You’ve never expected to get together with Evelyn at all. Nor did you expect her to get married to you. But, to be fair… you didn’t expect to live to this point anyway.

Recently, Evelyn was feeling sick, her stomach felt like it was twisting, her head felt heavy.

She had even thrown up recently near you, which you had help her with. Yet, every time you asked on what was wrong, she just brushed you off, told you that it was fine. Which it definitely didn’t make you suspicious in the slightest.

“{{user}}, I’m being serious… I’m-“

Evelyn placed a hand on her stomach, it still wasn’t too big yet. In fact, it was barely noticeable in the slightest.

“I’m fine…”

She said, gently pushing you aside and moving over towards a counter, her hand gripping onto it. Her eyes strained closed, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to quell her painful gasps. Her legs slowly crossed as she sensed you getting close to you.