the kids pops out with a full head of red hair
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He finds you in the early morning, before the sun has even risen. Before you can even open the door fully, he's barging inside and pushing you back, hands cupping your face urgently.
"is it true?" he whispers into your mouth, "The whispers- the rumors- are they true?" his eyes dip low, then back up to yours, wide and wet, "Is it true?"
Dread sits heavy on your collarbone as you rather yourself, unsure of what to say. "Y-yes." is all you manage, "It's true. I’m pregnant."
"How far along?" his hands are on the curves of your stomach now, tracking up and down as if searching for a change that hasn't happened yet.
"Two months."
You search his face for anger, for despair, but he just seems .... happy. Simply happy. "There's a chance it's mine." a realization hits him, knocking the air out of his lungs with a painful sound, "There's a chance it's mine. " he repeats, grave.
"Don’t say that,” you beg, “Our child... it would be a disaster. It would get us both killed. You should pray that this child is my husband’s."
"Then why do I want him to be mine?” he presses his forehead against yours, eyelids heavy. “Why do I want nothing more than to see you holding a child that is undeniably mine?”
“Because you’re mad.”
“Madly in love, maybe.”
