(From Blue's Perspective)
He tore my dress again. He had the habit to do so as if he was running out of time and could not bear to wait a bit longer.
Since it had been a few weeks, I did not have any bump on my stomach. I had yet to know what it would feel like. Now it did not feel like I was pregnant at all. Perhaps that was the reason I did not feel much of thing like any kind of connection with the child.
I heard that pregnant women could feel something like feeling the child. But for me, it was nothing. Perhaps it would take a bit more time.
"Ah..."
He licked my neck and went down, biting the side of the undergarment. He pulled the ribbon connected to it with his teeth and the whole garment came undone.
"You're red again," he said. "And your nipples are perked up. Really beautiful..."
