(From Demetrius's Perspective)
Ever since I left for the war, I only wanted to come back. It was crazy how much I missed her. I was more worried as the last time I had left her alone, she was kidnapped and was kept forcefully by her father for a month. I sent her letters as much as I could, although I wished I could write to her more often.
When I met her finally, I just did not know what to do. I wanted to hug her, smother her with kisses and embrace her. But my eyes immediately fell on her stomach. I could not. I had to hold back, for the sake of her health and everything. She might not want that amount of skinship. What if she hated it?
Her stomach seemed to have grown in a small time. And she kept glowing more and more, like an angel. Every time I looked at her, I was reminded again that a devil like me did not deserve her.
