His hand was broad and large, now fully resting on her stomach. The heat from his palm permeated her sweater and seeped into her skin, making her scalp tingle.
"What do you say I want to do?" John Fame said lightly, "It's been over three months, I want to... touch him."
Lissy Lock gazed down at his hand, then at her protruding belly and unexpectedly felt a lump in her throat.
She didn't even know why she felt this way.
"Anyway, you're going to have custody sooner or later." Lissy said.
"But it's different now."
"What's the difference?"
John Fame just smiled, the curve of his lips growing increasingly larger. No longer did he emit an icy aura; he looked more like a father.
"Looking back now, I've left something behind." he ran his fingertips over her stomach, "If there are no fond memories, there are other ways to make up for it."
"Yes," Lissy nodded, "Your reparation, however, is my pain."
John Fame's expression changed slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
