Davien's P. O. V
The bed in the infirmary wasn't so large, but with Kian nestled into my side, we were able to fit quite nicely. Of course I made sure he wasn't laying on his stomach, we had to be careful now that…
I tried not to think about the fact that mine and Kian's child was sitting right there in his womb, but it was getting hard not to. There were things I wanted to say to him, I wanted to take away all the pain he went through before meeting me. But I couldn't, and that was what drove me into a fit of anger.
"Davien."
"Yes?"
"If I were to die tomorrow, what would you do?" He asked, making me wonder if he got a knack out of torturing me.
"You're not going to die."
"Not tomorrow, but in the near future I will." He retorted, bringing up the one topic I wanted to put off for tonight.
I kissed his forehead, "You're not going to die."
