After a week, the first light of morning spilled through the curtains, and I awoke with a sense of quiet anticipation. Elena, still lost in dreams, looked serene in her slumber. I couldn't resist the urge to trace the delicate lines of her angelic face with my fingers, a gentle caress that belied the storm of thoughts swirling within me.
As my hand moved down to gently stroke her belly, I found myself grappling with the complexities of impending fatherhood. Closing my eyes, I felt the weight of responsibility settle upon me. The unborn child carried the promise of a new chapter, a delicate connection between Elena and me.
"When I think you are not carrying my kid, my wrath rises to greater levels, but I can't be rude to you. How can I harm a baby? I can't kill this innocent child," I mused inwardly.
