❛ what do you expect? ❜ it took everything in him not to lash out or cause a commotion on the idea of her destroying what they both made, let alone ending a life that BELONGED TO THEM. ( it was a death wish in a sense, ) but he kept his cool exterior in tact in hopes that her words were from fear. fear of taking care of a child and not knowing what to do with times got tough. slightly calloused fingers brought forth a small glass of bourbon to his lips, its STRONG SPIRITS drowning his self doubt ( as a father ) within an instant. this wasn’t about him and he knew it ; it was about her. he knew her like the back of his hand & fear was taking over. he could see it in her eyes. 

                    ❛ listen, ❜ he started as he placed his glass onto the counter before he walked towards her. his tone of voice was SOFT, CALMING but overall, CONFIDENT as he spoke, hoping to the unknown gods above that she’d take his words into consideration ; not only for him but for THEIR BABY. ❛ i know this wasn’t what you wanted, let alone did i want this but there’s no way in hell .. that i’m gonna let you deal with this alone, alright? this is our baby. ❜ hands were placed gently onto her stomach, thumbs softly caressed her flesh as he continued to soothe away her doubts ( or attempt to. )  ❛ we’re gonna get through this .. TOGETHER. if this means we’ll have to fucking ask the nearest priestess for their ridiculous BLESSING or even have one of them teach us how to .. take care of it .. we’ll do just that. but don’t take away what’s ours. consider it a BLESSING, litharinia. ❜ and as if they were two magnets, his forehead was pressed against hers, hands cradling her face as if she were made of GLASS. ❛ you’re a BLESSING to me .. you both are. ❜

// @litharinia