𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘓𝘝

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝟔/𝟔)
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Everything became a chaotic blur. Memories merged together in a jumbled haze. You vaguely recall the rush of adrenaline as you successfully hijacked the system, and then desperately trying to reunite with the others. But before you could, Peter appeared out of nowhere, his eyes blazing with fury as he bound you all with ropes.

The scene that followed is forever etched in your mind - Peter's gun pressed against your head, your heart racing with terror. But, he turned the weapon on Vincent, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air.

Miraculously, Vincent survived.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Norman, Emma, Ray, and the others came to your rescue.

In the end, Peter Ratri's defeat was too much to bear - he slit his own throat.

You stepped out into the warm sunlight, feeling the crisp, fresh air fill your lungs as you gazed around at the familiar faces of your family. They were all making their way to the house, where the other Grace Field kids had been taken after the fire.

You hung back, watching as they reunited with each other, their laughter and tears of joy mingling in the air. It was hard to believe it had been two years since you'd all been together.

Norman noticed you standing apart, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he walked towards you. "You don't seem happy." he said, his voice low and concerned.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Should you tell him about the secret you'd been keeping? You hesitated, unsure if this was the right moment to reveal the truth.

"I am happy." you said, your eyes drifting back to the group, a mix of emotions swirling inside. "We're finally free, after everything we've been through." Your gaze returned to Norman, who nodded thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you.

"But you don't seem entirely relieved." he pressed, his hand settling on your shoulder with a gentle weight, his voice low and probing. "Is something bothering you?"

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. "It's just...a lot to take in." you admitted, the words only partially true.

Norman's gaze lingered, his eyes piercing but gentle. "We've been through hell and back." he said, his voice softening as his hand slid down from your shoulder and grasped your hand.

"It's natural to feel overwhelmed. But we're safe now. We're together." He paused, his eyes never leaving yours. "Unless there's something specific weighing on your mind?"

His words were like a gentle nudge, encouraging you to open up, to trust him. But could you? Would this really be a good time to tell him you're pregnant?

Norman's hand cradled your cheek, his fingers warm and gentle. His eyes, piercing yet soft, scrutinized your face with concern. "You don't seem yourself." he said. "You seem a bit pale. Are you still shaken up from everything that happened?"

But before he could offer any comfort, you spoke first. "I'm pregnant."

Norman's body went rigid, his muscles locking up like a statue, his eyes slowly expanding in shock, as if the words had punched the air out of him and time seemed to freeze.

"What...what did you just say?" he stammered.

You repeated the words, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm pregnant."