Snatched | His

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I insist on us living together in one roof.

I want to take care of her upclose.

I wanted to be here if she needs anything.

But...

I thought living with her like this will make me the happiest.

I thought having a hold of her will be enough.

She might be mine now in flesh,

but not by heart.

She already gave it to someone else and I can see that she has no plans of giving it to me even just a little space.

I am her friend.

And she's bearing my child.

But we're practically strangers living together in one roof.