Don't judge a book by it's cover

Enjoy the show.

(This is the dress she puts on later)

Jeremiah had left to go to Gotham to chat with my friends. He had left kissing my forehead and rubbing my bump. This child is dammed, his father is a curse. I left the cold bed wearing my red nightgown. My naked feet padded to the closet. In the center island, there was a note from the imbecile himself.

My Dearest Olivia.
I hope you are feeling well, I know how annoying morning sickness can be for you. I have removed coffee from the house. And I told Ecco to get rid of all the strong smells.

You can relax for the main part of the day, but when I come home in the evening, I want you to be wearing the dress that's on top of the island. We will have to celebrate, and I thought a sophisticated dinner could do the trick.

I hope you are ready to enjoy the show.

Your loving husband

Jeremiah.

The mention of morning sickness made vile rise to my throat. I ran towards the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I sat there for some time hugging the seat.

"You sure don't like dinner huh?" I rubbed my stomach with a small smile. Their father might be the devil incarnate, but I can't help adoring this creature with all my being. "Well, let's go and see what we can have for breakfast." I stood up slowly and went down to the kitchen.

Memories of my mother ran through my mind. Her apron was behind the door as always. Inside the front pocket was a picture of both of us. My nose was covered in flour. My little pigtails were covered in egg yolk. My mother had chocolate all over her face, the pearls around her neck practically brown. I left the picture were I found it, knowing I wouldn't lose it there.

"Let's sack the fridge." My baby was asking for something cold and sweet. I'll just check the freezer. I grabbed the only tub of ice cream and a spoon. "When you are born, we aren't doing this, clear?" No answer.

I decided to test my boundaries. Jeremiah wouldn't hurt me. I am carrying his heir, and I'm his queen. Fucking delusional. I went outside and decided to take a stroll outside. I entered the rose maze. My mother and I used to play hide and seek in here. I can't even count the times I scratched my arms playing in here. Or trying to survive.

After my parents were murdered, my uncle decided to train me inside the maze. He would place four armored men, made of around 200 pounds of muscle. I would have to run away from all of them. Fight them if I encountered one.

The fresh air did wonders, and the sunlight was appreciated. The Manor seemed as if it was inspired by a scary movie. The house somehow made you get Norman Bates's feelings. The maze had a resemblance to the one from The Shining. The Maroni had always enjoyed scaring people, and if their home seemed like a haunted place, even better.

I decided to go back into the house and went into the library. I had memories of my mother in the kitchen, my fathers were here. He had taught me how to read before I started kindergarten. My father hadn't been athletic in any possible way, but he had read every single book in this room.

I let my hands run through the spines of the books, feeling the leather covers. I grabbed one of my father's favorite books and started reading, trying to forget what was happening.

...

Jeremiah barged into the library in a bad mood.

"Olivia, I do not want to listen to your crap right now. Get dressed, we are leaving!" I stood up as fast as possible and ran up the stairs.