We were walking around Chicago I told Y/n to think about the baby more.
She is skeptical and worried.
I'm not going to let her do that, yes I agree she should be able to choose. It's her body, but it's my baby.
That's my son or daughter. My first born.
Yes Satan would have raised them but I would have had a bond like no other. She knows I'm afraid to lose my baby, she knows how much I want her to have it.
I watched her as she payed attention to where she was walking, my gut burned in fear, I can't lose my child.
"Babe?" She tapped my arm,
"Yes?" I snapped back to reality quickly,
"Wha-?" I smiled looking perfectly fine,
"I'm sorry for stressing you out, I don't want you to lose your baby."
"Oh thank God!"
"I just don't want to feel alone."
"You won't!"
"I mean you and the baby,"
"What?"
"Well...if it's a him and a demon, me and my own child will have nothing in common."
"Oh baby! No! Your the mother! You'll have a bond no other person will have! This baby will love you!"
"How do you know?!"
"My parents were in this position. My mom was worried and yes I am close with my father but my mother is so much to me. I love her— although she can be a bitch sometimes." I laughed so did Y/n she rested against me and smiled,
"Okay! I guess I'll keep our baby!" She agreed and smiled tears immediately fought with my eyes and I hugged her,
"Thank you!" I sobbed into her shoulder,
In public? Yeah.
Am I proud of that? No.
We're pictures released to the public of me randomly hugging my fiancé and almost crying? Yeah.
Do I like that?
No.
But! Is y/n happy? Yes. So everything is okay!
