Hiding Atlantis

I look at his sleeping figure. Hot tears begin to build up again blocking my eyesight. I swept them away with the back of my hand and carefully lifted myself from the bed. I looked at our scattered clothes on the floor and picked up my dress that he had torn earlier. Sighting at the sight of it, I had no choice but to take his shirt instead. His manly scent enveloped my nose and I felt something in my stomach. I carefully placed my hand in it and I can't help but to smile bitterly.

I am three weeks pregnant. With his child. With the love of my life. With my mate.

But for him I am just a mere nuisance. Not worthy to be his mate. Not worthy of his love.

I felt tears forming in my eyes again as I looked at the love of my life sleeping peacefully.

Don't worry, you'll never see me again. You can continue living your life with my sister. No one can stop you from loving her fully now. As per our child, don't worry...

I'll hide Atlantis.