♡Joan♡

He got me to the car, opened the door, and helped me in.

His shirt was stained, and since it was a lighter grey color, the blood was obvious.

Ironic, that we were both bleeding, both capable to take lives. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his palm resting against my cheek as he locked eyes with me.

“You’ll be fine. The baby will be fine too,” he said softly, and a tear slipped from my eye. Another followed, until I was crying again.

I didn’t want to lose our baby. ...