Lily’s pov.

Eight weeks. Eight fucking weeks. I’ve been counting down the minutes that tick by, my belly is already massive, making it harder to do anything.

Hades comes and goes, his mood is always sour. He knows I want nothing to do with him right now and the healers told him it would be best if he kept his distance so as to not stress me out.

The last thing they want is me to go into preterm labour or to have a miscarriage. I’m actually thankful for that, the last thing I want is ...