⚠️Trigger Warning: Heavy curse words, sexual/mature content, mentions of trauma and abuse. Abuse.
Minor's read at your damn own risk, don't say I didn't warn you.
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Cries filled the room as the woman sat there, hands clenching whatever she found in her proximity, her breathing laboured and her husband making sure that she and her child are healthy and safe.
"D-Drugar is our daughter o-okay?"
"Do not worry my dear Fiona, she is healthy and so are you, though she was a bit of struggle to get out of you." He teases his wife and she only pouted.
"Try carrying a living being in your stomach for 9 months! We'll see how you cope. We women seriously get discredited for such invalid reasons!"
He kissed his wife's forehead and only chuckles at her as his worker comes beside them seeing their daughter wrapped up in a cloth and sleeping peacefully.
"I know my wife, I may not know the pain but I can heavily sense your distress."
It was silent for a couple of minutes as they basked in the few rays of the sunset illuminating through the windows.
"After so many months, I figured out what to name her." She says, taking her baby in her arms, cradling her tenderly.
