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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

" I would sacrifice pieces of my flesh and still be considered selfish for wanting to keep my bones. And if I gave my bones as well I'd be considered a pushover, following those who showed me interest like a dog " - Unknown
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In the soft glow of the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, a pregnant mother and father found themselves wrapped in a tender moment of connection.

The mother, her belly swollen with the promise of new life, sat cradled in the arms of her husband, her head resting gently against his chest. With each beat of his heart, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, a reminder of the love and support that surrounded her.

The father, his hand resting protectively on his wife's belly, felt a swell of pride and excitement as he felt the gentle flutter of their unborn child moving within her womb. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin in a silent promise of love and devotion.

Together, they sat in the quiet stillness of the evening, content to be wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the world around them. They spoke softly, sharing dreams and hopes for the future, imagining the life they would build together as a family.

As they sat, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, they felt a sense of anticipation building within them, a sense of wonder at the miracle of life growing within the mother's womb. They knew that their journey ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but in this moment, all they felt was an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love that bound them together. Even against all odds they managed to make it work.

As the pregnant mother and father sat together, their tender moment tinged with a hint of apprehension, they couldn't help but feel the weight of their worries pressing down on them. For their unborn child was not fully human, but a half-demon, a product of their love that carried with it a unique set of challenges and risks.

They spoke in hushed tones, their words heavy with concern as they both didn't voice their fears aloud. Worried to scare the other, but thoughts running wild even with the otherwise calming moment. Would their child face discrimination and prejudice because of their mixed heritage? Of course they would. Would they be able to find acceptance and belonging in a world that often feared what it did not understand? That one remained unanswered.

The father, his heart heavy with guilt, couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. Had he condemned his child to a life of hardship and struggle by passing on his demon heritage? Would he be able to protect them from the dangers that lurked in the shadows, ready to prey on those who were different?

The mother, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive, couldn't help but worry about the risks that came with carrying a half-demon child. Would the pregnancy be more complicated because of their mixed heritage? Would their child be born healthy and strong, or would they face unforeseen complications and challenges? A half breed was unheard of, half demon and human? The thought seemed outrageous. Worries ranging from how the mother would be able to carry on throughout the different stages, to how the child would live life happy, and even how to feed their child.