Motherhood.

Isabella's POV.

"Treasure," I cooed to my baby as he continued to wail. I left the water I was boiling and rushed over to him when he wouldn't stop crying. "Shh," I consoled him, rocking him softly in my hands.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, indicating and warning that there would be showers of rainfall very soon.

I staggered on my feet a little and quickly sat on the clothes I laid on the floor to substitute for a bed.

Treasure and I were back home.

After I realized that I was in the tent of the enemy, I escaped in the middle of the night. I was afraid that if I continued to remain there, I was going to murder the man. And truly, that was the fate I thought he deserved. The only problem was, I was sure my son would be the one to suffer since I was sure I would never be able to walk away unscathed from committing a murder.

So, yes, I ran away once again like the coward that I was.

This was our third day alone and I always feel like I would lose consciousness at any moment. Maybe it was because I was still bleeding, I couldn't tell. Or maybe it was because I was starving myself most times just so I wouldn't run out of my food supply.

Since I wasn't working anymore, the little money I managed to save was what I used to get my baby the few essentials he needed. Like pampers, a baby bathtub, and some warmer clothes since we were in the middle of the cold season. With the rest of the money, I got myself some foodstuff to keep my body and soul together.

Treasure, as I decided to name my baby, stopped crying and I laid him down on the thicker side of the spread clothes. I rushed over to the water I was boiling and saw that I already ran out of gas. I quickly switched it off and get the water down. After pouring most of the water into a flask to keep it warm, I diluted the rest with some cold water.

I got a handkerchief and went back to my baby. I dipped the handkerchief into the warm water and began to clean his body as best as I could.

I know he was supposed to take a normal bath but I was afraid of doing that. Do not blame me, I knew next to nothing about parenting and didn't think I would ever be in the mess that I was currently in.

I finished mopping my baby's body and fished out clothes for him from the bag. I was about to dress him up when a loud angry knock sounded on my door. I placed my baby down and rushed to open the door, thinking that it was Claire that was finally here to see me.

The moment I opened the door, I met the angry stare of the man I recognized to be my landlord. My heart sank deep into my belly. I knew he was here to demand his rent fee that was due a month ago.

I didn't wait for him to say anything, I just folded my hands together to plead with him, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, so you think I'm running a charity here, huh?" He snarled at me, obviously pissed off by my attitude.

I waved my hands in front of him. "No, sir." I showed him my second finger. "Just a week. I just need a week for me to recuperate. And I promise to go out and work harder." Tears streamed down my face. "Please."

My baby began to wail with me as if he was asking the landlord for the same thing: mercy.

The landlord, a man in his early forties, looked at me from head to toe and hissed. At that moment, I knew there was nothing more I would say that would make him change his mind about what he already had in mind for me.

He pushed me away from the door roughly and moved into the house. My heart kept doing a flip-flop with the way he kept looking around. It wasn't like I had anything of special value though. Just my few belongings and my baby things.

"I want you out of my house at this instance." He said to me after inspecting around. His eyes were cold like the dark abyss with no end.

I went on my knees instantly, my pride forgotten. "Please, sir. If you don't want to consider me, at least consider my baby," I sobbed.

He didn't say anything to me. He just went to where I kept my bag containing my clothes, picked it up, walked to the open door, and flung it out into the street. I got up from where I knelt and held his legs.

"Please, I'm begging you," I pleaded again.

"If you don't get out of my house this instant, I'm calling the cops on you." He yelled. He shook me away from himself, went to the flask I kept my hot water in, and threw it out on the street also.

I knew then that nothing would change his mind. Not even the moon goddess herself. I got up from where I sat, picked up my baby, and wore his clothes for him. Before I was done with that, the man had succeeded in getting all of my things out on the street. He walked to the door and held it even more wide open.

"Get out!"

I held my baby to my chest and walked out of the room with my head bowed in shame. The moment I stepped out of the house, rain began to fall. I tried to race back inside but my landlord padlocked the door and went away, leaving my baby and I in the rain.

My baby began to cry as the rain beat us. I picked up my bag, emptied it, and covered him up with all the clothes in it. I picked up the flask and laid it on his chest before shielding him from the rain with my body.

Nothing would happen to my baby, I would make sure of that.

The only thing was, I fainted even before I could keep that promise.