PREFACEHe is going to hurt me. He is going to hurt me.Those are the words that keeps repeating on the back of her head, like a chant.He is going to hurt me.He is going to hurt me.He might actually kill me.He can kill me and he will kill me.She knows that for a fact as those words kept ringing in her head because she knows that he is capable and she knows that he will. There is intense fear running all over her body that she cannot explain as she is getting more and more frustrated about what she is going to do. The feeling that she has never felt before is growing deep inside her and she does not even want to head out of the room that she is hiding.Fear.There is so much fear inside her. The kind of fear that is screaming and bursting out through her lungs, chest, stomach and her entire body.There is too much fear that she cannot even put into words. And she knows why he is acting like this but she needed help, ASAP.“He is going to hurt me.” A soft voice escapes her lips

2MILO“You are?” She asks me, her eyes widened in shock.“What kind of question is that?” I chuckle humorlessly. “Of course! I am not that selfish to be mad about something that’s a gift.” I assured her as I kiss her fingertips while holding her hands tighter on mine but careful enough not to squeeze them. Her lips forms into the weakest smile that she could do and how it warms my heart to see it.“Let’s talk about this when we land Paris, okay?” I cooed as I wipe her tears.She nods and the entire flight, we were both silent.I wasn’t silent because I didn’t like what she told me but to be honest I don’t know if I am happy too. In so many ways, I don’t know if I am utterly happy because there are so many reasons not to. Deep inside me, I am troubled and still haunted of what happened in the past. In the back of my head and in my heart, I am sad that she is conceiving our baby because I couldn’t help myself not to think about the things that will change between us. Even though it

4LINDYSleep.I needed to sleep. I needed to sleep. I needed to sleep. How?How can I sleep?How do I sleep?I guess I was too happy with how the events turned out after I told him about our child that I wasn’t able to fall asleep right away. My mind and body are just in a complete bliss recalling the things that Milo had told me. I know Milo is mature enough and he is responsible to show his love and support for our baby. All those worried thoughts were completely washed away as soon as he gave me reassurance that I desperately needed the past days. I loved how he promised me he would be here for us, I just wish he would keep his promise.I moved to and fro continuously on this super soft bed while Milo is already sleeping peacefully right next to me. I envied how he was sleeping soundly and I don’t know why my mind is so filled with so many thoughts that are revolving around him when he is actually just sleeping right here on my side. Even though it was so soft, I still wasn't

6LINDY“Good morning my love!” I greeted him as he was still laying down and sleeping.Snoring and sleeping.“Time to wake up, babe.” I tried again.No answer but just snoring.“Milo Beckett to get up!”I leaned forward close to him, pinched his nose while messing up his hair at the same time as I find it adorable seeing him. I can’t believe he still is not waking up after I pinched his nose. He still did not move so I continued pinching his cheeks and made a flabby sound which makes me spurt into laughter. I continued pinching his cheeks as I was laughing and tried to press my palms against his cheeks and just moved them in circles. I was definitely enjoying what I was doing because he was still fast asleep. Instantly, I laugh softly as I watch his lips pout while I kept moving my palms against his skin. Still, he isn’t moving and still no chance of waking up from his sleep.Unbelievable.Unbelie--All of a sudden, I was cut off from what I was going to say as he unexpectedly grabb

8LINDYNothing important.It might sound so simple and so innocent. It almost sounded like he did not really put much thought about it nor didn’t it sound something trivial.Nothing important.Was it really? Was it really just nothing important?Or maybe I am just the person who is thinking too much about what is really going on.Maybe.Yes, maybe.That is right.But no matter what and how I think about, trying to push it down in the gut of my stomach that it was really just nothing important, those words completely bothers me because in the back of my head, I felt something different from the way he said it. It felt like he was guarding something that he didn’t want me to know.Is it just me?Oh God, please tell me that it is just me.Nothing important.Nothing important.Nothing important.Those words kept running again and again and again in the back of my head.I groan inwardly and hated those words as it does not even want to get out of my head. I have always trusted my gut fee