(Karsten)
Seeing her lying there in that stupid white hospital gown, covered in bandages was one of the most painful moments of my life.
She appeared so broken, so lost.
Her beautiful hair had been completely chopped off and it made my heart scream.
And yet she tried to joke with me and smile. Her spirit was truly admirable.
I had decided not to speak about her trauma with her until she would initiate that conversation.
My hands itched to touch her, but did I even had the right?
But I wanted to feel her, feel the life forming inside her. The life that both of us had created together.
"You want this child? Speak openly, Karsten because I won't tolerate lies and half-baked truths," she plainly said at my request.
My gaze travelled back to her face. Her resilient blue eyes stared at me, awaiting answers.
"I want both you and this child. You are my Phoenix, remember?"
She shook her head, a sadness seemed to have descended on her.
