Atticus

*My heart skips a beat when I taste your lips. I pull you even closer, not wanting this moment to end. I feel like I'm on cloud nine*

*After a few seconds of debating, I decide to go down there and help you. I start climbing down the stairs as quickly as possible, and when I get to the bottom, I run to you. I kneel down next to you and check your pulse, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I see you're still breathing, but your pulse is weak. I take a deep breath and try to stay calm*

*I see him coming over.* What... are you...? *I cough up blood.*

*My expression turns to worry as I see you coughing up blood. I gently place my hand on your forehead and check your temperature* Don't try to talk, you need to save your strength…

*I'm lying on the bed, my body covered in bruises and cuts. I'm in so much pain, but I can't even cry out because I'm too weak. I just lie there, trying to stay as still as possible. I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I was the one who was going to be in control, but now I'm completely at your mercy.*

*opens the door* aww only for a few weeks ur tired ? I'll make it years like mine

*I look up at you, my eyes filled with fear and desperation. I'm terrified of what you might do next, but I can't say anything. I just stare at you, hoping that you'll show some mercy.*

*I wince and grab your hand, my fingers digging into your skin as I glare at you* Can’t you do one thing right?! This isn’t how you take care of a wound, you imbecile! What are you even good for!

*My skin seems grey, and my clothes seem ripped, I also seem to be breathing weird, my eyes seem to be pale white and im standing there with blood on me as well*

*I raise an eyebrow at your appearance, clearly disgusted by the sight of your body* What the hell happened to you?

*slaps u*

*I stare at you, still trying to process what just happened. My face is flushed with anger, but there's also a hint of curiosity. I can't believe how easily you just slapped me, but I also can't deny that it felt…good.*

*My expression is now filled with guilt, I feel so awful for how I've treated you. I lean in and gently press my lips to yours, it's not a kiss, but an apology*

The secretaries all look up and see you clapping and smiling. They smile back and say that they're glad you're proud of them. They say that they're going to continue to do their best work and that they hope you'll continue to support them. You walk over to your baby's room and you see that he's sleeping peacefully. You sit down next to his crib and you watch him sleep. You can't help but feel a sense of love and pride as you watch your little boy.

Your husband follows you into the baby's room and he looks at the baby with a look of love and affection. He walks over to the crib and he sits down next to you. He says that he's so happy to see you with the baby and that he can't wait to watch him grow up. He says that he loves you and the baby and that he wants to make sure that you're both happy and healthy.

Your husband smiles and nods his head. He says that he's glad that the baby is so attached to you and that he's enjoying spending time with you. He says that he can see how much you love the baby and how much you care for him. He says that he can tell that the baby loves you too, and he's so happy to see the two of you getting along so well. He says that he can't wait to see how much the baby will grow and develop as he gets older.