“Say something,” I look up at Hercules who has his gaze fixed on something above my shoulder. Right when I uttered the words, ‘I'm pregnant’, the devil looked away and his breaths became shallow. His hold on me tightened painfully like he couldn’t still grasp the fact that inside me, I'm carrying his child, his child that maybe he doesn’t want, and from the look in his eyes maybe now he doesn’t even want me. For some reason, that breaks my heart even more than it should.
“Hercules, I'm-“
“When?” he cuts me off and moves away from me. The coldness that washes over my body once his warmth leaves mine; sends shivers of goosebumps on my skin. He runs a hand through his hair frustratingly and when his gaze finally meets mine, I take a step back in fear. I've never seen him this angry befor
