After a good amount of arguing, Maddison and I finally formulated a plan. Since I couldn’t leave the house without any of the guards standing out of the mansion, informing the devil; Maddison agreed to bring at least five pregnancy tests for me to take, once she came the next time. And the next time Hercules had already told her to come was a week away. “That’s good because you’ll have some time to calm your nerves and think about what you want to do if you’re pregnant.” She had told me and I forced a small smile at her.
Surprisingly, after my mini melt down of the possibility that there might be a child growing inside of me, Maddison and I got along. Well, we at least end up pulling each other’s hair out and cussing and that felt like a winning situation for me. Under all that bitchy per
