BROWS furrowed, Luna crossed her arms and legs, rested her back at the couch, and glared at the two love birds looking down and kneeling to her.

"So when did it start?" She spoke. Her voice is so cold that Stella felt goose bumps on her skin.

"I'm ready to be chopped off, mi reina." Dario calmly stated, not moving with his stunt, professionally.

"I said, when did it start?" Again, now her voice is even scarier. Why does Luna have to find it out during her pregnancy? She is so scared with this pregnancy that even Stella, her only best friend, is afraid of her.

"It... It was when...