~Alistair~

Eliana sat on a couch in my house, while I sat on the marble floor. We were both laughing over something on the television, while she braided my hair gently with her soft fingers. She had a protruding stomach, and when she was done with braiding my hair, I turned around and gave her a kiss on her stomach, while the baby inside of her kicked.

“He’s going to be strong like you, you know,” She said, beaming graciously.

“And he’ll be just as smart as you are,” I told her, returning her smile.

“Alistair,” I heard her say weekly.

“Yes, my love,” I answered.

“Alistair! Alistair!”

It wasn’t...