It's been 3 months. Three painful months since I had escaped from Gideon's claws. Apparently, I had also clawed at him. It's been three months since I had snatched my hand  away from his and had run like an animal was hot on my tails. Why I had ran like that, I still didn't understand. The intensity of the kiss had reminded me of what I couldn't have even if I wanted.

It's been two months precisely, since I had found out I was carrying a bun in me. It had come as a whiplash because out of all the surprises I had been expecting for even the whole year,...