I have been stuck in this bed for 2 days. I was told that moving would cause the cuts to re-open. If only they knew how many times I was forced to do s**t when my back was bloody from the whip while I was captured before. Of course, I say 'they', but it is really only Cygnus. Jake hasn't come back since they found out about me being pregnant. I touch my belly. It is still flat, of course. It isn't like I'm very far along. A baby. I imagine a mini Jake running around with toy guns, pretending to shoot at his dad. It makes me smile, then cry, because I don't think Jake wants that. I think it'll just be me and the little one.
Cygnus, of course, comes in when I'm crying. "Nova? You okay?"
"Fine... just hormones," I say. Not wanting to explain.
He just nods. He checks my back. "Looks good! Y
