*2 weeks later*
The house entrance door swings open and I hear Darius' angry voice from upstairs. "I'm fine! It's a superficial cut... Damn it!"
I rush downstairs to find Darius being supported by two rushed men on each side, bleeding heavily from a seemingly deep cut over his left rib. There are quite a few other bruises and marks on other parts of his uncovered torso.
"What happened?" my hands ran to him.
"Lila," he looks at me, "it's nothing. You shouldn't stress." There is an authoritative undertone to his words and I know he is referring to the possible child I might be carrying. It's been two weeks since we had the 'accident', though. If I was pregnant, he should've felt it by now.
Still, I lay a protective hand over my abdomen as I crouched down. "Tell me what happened," I repe
