His golden prisoner

"Connor, bring the gun down... I'm pregnant!" I finally screamed, jerking him back to reality. "What did you just say?" He stepped closer to me. I instinctively shifted away, rejecting his hands as they reached for my face. "I'm pregnant," I sniffled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "And why are you just telling me?" he asked softly. His voice was calm now, almost gentle, as though the gun had never been in his hand. For a moment, I couldn't answer. I just stared at him, struggling to reconcile the man standing before me with the one who had a gun pressed against my head only moments ago. "I just found out too," I whispered. His hands finally reached my face, and my entire body cringed. It was strange. The touch I had once longed for now felt torturous. Unfamiliar. Connor smiled. "I'm going to inform Mum about this." My stomach tightened. "Connor..." "Don't leave this room. Stay in bed and get some proper rest." He picked up the gun and walked toward the door. "Connor, wait." He stopped. For one terrifying second, I thought he was going to turn around. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder. "Yes?" I swallowed. "Can I see the doctor tomorrow?" His expression changed slightly. "Why?" "I just want to make sure the baby is okay." He stared at me for a few seconds before nodding. "I'll arrange it." Then he walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. I stayed frozen, my eyes fixed on the spot where he had disappeared. A doctor. That was my chance. If I could speak to someone alone, maybe I could finally tell someone the truth. Maybe someone could help me. But my relief lasted only a few seconds. Footsteps returned. The door opened again. Connor stood there. "I changed my mind." My heart dropped. "You won't be going anywhere alone." He smiled faintly. "I'll come with you." The door closed again. I stared at it in silence. He had heard the fear in my voice. Or maybe... He already knew I was looking for a way out. I slowly placed a hand over my stomach. The baby was still too small for me to feel anything. But suddenly, protecting it felt like the most important thing in the world. I couldn't fight Connor. Not yet. But I could start thinking. And this time... I wouldn't tell him what I was planning.