Marc’s POV
I watch Amaya cook some instant ramen after her heart out confession and hurtful past. She had been eating a lot since we got the news of her pregnancy and I couldn’t be happier. I chuckled when she yelp as Oreo leaped next to her.
“Don’t do that baby! I want that cheese… hey!” I couldn’t help laughing when the feline stole her precious cheese. Shaking my head at her pout, my heart was drumming loudly in pain as I recalled how broken she looked.
The entire time she told me about her past, I was holding in my anger and sadness. How cruel were her society and parents? How could they do that to their own flesh and blood? And for what? Her being incompetent in sports? Being different from her peers and slightly bigger in size?
How could one small woman go through all that pain?
