This didn't feel right. The beautiful Human rubbed her stomach, deep in thought. It was the eighth month of her pregnancy, and she could tell that this baby was going to be a biggie.
During her absurd amount of free-time, she read several pregnancy books and mothering guides; they all said that it'd feel like butterflies when the baby moved, but to her it felt like pins and needles digging into her insides. Though she'd never admit that to her doctor, or her husband.
She read the books and decorated the room within the first few months, but as time went on a thick sense of dread began to wash over her. She was terrified, because she didn't know; didn't know whose child it was.
Just then, with her mind rampaging through the possibilities, her husband came up behind her. His touch strengt
