Maximus
“Honey, don’t you remember who you are?” I asked. My question wasn’t met with words, but with confusion in her eyes.
“I don’t,” she muttered after a few minutes of silence.
“You are Melinda,” I told her, trying to help her out of the labyrinth of her confusion.
She gasped and nodded slowly, perhaps starting to gather her bearings and remember something, anything.
She looked down at her swollen stomach, she was more than five months pregnant now, she released a trembling gasp as her eyes opened wide.
“We are expecting twins, two boys,” I explained, placing my hand over her belly and stroking it gently.
“I feel something… are you my mate?” She asked.
She sounded sweet, innocent, her spotless mind didn’t remember what suffering and pain were.
“Yes, honey. I’m your m
