(Arata)
With time I might forgive Karsten.
Because…
With all his flaws, all his shortcomings, all his secrets and all of that controlling behaviour—I was still in love with this Icicle, who appeared more like a comforting warm blanket at that moment.
Hugging me, caressing me.
But how was I to tell him that my father now hated his guts and after what had happened, he would never approve of him?
And then this child in my belly.
What if he was a boy?
He couldn't grow up to be a successor to a Mafia Lord.
Children needed a healthy environment to flourish and be nurtured. Not places overrun by men and guns.
"I don't know when and if I will be ready," I sighed in his arms, soaking his warmth that took away some of that terrifying anxiety.
The nail of his thumb rested under my chin, and he lifted it up.
Our starved gazes found each other and I just stared at his hauntingly handsome and yet fallen face.
