The reminder gets a soft sigh of acknowledgment and a gentle, "I know." That didn't make the fact it happened any easier, the last thing she wants to do is torture him, after all, but it's done and over with. At most, it's a tiny sore spot on her heart and even then it's a part of their story, which makes it something to cherish.

Sharon adjusts her hold on him and slips her arms around his middle to better tuck herself up against him, embracing the feelings that echo from the bond; allowing them to settle the rampant buzz of anxiety the question stirs up. "It fucking terrifies me," she admits, her hold on him tightening. "If it's not mine, it belongs to something else inside of me." And that fills her with such a great unease she almost feels ill.

"Do you think they could have been right? Do you think it could be god? Because I'm afraid I do."