Luna
"Not yet," I begged. "Please, little one. Not yet. Not here in this filty place." I mumbled as the guards threw another pile of dirty sheets through my cell door. "Get these cleaned and mended by sunset," one sneered. "Since you're too delicate for field work now."
I struggled to my feet, my big belly making every movement difficult. The contractions had been coming and going for days now, getting stronger each time.
"Yes," I whispered, knowing defiance would only make things worse.
They'd stopped letting anyone visit - even Jack had been reassigned to other duties. I was truly alone now.
"Better get started, b***h," the guard laughed. "Lots of work to do."
My fingers were raw from scrubbing sheets, but I forced myself to begin. My baby kicked restlessly as I worked.
"I know, little one," I ……
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