THE UNDEFEATED
Meta sat up, his smile had turned into a concerned frown. Ignoring the pain, he shot up his arm to her shoulder. "Are you alright?" He leaned, his bruises causing his to flinch. He bit his lip, looking at her grasp her bump. "Told you he was getting jealous of all the touching." He chirped in. A small smile on his lips, he continued to look concerned however. His hand still firmly placed on her shoulder. He looked over her, her face was screwed up with pain and what seemed like a slight sinking feeling of tiredness.
Meta knew by the looks of her Avalore could handle herself. But that wasn't the problem here. The baby couldn't handle itself, it was just a baby.
Meta knew by the looks of her Avalore could handle herself. But that wasn't the problem here. The baby couldn't handle itself, it was just a baby.