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Day one of being pregnant with Valentino's child.
Though by my terms I think of him as a roach. Displeasing, nothing useful of him, dirty.
A baby may as well be like him, too.
I can't imagine what this infant will look like. I don't want to imagine it at all.
As much as I do hate this child growing inside of me, I don't want them to have a horrible life.
Is is strange that I want this child to not suffer from Valentino?
I mean, this infant will only end up being just as bad as him!
It'll look like him, too.
Red, slit eyes, muted blue skin.
It'll definitely be a tall baby in the future.
I want my baby to look like me.
Not like an abuser.
Madonna Santa! (Good God, why did I have to fall for this roach?!) (I am ashamed of myself!)
Vaffanculo, Val! (Go fuck yourself! (Do it yourself instead of doing it to me!)