Daisy stood frozen as Theo's voice echoed in every corner of the room, low and sharp enough to make the air feel heavier.
She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. His eyes, dark and unblinking, were enough to pin her in place.
"I—I need to," she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Theo stepped forward, closing the distance until the warmth of his breath brushed her skin. His gaze didn't waver. "And why?"
"Because…" Her lips trembled. She had never been this afraid of him before, but the way his eyes looked at this moment… It terrified her. "I can't get pregnant…"
His expression didn't soften. If anything, his voice grew quieter, heavier. "What's wrong with getting pregnant?"
Daisy's throat tightened. "What's wrong with—? Theo, I…" She shook her head, unable to find the right words. Her hands instinctively clutched at the hem of her night gown, twisting the fabric.
