Chapter One-Forty-One: Everything {III}

"You must?”

I question with a brave laugh, given his imposition on me.

“You ‘mustn’t’ do anything, Marko; you are the king. Say you ‘want to’. Do not act as if you have no choice. You do; you just always choose force. Like when you kidnapped me from the stations and threatened to harm those I care about if I dared leave you, and now You intend to go to people that favour you enough to disregard Milos’s wants and needs-”

"He is six months old; besides a pacifier and a caregiver, what else can he want?"

"Oh, I don’t know…Love? Care? Compassion? Understanding? I do not want him growing up being scrutinised for his existence or mistakes; it was hard for us, hard for me and you because our parents were not…there emotionally."

"We do not choose where we are born."

"That is not the response I expect from you!"

I utter before trying to pry one of his hands from the wall on my side; however, this makes him press his body harder against mine.

I hate the searing sensation scorching its way acros