It's either tonight or tonight

“Bunny, you are pregnant.”

“We don't want to hurt the baby.”

“You need your rest.”

“We will only end up causing more harm than good to your body.”

“If you are not concerned about your health, we are.”

“We need you healthy enough to stay with us for eternity.”

“We can't do what you asked us to.”

And that was how we spent the first two months with them telling me what I was to do and what not to do. It had gotten to the point that I always knew their response each time I sought to join them in bed. What was worse? They closed off their playroom and locked the door, so I wouldn't be able to get into it with my tricks.

I tried to get them to do what I wanted, but they wouldn't agree to it. But that was far from my problem. They prevented me from going to work, and I only met Chris once, and that was a month ago, when I threatened to run away from home should they not let me see my best friend.

After that, I had only communicated with her through the phone. Oddly enough, it felt like the