Months came and went and with each passing day I grew in size. I wore long and bulky cloaks in order to hide my condition, and it worked. No one ever questioned me, as it was customary to keep their eyes on the floor and not directly on me. I visited Rickon twice and informed him of my condition. He was elated with the news and rejoiced at the fact that he was to be a father once again. The guilt ate me alive but I buried it deep within.
In the months that had passed I made some very secret and human doctor visits. I could have gotten rid of it right then and there, but to my dismay, the ultrasound displayed twins. The doctor informed me that I was a high-risk pregnancy and aborting one fetus would be risky enough, but two may kill me. I did not care about death at that very moment, I did
