I didn’t want to leave Marlene.
I didn’t want to leave her for a few hours to sort things out at home, or to go to the store, and I didn’t want to leave her alone.
I knew that was on her mind. She hadn’t mentioned it much, because it hurt to acknowledge, but she knew that I couldn’t be a part of this child’s life, and that made everything significantly more painful to handle.
There was nothing we could do to make things easier. Even if it was still possible to transform humans safely I wouldn’t be able to do that when she was pregnant, and it wouldn’t be safe for her to stay anywhere near here until after the baby was born so we could try to find a way to make that happen.
Something that was only crossing my mind now because I was so desperate to make this work that fantasizing about
