“But give me a reason!" Her demand echoed in the room. She wrenched her hand away from him, her nails scratching harsh red marks on his arm.

Caught off guard, Theodore swiftly grasped her hand, his mouth opening, yet no sound emerged.

She stared at him, her eyes pleading.

“Please, don't abort our babies.

We can handle whatever comes our way. Please, don't abort them."