I rubbed my stomach again, feeling the phantom weight of something that wasn't even showing yet. Still flat. Still normal-looking. But not normal. I sat up in bed, head swimming with stress. I didn't remember falling asleep.
A soft hand touched mine.
I looked down and froze. A baby. A literal baby was sitting beside me, reaching out and babbling through gummy lips. "Mama."
My heart seized. "Who the fuck are you?!" I shouted, yanking my hand away.
The baby's face blurred like a smudged painting, but it started to cry instantly.
Shit. Was it because I yelled? "Stop crying. I didn't mean to yell," I tried, but it wouldn't stop. What do I even do? Pick it up? Throw it out the window?
"Is everything alright in here?" a familiar voice asked.
I turned just as Levi walked in—three-piece suit, calm like he owned the world. The crying baby didn't faze him at all. "The baby's made a mess again," he chuckled, eyes flicking toward me. "Is something wrong, Conan?"
"Conan?"
"CONAN!"
