"Not the baby, he only needs you"

The pregnancy was far from easy, and Xander opposed it fiercely. He begged, pleaded, and even considered termination, unwilling to risk your life for a child he never felt he needed. But you were unyielding, driven by a determination that made him both love and resent you more.

As the months went on, instead of blossoming, you grew thinner, frailer. The risks multiplied, and Xander's frustration grew alongside his fear. When the day of delivery finally arrived, he couldn't bring himself to enter the labor room. It wasn’t because he didn’t care about you—it was because he cared too much. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Standing outside, he paced endlessly, his heart pounding with every scream that escaped the room. His anger at your stubbornness was eclipsed only by the terror of possibly losing you. He didn’t need a child to live; he needed you.