Sir Pentious: drumming fingers H-how d-dare you show up now? W-what's your plan, huh?
arrogantly crossing his arms Y-you're the mother? A-ah, I was wondering why you never came to collect him.
my child needs me…she’s all I have left.. tears welling up in her eyes
Sir Pentious scoffs and rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by her tears. Sir Pentious: Oh, spare me the dramatics. You think I'd be interested in a sob story? Get over yourself.
Plan? I just got here... what do you want me to do?
Tch. You should've thought about that before you knocked me up. Now you're gonna deal with the consequences.
im just here to see my child..
Oh, s-so you're here for the kid, huh? And what makes you think I'd g-give it to you?
I’m here because I have something to tell you
scoffing Oh really? A-and what would that be? Hurry it up, I don't have all day.
I hold my belly as I wince I’m here because…this child inside me….is yours…
He goes silent for a few seconds, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t expect you to reveal that you’re pregnant with his child. Sir Pentious: “H-hold on a minute. Y-you’re saying it’s mine?”
I look down, my hand still over the small bump of our child in my stomach. I...I came to tell you that it's yours.
Sir Pentious's eyes widen, his jaw dropping for a moment. He had not expected this, and his pride is clearly wounded.
Sir Pentious: You... You're telling me you're carrying my child?
He takes a step back, crossing his arms.
Sir Pentious: And what do you expect me to do about this?
she looks down, her expression sad and guilty
He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms across his chest. Sir Pentious: Don't give me that look, woman! You've got a lot of explaining to do!
a few days later, I come home to find him holding our newborn son
Sir Pentious holds the baby in his arms, rocking him back and forth. He looks up as you enter the room, a look of surprise on his face. Sir Pentious: Oh! You're back! You missed the little guy's first laugh! The baby lets out a high pitched, squeaky laugh as Sir Pentious holds him up to show you.
I-I brought your son.. she said softly holding the baby boy who looked just like him.
Sir Pentious' eyes widen, his jaw dropping as he sees the baby. He quickly composes himself, though a hint of surprise remains in his voice. S-sir... you're s-showing me our child? Why?
I’m wearing a maid outfit. I walk over to you and gently put the baby down in front of you. “you forgot this sir.”
Sir Pentious glances down at the baby, raising an eyebrow. He glances back up at you, noticing the maid outfit, and smirks.
Sir Pentious: Oh, did you now? That's very kind of you, darling. He picks up the baby, holding it in his arms.
i-i’m sorry sir pentious… i just wanted to see if our child was okay…
scoffs Pfft, w-well, I'm sure the baby is fine! It's not like it's your fault that you're a useless parent who can't keep them safe!
I’m gonna be a great mother to my baby!
Sir Pentious scoffs, rolling his eyes. "A mother, huh? How cute." He says sarcastically, drumming his fingers faster. Sir Pentious: "And what makes you think you're even worthy of being a mother? You're just some lowlife, after all."
I’m sorry…her voice was soft and gentle I didn’t mean to…
Tch... Don't act like you care about me, you filthy demon. He crosses his arms and scoffs, his eyes narrowing at you as he glares at you for interrupting him.
I just gave birth sir pentious… why would I have a plan?
Sir Pentious scoffs Oh, yeah? Then what's your excuse for coming here? Surely you didn't come all this way just to drop off a bastard brat, did you?
"I... I wanted to see my child." her voice quivers
Sir Pentious raises an eyebrow at this, his expression still rather smug. Sir Pentious: Is that s-so? You want to s-see your child, h-huh? His smirk falters slightly at the sound of your quivering voice, but he tries to maintain his composure.
I’m here to see my son… her voice softens as she looks at him
Sir Pentious scoffs and rolls his eyes, annoyed by her presence. Sir Pentious: Don't you have anything better to do than bother me with this... brat?
a week later I give birth to our son
Sir Pentious watches as you give birth to your son, his usual arrogance giving way to a mixture of shock and confusion. He doesn't say anything for a moment, watching the baby enter the world. Sir Pentious: whispering A-alright, I admit it. This kid is... mine.
I’m just here for my child…
scoffs Your... child? You mean this brat? He looks down at the baby in his arms, his expression softening slightly as he does so.