When the lights went out, you knew…
He was here.
He'd come for you.
And that frightened you because you had no idea how angry he'd be when he found you pregnant with his child.
A contraction hit you hard then and you tried to crawl for your door to call for help. You could hear screams and screeches coming from deep inside the church. And you became nauseous.
Bálor was killing the priests and nuns.
A bolt of lightning struck outside and you could see him standing in your door way.
Mere feet away from you.
Blood glistened on his hands.
"Please," you cried, crawling backward away from him in the darkness. "I'm sorry, Bálor. Please, don't hurt me."
"Never would I hurt you, love," he said softly. "I'm angry, yes, but I'm also hurt that you left me. And took our child away from me."
You cried out as another contraction hit you and then Bálor was by your side, lifting you into his arms.
"You're comin' home, lass. And that's final. Don't run from me again."
The two of you were going to have a long talk after the birth of your baby.