Chapter 51-3

There's a gentle knock on the door, and Chastity hurries to open it. A reserved-looking Dante is leaning against the wall, hand in his pockets. "Hi, Dante." Chastity greets him, quickly waddling past. "Bye, Dante." "Chastity." He murmurs back, pushing himself against the wall in order to give her growing stomach some space. Dante and I listen to her slowly descend the stairs, and I'm extra alert in case she slips or needs some help. I've been getting real protective of her recently, which I don't think any of us could have predicted, given the circumstance in which we crossed paths. "Can I come in?" Dante asks politely. "Yeah, I guess." My reply is just as abrupt as the brief eye contact I grace him with. In a bid to avoid whatever petty argument we will probably have, I lie down on the bed, letting my feet dangle over the edge. As I gaze up at the off-white ceiling tiles, I don't think I can prepare myself for what happens next. Dante climbs on top of me, pre