She looks into his eyes. "D... dear?" She said before she thinks for a little while. "No... I don't... want to lie to my son..." She says sadly. "But... I think... in time... he may... think of you... as his Father..."
She rubs her belly. "Who knows..."
She smiles. "Yeah... I better... get some rest..." She yawns. "Well..." She kisses his cheek. "Good... night..." She curls up but leaves some room for him.
Matilda keeps moving during the night seemingly unable to keep comfortable but then there is a loud thud and after Matilda screams. "MUMMY!" She cries.
She holds her left arm. "Damn it..."
Matilda is laying on the floor. "Yeah... I will be fine..." She rubs her belly and speaks to it in a language he cannot understand. "And... so is he..."
She looks up at him. "Fell out of bed... again..." She sighs.
"I... did..." She said. "It... was... the... day... Mother... was taken... from me..."
She has tears in her eyes. "All... I see... is Corsairs... and... Mother... Corsairs... Mother... then... the... Corsairs..." She cries even more.