"I don't wanna go there." He murmured sleepily. "They'll find something wrong with Baby and they'll kill it."<br/>He might slept, but his concerns hadn't. He was dreaming about losing the baby, and woke up at 3am, feeling sick. He didn't puke, thank God, but he was close to it. After that, he fell back asleep but didn't dream, he was happy for it. He wouldn't be able to cope with another nightmare.<br/><br/>He covered his head with the pillow and pretend he fell back asleep, but Markus didn't leave. He could hear him breathing, above it was his own heavy breath. He found it harder to breath as the pregnancy went on, but he never told it. He knew the solution would be to stop smoking, and he didn't want to. He hardly stopped for the time being, until the baby gets born. After it, he'll smoke like a Locomotive.