She knew she should have regretted it.
But she didn't.
As much as her father screamed at her, and as much her mother weeps and looks at her daughter in shame, she feels no regret; no looking back nor what if's or if only's.
She loved this child that was currently residing in her womb.
The love that radiated from her for this child was unbearable.
But she knew…she knew that this child was special. He was made of the seed of someone special. Someone whom she will never be able to see again.
Now she must run. Run before anyone is able to find out.
She will not run yet…but soon, for she will not be able to care for the baby on her own this early, and with no knowledge of the sort for this situation.
Esmeralda will learn, she will strive to care for this child no matter what.