~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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"Deborah?"
"Deborah, wake up," someone tapped me and I groaned in my sleep.
"Get up Deborah! He is crying!" The voice suddenly snapped at me and I quickly sprang up to a sitting position with my eyes wide and my heart racing wildly at the fact that my boy was in danger.
And as I looked around I discovered I was back in the deserted forest, sitting on the soil.
When I looked ahead of me, I found little Peculiar trying to calm the little child in her arms.
I blinked in surprise and relief as tears came to my eyes.
"Oh my, you are alive," I happily said as I stretched forth my hands and little Peculiar instantly handed him over to me.
Once he was in my arms, his cries lessened and soon he stopped and stared up at me in a relaxed state.
"Oh look how adorable you are," I praised him and chuckled as tears slipped from my eyes because I feared that that was it.
I don't think I would have recovered if he actually died in my womb.
