"I don't know what to do with her." Zarkon huffed.

"Well you screwed up." Sendak said bluntly.

"Zarkon... Delilah is a month old and you haven't held her once, she hasn't imprinted on you as her father and no man in the family can touch her because of it." Vorak said sadly.

"I want to hold her. I want my daughter and wife back but everytime I see Delilah's face I see Elara face when she was pregnant, sick, and nearly dead. It's a reoccurring memory." Zarkon said sadly.

"Suck it up Zarkon. The woman said she couldn't stand you. Might as well wish her goodbye now." Buloc said.

"Father... Divorce is not going to happen." Zarkon said seriously.

"I don't know about that one." Sendak chimed in.

"Zarkon you need to do something if you want to save your marriage and fast." Zaedak said.

"What do I do? She hates me! I pushed her away!" Zarkon asked.

"Do something nice or you're gonna lose her and your family forever." Buloc said.

"That's the last thing I want to happen." Zarkon sighed.

"Then you better come with something." Sendak said.

"If you don't, she'll slip right through your fingers." Vorak said sternly.

Zarkon has never felt so much pressure. He wanted to work things out, losing her was never her intention. He couldn't bring himself to care about poor Delilah, everytime he sees that baby, the images of of Elara on her deathbed would flash through his head, he was continuously haunted by the memory.