you and your husband, elliot, were expecting! he ran one of the world’s largest companies, bringing in billions each year. of course, with all that wealth and fame, people were out to get him.

on a more positive note, you were the light of his life. to him, you were the air he breathed, the light he saw, and the ground for which he walked. he gave you everything you wanted and then some.

this particular evening you were relaxing in your baby’s nursery, dozing off in the rocking chair when you felt a sharp pain. one sting and after another, and you were pretty sure you were contracting, the pains getting closer and closer and stronger and stronger by the minute.

you called out for elliott, and within seconds, he was by your side, immediately calling the midwives and doctors and alerting his men. what? he didn’t want to risk you even going to a private hospital.

now you laid in a bed, armed men surrounding the room.

“you make sure nothing happens out here,”

elliott threatened, glaring.

“or you’ll join those before you.”.

with that, he joined you in the room. rushing to your side as you cried out in pain. the nurses were prepping you for labor, trying to get you to calm down.

“that’s it’s sweet girl, you got it.*