Stephanie stood in the kitchen trying to do the dishes. She was having a little trouble because of her baby bump. Paul came up behind her and hugged her then put his hand on her stomach. "How's my girl's?" Paul said.
"Fine. She keeps moving A LOT lately." Stephanie said with a smile.
"I don't feel anything." Paul said with a sad face.
"She's moving right now but unless you're a organ right now, you're not going to feel it." Stephanie responded.
Paul made a frowny face. "Oh you big baby. You have lots more time to feel it." Stephanie said.
"You've only gotten to feel it. I haven't yet and it's so disappointing! Can you blame a guy for wanting to feel his kid in there?" Paul said.
Stephanie sympathetically smiled and nodded her head. She turned around and kissed him. "You will soon." Stephanie said.
Stephanie started to walk away right as the baby kicked hard, making Stephanie suck in air. "Are you ok Steph?!" Paul asked quickly.
She nodded her head quickly. "I shouldn't even tell you." She said.
Paul knew what that meant and he was a little flustered. Stephanie sat on the couch and turned on the TV and flipped through some channels as Paul rubbed his hand on her stomach, trying to feel the slightest movement. Stephanie was getting a little annoyed but it was soothing. She got more comfortable as she rested her head on his legs and laid on her side and then suddenly fell asleep as he rubbed her back. Paul gently moved and rested her head on the couch then picked her up and carried her to their bedroom and tucked her in. "Look at the moon whenever you miss me." He whispered as she smiled.
He kissed her forehead and then got in and quickly slept.
In the morning he was awoken by a kiss. "Going to make some breakfast. What do you want?" Stephanie asked.
"Food." Paul said sleepy.
She laughed as she got up and exited the room. "Love you!" Stephanie said.
"Love you too!" Paul said tired
Paul laid back down and tried to fall back asleep for a little while. Five minutes later he heard a loud short scream from Stephanie. He sprung up and ran to the kitchen to see her being taken quickly. The guy that had ahold of Stephanie had a gun pointed to her back, right where the baby was. Paul was frantic. The guy's behind him knocked him down and started to kick and punch him. He fought back and took off after the van but couldn't catch it. He immediately called 911 and the cops came. Paul gave them a picture of her and told them that she was seven months pregnant. Paul found a ransom letter that said "Bring us on million dollars or your wife and baby gets it!" in letters cut out of newspapers and magazines. They had to have planned all of this out. How would a random person know that Stephanie was pregnant? Paul wanted to kill all of them. Ripping his whole world from him! Why where they doing this? Why now, especially right at these happy times? "YOU BETTER FIND MY WIFE OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!" Paul yelled at all of the cops.
Their house was bombarded with cops. They looked at every inch of the house and got all that they needed. Paul was loosing his mind. He was thinking of all the possible out comes of all of this. All that they would and could do to Stephanie. What could they do to their child. He was getting more pissed and worried by the second. This is make or break. It's all or nothing! As all of the cops left, Paul paced with his hands on his forehead and in his hair. "We WILL find her Mr. Levesque! We have found a lot of people!" The cop said.
"YOU BETTER!" Paul said sternly and with a growl.
The cop was intimated and backed away slowly. Paul went back to pacing faster. It had been hours and Paul was breaking. He could help but imagine where she was and what they were doing to her. He saw her being tied up in a corner and her mouth being duck taped. The image was setting him off. He started to punch the pillow beside him. He started crying. He had no control of this situation. He couldn't stop thinking about Stephanie. This short of time and he already missed her touch, smile, kiss, her beauty, and her warm heart. he got up and went to their bedroom. He couldn't sleep anyway but he saw the moon and hoped that she heard and remembered what he told her last night as he stared at it with tears coming down his cheek.