I couldn't sleep. Still. I had been lying here since 10.30, trying to fall asleep, but my body wasn't letting me. I knew it wasn't from carrying a baby. Trust me; I think if I was supposed to be insomniatic that would have happened months ago. So there was only one reason why. It was from what James told me earlier.

"Who was that?" I asked James as he hung up the phone. He looked upset, almost to the point of crying. But James didn't cry. I knew that. I don't think I'd seen him cry since we before we got married, which was a little over five years ago.

"My mom," he said. Why was he upset about that? His mom was amazing.

"And?" I was getting a little antsy.

"My dad's coming to visit," he said looking away. Now that was a different story. I had never met James' dad, not once in the six years I'd known him. They had 'differences.'

"Oh," I said softly. "When's he coming?"

"Two days," James said dully. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded. I turned on my heel and walked towards the living room. "Rachel," he said shakily, grabbing my arm. I turned back to look at him.

"James, what's wrong?" He pulled me over to the couch, then sat down and took a deep, shaky breath.

"I need to tell you something. Promise me you won't get mad." I took his right hand in both of mine and held it tightly.

"I won't, I promise," I said sincerely. James stayed quiet for another moment.

"My dad…used to…" he trailed off, then looked down at my hands. "Hit me," he finished, softly. I winced at the words, then felt tears falling from my eyes.

"I've known you for six and a half years, and you didn't tell me this?" I wasn't mad; how could I be mad? I was utterly upset.

"I was afraid you'd leave me," James replied hoarsely.

"James, I couldn't leave you even if I tried. You've known this whole time you can tell me anything." I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back, but gently; he was afraid he'd hurt me or the baby, and I appreciated that.

We sat there and talked for hours, and James told me every instance where his dad ever laid a hand on him. I had to keep myself from crying. How could someone ever do that to their child? I was worried for his safety, for mine and for our child's. What was I going to do?

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