CHAPTER SEVEN
"One month and a week… god, you're killing me little one." Fallon groaned, two weeks later, looking down at her stomach. She was in the living room today, refusing to sit on the computer, refusing to sit period. She was going through a 'nesting' phase and had been busy for most of the day in the nursery, instructing the interior decorator on how thins were to be done, her own instructions coming from David.
David, who had been suspiciously nice to her for the past week. She figured Amy must've given him the fuck of the century and that was the driving facor behind his good mood, that or he'd managed to kill another rival boss… again.
"Ouch! Get your foot outta my rib!" She yelped, leaning against the wall, massaging her side vigorously, in a good mood too. She'd woken up to another e-mail, something she was starting to look forward too, always having to delete them though. She wished she knew what was up but they didn't dare talk about Matt's plans, just incase.
David walked in at the opportune moment, a huge smiled on his face and walked over to his wife, seeing the expression on her face. "Is my little man giving momma a hard time?" He softly cooed, kissing her forehead before kneeling down to coo at the baby. It was cute, but in a psychotic way. "Now little one, don't make daddy hurt you for messing with momma." He grunted when the baby kicked against his hand.
Fallon winced when David rubbed her stomach too hard but didn't say anything, sighing inwardly with relief when he pulled away, smiling tentatively at him. "The nursery is almost done and… your portfolio has increased by 20%." She said, knowing that would please him, the greedy bastard.
She walked around to the bar, pouring him a shot of his favorite drink, hoping to keep the good mood going, knowing she couldn't handle any physical abuse anymore.
"Very well done, angel." He grinned at her, downing the shot and looked at the nursery, nodding his approval. "I do love it when you obey. It's so much easier. I may keep you around after the baby is born yet." He winked at her, the good vibes still flowing strong and downed another shot when she poured with without him even having to ask. She was pleasing him indeed.
Lowering her head shyly, Fallon wished she wasn't pregnant, just so she could smack the shit out of him for that but didn't say anything, already knowing how she had to behave. She walked around to stand behind the couch when he sat down, rubbing his massive shoulders just the way he liked it.
She felt him first tense then relax under her expert touch, spotting a hickey on the side of his neck but didn't say anything, knowing damn well she didn't put it there. Like she'd ever leave her 'I was here' mark on him.
"Things are moving along smoothly with the Colorado operation, so after our child is born, we're going up there. You're going to have to go with me, baby or not." He snorted, wishing she wasn't pregnant so they could do it now but he'd cope.
"Of course." Fallon said softly, knowing why he wanted her there. She wouldn't be able to physically go in, not that soon after giving birth, but she would be placed behind a damn computer to spike the security system. "Maybe it'd be best to leave David Junior here with a nursemaid." She said quietly, seeing David's chest puff out in pride at the mention of Junior. She mentally snorted. "This way he can adapt to being in one new place and not several. But it's up to you honey, I know you'll do what's best." She moved her massage to his back, praying he would allow the baby to stay behind, not wanting to risk losing her son or daughter in the inevitable blood bath.
"Hmmm…. I suppose we could leave him with that Mexican moron, but we'll have to give her STRICT rules." David stated, groaning as he leaned forward, loving how Fallon was acting at the moment. He pulled her around the couch to sit on his lap, running his hands up and down her back soothingly and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Fallon."
She shifted to a comfortable position, careful not to crush him with her stomach and smiled. "I love you too, David." She said, staring straight into his eyes, lying through her teeth but he didn't know that, she was getting to be too fine an actress.
"I think after this whole thing is over with, if you're still around, we could go on a vacation or something. You know, just you and me with the baby. What do you think?" David asked, already thinking about knocking her up again. "We could have another baby… I would love a girl, after my son of course." He grinned at his, his eyes glimmering with happiness. Dangerous happiness.
If being the operative word there, IF she was still around. Fallon inwardly flinched at the thought of having another baby, especially one of David's but she smiled, looking positively radiant with both happiness -cough- and a pregnancy glow. "I would love that. A baby girl, after Junior of course, with your eyes." She whispered, covering his hand with hers, repressing shivers.
"Now this is more like it. This is how I want you to be always." He murmured, entwining their fingers together and kissed her softly, pressing his head to hers. "How about I pamper you today? I'll draw you a nice, hot bath, wash you down and give you a full body massage. Does that sound good? It'll just be me and you for the entire day." He smiled at the thought and kissed her neck.
Fallon did NOT want that at all, not in the slightest. Mainly because she knew exactly where it would lead. "Just you and me? You don't have to work?" She sounded like she couldn't believe how lucky she was, getting to spend an entire DAY with him. "That'd be lovely, David. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to give you a massage?" She ran her fingers over his shoulders, knowing how to melt those knots, praying someone walked in.
"Boss? There's a problem downstairs." Came Adam's apologetic tone over the intercom.
"Fuck…" David cursed, sighing heavily then shoved his wife away from him. "What the fuck do you want, Adam? You can't fucking handle it?" He growled angrily, hitting the wall when Adam told him it was urgent and whipped around to stare at Fallon. "Get your ass up and finish the fucking nursery, lazy bitch!" He ordered before stalking out, slamming the door behind him.
She had landed hard on the floor, groaning in pain, the added weight of the baby not helping her tail bone any. Fallon waved off help from Juanita who had been busy cleaning the bathroom. "I'm fine." She whispered.
Juanita helped Fallon up, knowing the pregnant young woman was having a hard time managing her awkward, heavy body. "You've got a bruise forming already Mrs. B." She said, sounding worried.
Fallon sighed, allowing Juanita to put her to bed, letting the woman undress her from her uncomfortable maternity clothes and put her in just a robe, finally rolling onto her left side and clung to her pillow. As soon as she was alone, she began to cry, her heart aching for Matt.
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"How did you get this, Mrs. Batista?"
Fallon glanced at David, who was perched precariously on the counter, as her physician studied her bruised back. She was in the final month of her pregnancy, at the first of a series of every week appointments. "I got dizzy on the stairs and slid down them." She said in a casual voice.
"Dizzy? How long have you been having dizzy spells?"
She answered all the questions shot at her, confirming her story finally and breathed a sigh of relief when it all ended, waddling her painfully fat ass out into the waiting room.
"Nice work." David growled in her ear. He hated these appointments but wanted to know firsthand how his son was progressing. The heir to his throne.
"I aim to please." She replied dryly, wincing when he placed his hand on her back. Bruised because of falling down the stairs? Not fucking likely. More like because that was a place he could hit without overly damaging everything. That and Fallon tended to curl into the fetal position when he went to strike her, leaving her back wide open for his abuse.
"Sit." He ordered gruffly, not liking her attitude and sneered at the other couples who looked so happy ad loving. He dropped down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and squeezed harshly. "Don't you dare tell them a thing, you hear me?" He whispered threateningly.
Fallon groaned, not caring when she received startled look from the other couples. Her back was killing her, she weighed as much as David and her ankles were going to swell from being on her feet so much. She waited impatiently for the nurse to come out with the next appointment date.
It was her physician that came out, still looking concerned as her knowing eyes raked in Fallon's form, looking at David almost coldly. "Bed rest, Mrs. Batista. You need to keep in bed until it's time to have the baby. We'll see you in a week."
"Did you tell them it's a girl?" A young, inexperienced nurse called from the desk.
"Oh shit." Fallon winced when she was abruptly lifted up.
"A WHAT?" David roared, almost ripping her arm out of his socket as he pulled her with him towards the doctor. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IT'S A GIRL?"
"CALM DOWN, MR. BATISTA, THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
"David, my arm!" Fallon whimpered, unable to stop a few tears from coursing down her cheeks.
"CALL 9-1-1!"
"You're going to hurt your wife!" The doctor was quickly backtracking.
David snarled, whipping out a gun and shot the nurse between the eyes. "If ANY of you touch a phone, I'll personally splatter your brains on the walls." He said, eyes flashing dangerously, shoving Fallon towards the door. "EVERYONE DOWN!" He barked, keeping an eye on his wife and one on the people in the room.
He wasn't too worried, he practically owned the police force.
He ushered Fallon outside. "In the car, NOW."
Fallon screamed when she was shoved into the car, throwing out her arms to keep from smashing into anything, grunting in pain when her head collided with the ceiling. She scooted to the opposite side, putting as much space as possible between her and David, instinctively wrapping her arms around her stomach.
Adam, who was in the driver's seat, could already hear the sirens coming, knowing as soon as the cops knew WHO had pulled the trigger, there wouldn't be any problems.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" David roared, hitting her with closed fists, sweat beading on his forehead. "A FUCKING GIRL? I DIDN'T WANT A FUCKING GIRL! I WANTED A BOY, YOU SLUT! YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A BOY OR SO HELP GOD, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" David was beyond livid and had officially gone off the deep end as he backhanded her repeatedly in the face.
"YOU DON'T NEED ME TO GIVE YOU A BOY! YOU CAN HAVE ANY OTHER WOMAN!" Fallon screamed, trying to shield her face.
Adam had no choice but to pull over, he was a killer but even he wasn't about to see a full term pregnant woman be murdered. "Boss, you're gonna kill her." He said softly, calmly. "Fallon would LOVE to give you a boy, wouldn't you missus?"
She could barely nod, beginning to slip in and out of consciousness.
"Two months boss and she'll be pregnant again, with your son." Adam continued, not looking away from David, knowing better than that, even when he heard Fallon slump against the door.
"You damn right she will be or I'll kill them BOTH!" David snarled, banging her head one last time, this time with the butt of the gun. He then shoved her limp form away from him, looking disgusted and proceeded to slip over the seat and up front, glaring at Adam. "Drive or die." He ordered.
Adam did as he was told, always the faithful lap dog. He glanced in the mirror, seeing Fallon's prone, pregnant body on the backseat, bleeding from the forehead.
What made the scene truly pitiful was the fact that he could see the baby moving.
