A few days went by after my appointment. My stomach was starting to bulge a little and I was actually getting excited. The doctor had prescribed me some B6 pills to see if it would help bring the nausea down. So far, it seemed to be helping. I was able to eat more and keep it down.
Tim was busy working on a new case so we hardly had any time together. Gibbs would work them into the wee hours of the night if he had to. Abby introduced me to the nuns and they were teaching me to multiple projects for the community. I was learning to knit first but it was my favorite.
Abby got me a disposable cell in case I needed to leave the apartment for whatever reason. I appreciated it but the only contacts I had so far were my parents, Abby and Tim. I wasn't sure I would really need it but it was nice to finally start getting some freedom back.
I sat in Abby's rocking chair and worked on knitting a scarf. It wasn't the prettiest but it was wearable. Hopefully I could get good enough to make some baby shoes.
I stopped and rubbed my belly. I smiled a little.
"I hope you're a little girl. But a boy would be fine too."
My head snapped as my phone went off. I'd forgotten to turn it down lower from this morning. I reached over and answered.
"Hello?"
"Honey, its dad."
"Hi daddy."
"Tyler just called."
"What did he say?"
There was a pause. "He said he got the divorce papers and wanted to talk to you."
"I'm sure he was yelling."
"And very drunk."
I gulped. This was what I was expecting but I wasn't ready for it.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I didn't know where you were. Honey, he knows your in D.C."
My whole body tensed. "Does he know that Abby lives here?"
"I doubt it. He's never been interested in anyone in the family. His only interest was you."
I sighed. "I guess I should call him at some point."
"I wouldn't. Until he's detained, you need to keep your distance from him."
I rubbed my belly. "What if he comes here?"
There was a pause. Then he sighed. "You need to look into protection, Lucy. I don't know if you can learn to shoot a gun right now but I'd look into it. Talk to Abby more."
"Ok."
"I love you, Lucy. I pray for your safety."
"I love you too, daddy."
"So, how's my grandchild doing?"
I chuckled lightly. "Doing fine."
"Good. I'm glad you decided to keep it. You've always had great motherly instincts."
"Think so?"
"Know so." I heard mom yelling in the background. "I gotta go. We'll call you soon."
"Alright. Bye dad." I hung up and held the phone at my chin.
Tyler was pissed. I knew he would be but I didn't care. I just didn't want this right now. I didn't want to worry about all of this. I didn't want him to find out about the baby. Not until I had the protective order in place.
I got up and paced around. If Tyler found out right now, I wasn't sure how I would handle it. Would he change? Would he beg for my forgiveness? Would he beg me to drop the charges? Or would he try to kill me? Would he try to kill us both?
I heard the door jiggle. My heart raced but my feet froze. I wanted to run but I couldn't. If it was Tyler, I was dead. Maybe if I begged for mercy, he would spare me and the child.
Abby came in through the door followed by Tim. My knees went weak from relief and I fell to the floor. I could feel my body shake as terror consumed my mind. They ran to my side.
"What happened?" Abby asked.
I opened my mouth but nothing would come out. I could feel the tears falling but I couldn't speak. She held me close. Tim rubbed my back but he didn't say anything.
They were able to get me to move to the couch but I was still shaking violently. It took awhile until I was fully able to calm down.
"He got the divorce papers," I said with a shaky breath.
"That means that this process can start going faster," Lucy said.
"My dad…he said I should get a gun."
"Wouldn't that hurt the baby?" Tim asked.
"I don't know." I wasn't sure what to think. I needed the protection but was a gun really necessary?
Abby got up and ran to her room. She came back with a Taser.
"I think you could use this more than me." She held it out for me.
I took it and my fingers barely latched onto it. Could I really shoot Tyler with this?
"It's probably better you have this than a gun. And this is better than nothing." Tim rubbed my hand with his thumb.
I could barely feel his touch. If Tyler was coming to D.C. that meant I was putting everyone in danger. Who knew what he would do. He might go on a rampage hitting and kicking. He might even get a gun of his own.
"He's coming," I whispered.
I didn't want it to be true but I knew he wouldn't just stand by and do nothing. Once he sobered up, he would come to D.C. and search for me. He wouldn't stop until he found me. But what would he do when I told him I was pregnant? Would it be enough to stop him?