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Termination? My heart felt heavy as it pounded hard against my chest. I pressed my hand firm over my belly, I won't let him do this.

I call my service provider.

"How may I help you today, Ms. Bennet?"

"Hello, I'd like to block a number from contacting my cell phone."

Ever since yesterday I can't stop thinking of Grant.

"We don't need your daddy, peanut." I smile, patting my belly. I successfully had his number blocked, even though I doubt he'll notice.

I've kept myself busy the past 24 hours. I've made an appointment with a doctor to get my first prenatal check up. I've also begun a search to move to a place more baby friendly. At least a two bedroom. And make it untraceable so Grant can't find me.

I pull my feet up and curl them beneath me and browse rentals on my iPad.

Knock, knock

My heart instantly drops. Shaking, I walk to the door with my cell phone in hand. I peek through the small hole and see Charlie.

CHARLIE!

I swing open the door and throw myself into his arms.

"I've missed you too, sweetheart. But you're making me feel dizzy." he breathes as I squeeze him with all my might.

My eyes begin to swell up as I take a step back and look at him. He's dressed in dark denim, a blue linen button up shirt, a black jacket.

He makes my heart feel so warm.

I can't manage words as I struggle not to burst into a full-blown fit.

"Wow, Cari. You look great! It looks like you've put on at least five pounds," his eyes are twinkling as he studies my body.

"Well, I have some good news Charlie. I'm sober!" I squeal.

He picks me up and swings me around and as he begins to drop me, our lips brush.

It feels like electricity has run through my body, and I suddenly feel intoxicated. I'm just so excited to spend time with my best friend!

"You have no idea how that makes me feel." His warm chocolate eyes thawing my core.

"Charlie, I have something very important to tell you." my voice now becoming more serious.

He needs to know, there needs to be a witness so that way Grant can't just wipe me out completely. I don't think he would, but he's been rather cruel. And I know that he's wealthy enough to not have to do it himself.

We walk over to the couch and sit, with me practically on his lap.

"What is it honey? You know you can tell me anything right? Is it important?" His questions seem never-ending. He's always been like this, doesn't like not knowing everything that's going on.

"I don't know how to say this exactly...but Chalie, I'm pregnant." I shift my gaze to the floor unsure of how he'll react. He lightly touches my face with his hand, and shifts my sight into his eyes.

"I'm happy for you, Caroline. I know you'll be a wonderful mother. I just wasn't aware you were seeing somebody," he whispers, his eyes watering.

"Well, I wasn't really seeing anybody. It was a one night thing." I drop my head down once again.

"So you don't even know who the father is honey?" His tone surprisingly less distraught than before. What, does he want me to be a single mother?

"No, I know who he is. He's just not going to be involved in my baby's life. He's psychotic really." I explain impassively.

"You didn't really fall up the stairs, did you Cari—did this bastard hit you? Who the fuck is he?" He pushes himself off the couch and stares down at me, his fists shaking at his side.

"Charlie, it won't help now. The best thing I can do is stay out of his way. You'd make things a lot worse if you get involved." I stand up, face to face with him, my eyes pleading.

"Whats. His. Name. Tell me his name, and I'll let it go. You have my word."

"Grant. Reyce." I stutter. His name makes me sick. Literally.

I rush towards the bathroom and barely make it to the toilet before my breakfast comes up. Within seconds Charlie is behind me, pulling my hair out of the way as I heave. After I finished he hands me a fluffy towel, and strokes my forehead with his fingers.

After a moment he speaks. "The Grant Reyce, Cari?" his voice low.

"Yes," I squeak. I don't want Charlie to be disappointed in me, he's the only person in my life who's never made me feel like shit about being who I am.

He lets out a low growl as he slides to the floor, sitting beside me.

"You're not alone in this Cari—I'll be here through this with you. I can transfer schools and we can find a small place toget—"

"Charlie, no! I'm not going to let you throw your life away because you care about me. I care about you too much to do that. This is my problem. I really don't mind being a single mom, I've done most things in life by myself."

He looks disappointed. I don't deserve somebody so sweet and caring. His eyes start to swell.

"Charlie, I just don't know. I didn't mean to shut down your idea so quickly. Let's just slow this down. We have a whole 9 months before my babys even due." I say with a forced smile.

Our eyes meet and I feel the electricity again. I feel the urge to run his chestnut hair through my hands.

Ugh, the hormones have already started taking over.

Just then, he kisses me. And I not only accept it, but return it. I take the opportunity to indulge, and run my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth tighter on to mine. He pushes his tongue into mine, caressing it slowly. I groan, feeling a sensation in my groin.

Bang.

The door to the bathroom flings open and slams against the wall startling both of us.

Unsure of what's going on, I look up to see Grant in the doorway.