Sorry for the long wait, but this was the hardest chapter to write. It's also the longest, at about 3000 words. I should warn you guys, this chapter gets dark towards the end and there is a bit of swearing..anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and reviews are appreciated!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Gilbert stared in shock."You're late? Does that mean..?"He asked, looking anxious and even quite scared.
Elizabeta just nodded solemnly."I was suppose to get my period a week ago. I guess I didn't notice with all this chaos going on." Elizabeta didn't seemed too worried by this revelation, but instead she looked as if someone had left her a big pleasant surprise. This didn't calm Gilbert's nerves at all.
Gilbert, on the other hand, needed to sit down. As he took a seat on the red sofa, he sighed."Liz. Are sure you're pregnant?" This question seemed to bring down some of Elizabeta's obvious Glee.
As she sat down next to him, she hesitated before speaking."Well, I still need to take a test, but I really think I am. I know my body Gil, my period is never late or irregular. Especially over a week late." She said, this confident in her conclusion.
"Are you sure about this?" Gilbert asked, still unsure about this whole situation. Elizabeta looked bothered by this question."Of course I'm sure! I just told you that my pe-"
Gilbert cut her off, feeling misunderstood."No, I mean about having...a baby. Are we even ready for this kind of thing?"
Elizabeta just sighed sadly at this."Gil, if I am pregnant, then there is no going back." She said this firmly."And secondly, I thought you use to love the idea of being a father?"
The word 'father' gave Gil the jitters. Of course he was always wanting to be a parent...someday. But was completely different when the very real possibility was staring you in the face. Not that he was suddenly appalled by the idea, But just the thought that he could be a father. That in about a year, there could be a little him running around, calling him daddy. This fact scared him.
"I do Liz. I really love the idea of being the father of your child, but are we ready to be parents? For one thing, our current apartment is no place to raise a child. On top of that, I don't think we're financially set to have a kid. We just don't make enough money."
Elizabeta seemed to think through these questions before answering."Well, for one, we can easily move."
Gilbert interrupted once again before she could continue."Dear god, please not your parents house." He then looked off to the side and mumbled,"The're gonna kill me when they find out.."
Elizabeta rolled her eyes."No, we can find another home just as easily. Also, my parents aren't going to kill you. Probably." She said the last bit half jokingly before she continued."And I can just ask for a raise at work, It's not a big deal. Or you could get a better job."
"Okay, but are we really ready to be parents?" This was the question Gilbert wanted answered, but this was the question that Elizabeta seemed to have no clear answers to.
"Well, we gotta do our best and hope we don't screw up."
-elsewhere
Alice and Francis were just arriving at the resort in Brazil. Their flight wasn't as long as they expected, and wasn't too bad. Currently, Alice was joking around with Francis as they made their way to the front desk.
"Hah, I'm serious. That dude looked just like you, except for his facial hair and smoking problem." Alice snickered.
Francis responded playfully."Well, I didn't see it, so I cannot believe someone comes close to my beauty." He said mockingly.
Alice chuckled as she rung the bell to get the desk clerk's attention.
The desk clerk was a young looking woman with dark skin and dark brown hair pulled up into two pigtails. She had big brown eyes and was full of energy. As she rushed to answer the at the front desk, Alice read her name tag, which simply said 'Michelle'. She didn't look like she had been working there to long.
As she greeted them, she had a big, cheerful smile on her face, which seemed surprisingly genuine."Hello, how may I help you?"
Alice simply said,"I'm Alice Kirkland, my husband and I booked a room here." As she said this, she put emphasis on the Kirkland part. She couldn't help but sound a little cocky when letting other know who she was.
But of course, the girl remained oblivious to this, which irked Alice a little bit.
"Okay, let me get your key while you sign here." she said this, pointing to the guest book before turning back and searching through the row of keys on hooks behind her.
As Alice finished signing, Michelle tossed her the keys playfully. Lucky for her, Alice caught them.
"Your room is number 413 on the second floor. Do you need help finding it?"
Alice just shook her head."No, thank you." As she said this, she grabbed Francis by the arm to go off and find it, grinning the whole way.
As they found the room, Alice pulled Francis inside, her grin becoming more seductive as she closed the door behind them.
Once inside, she immediately pulled him in for a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around him. Kissing her back, he ran his hands through her hair as he lead her to the bed.
Trying not to break the kiss, she reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons as quick as possible. But before the two could get any further, Alice's phone began to ring.
Sighing sadly, she pulled away, taking her phone out. Answering it, she said in a irritated tone,"Who is it?"
"Alice? It's Dr. Heinz. I have the results. Do you want to go over them now, or is this a bad time..?" The Dr. asked, obviously hearing the bitterness in Alice's voice.
Taken aback Alice responded,"Oh no. We can certainly discuss it now." As she said this, she gave Francis a look that told him she needed to be alone, before walking into the kitchen
The Doctor continued."Well, after extensive testing, we came to a conclusion."
Alice took a deep breath before talking."I thought the results would have taken longer." She said, worried.
"Yes, we thought it would having taken longer also. But we're certain this results are correct."
Preparing herself for the answer, Alice responded."I'm ready to hear the results."
"Okay, but before I tell you, I must inform you these results are correct. We made no mistake with this conclusion. I also wa-"
Getting impatient, Alice snapped."I wanna hear the damn results already. Sorry, but can you just cut to the chase?"
The Doctor, surprised by her outburst responded."Uh, yes. Of course." She cleared her throat before continuing as she recited the results out loud."In the case of Alfred Bonnefoy-Kirkland's parentage, It has been concluded by the Fairview genetic lab, that his father is indeed Ivan Braginski, and not Francis bonnefoy as previously thought."
-Later
Alice was still sitting alone in kitchen, looking out the window. She had just gotten off the phone with the Doctor. The results did not turn in her favor.
As she stared out the window at the beautiful Brazilian landscape, she thought about how she would tell Francis. She couldn't believe it. Alfred was the son of that lowly scum. She didn't wanted him associated with anyone in that family. Not Ivan, his wife or even his children really.
She kinda regretted admitting that last part. His children where decent people. Including Leon, who she adopted from them 16 years ago, when they decided they didn't want anymore children.
How Ironic that both of her children were sired by Ivan. God, how was she gonna tell her husband? Francis would hate her.
"Mon cher, are you feeling okay?" Francis asked as he walked into the room, worried.
Alice turned to him with a sigh."No, I don't. I'm sorry Francis, but I think I'm gonna have to back out on our plans for today."
Francis looked fairly disappointed at this."Are going to be okay? You were looking so forward to our hike later."
She chuckled humorlessly."I think it was actually you who looked forward to the hiking trip. I'm sure i'll feel fine later. You can just go out without me. I'm sure i'll be better by time you get back."
Francis looked unsure."Are you sure? I don't know if I want to just leave you behind."
Alice waved away his worries."I'm sure I just need a nap. I think jet lag is starting to affect me, that's all. I think It would be good for me to get some peace and quiet anyways."
This seemed to reassure him a bit."Well, if it's what you want...Then I guess I can go for a bit." Alice could tell that he was actually chomping at the bit to go to this hiking trip.
"Well, go. It's starting any minute. I'll be fine."
With her approval, he gave her a quick kiss before grabbing his phone and stuff before leaving.
After he left, Alice sat down on the bed and took a look at the room. The room was a light off white color, with a couple paintings here and there. The room had a big bay window on other end, by the arch that lead to kitchen and dinning area. It let in an ample amount of light that reflected off of the white sofa that sat in the window area. The sofa was made to match the wall color and the huge bed. She still hadn't seen the bathroom, but she assume it was just as gorgeously decorated.
Sighing, she took out her phone, knowing who she needed to call. She was gonna give Ivan a piece of her mind.
The phone rung for a moment before he picked up."Hello Alice. I should of known you would have called me." He chuckled as he said this.
"You bastard. I known I shouldn't have agreed to this shitty dna test." She said, sounding as if she wanted to kill him.
"Ah, so you got the results? I'm assuming they didn't turn out the way you were hoping?" He said, not sounding surprised at all.
"If you think this changes anything, you're wrong. You're no more of Alfred's father than you were before."
This didn't dissuade Ivan at all."I think the results say other wise. Have you told Francis yet?"
"That's none of your fucking business." She snapped.
"I take that as a no. Wouldn't it be such a shame if he found out from some other source before you could tell him?" He asked, the question sounding not to hypothetical.
This angered Alice to the point of wanting to strangle Ivan through the phone."Where are going with this?"
"Oh no where. Do you happen to remember the business deal I offered you a while back?"
Now it made sense to Alice."You think you can use this information to blackmail me into merging our companies?" she was beyond furious.
"Hehe. I wouldn't call it blackmail...more like a little incentive to reconsider."
Alice snapped out in response,"Hell no. I don't think you'll tell him. I'm calling your bluff. "
Ivan didn't sound to fazed by this response."Oh, I won't have to tell him any thing. You'll see" After he said this, he hung up before Alice could come up with a response.
-Elsewhere
Francis was currently waiting at the head of the trail. This is where he was suppose to meet the hiking instructor and rest of the group. But so far, no one had shown up. Getting fed up, he was getting ready to leave.
But before he could, he heard a voice behind him."Well, what a shame. Looks like your hike has been canceled." The voice sounded strangely suspicious , but before he could turn around to see who had snuck up behind him, he was suddenly hit over the head with a heavy object. As he fell to the ground, everything went dark.
A while later, he woke up in a strange place. As he started to come to, he looked around. The room was dark and there appeared to be large wooden crates everywhere. He was currently tied and bound to a chair and the ground seemed to sway beneath him.
"What is this place?" He asked himself quietly.
"It's a cargo ship." He heard a voice say. It was the same voice from earlier. Looking around, trying to see who it belong to.
A figure then stepped out from behind one of the crates and Francis had to do a double take.
This stranger, this man, wasn't a stranger at all. He was what Francis saw every time he looked in the mirror. He looked almost exactly like Francis, same face, same hair and nearly the same eye color.
"Who are you?" Francis asked, starting to panic.
The man just chuckled before answering."The names Louis. Yeah, freaky how much we look alike. A couple month's I wouldn't have believed I had a stinking rich look alike on the other side of the world either."
"Is this what this about? Money? Let me go and I'll give as much as you want." Francis said, trying to find away out of this mess.
Louis just grinned."Normally, I would take your money in a instant. But I have been offered a better deal. You see, some Russian dude found me. Ivan, I believe his name is. He told him if I help him with his plans, I can have all the money I want. And all I have to do is impersonate a some rich dude. Plus, you have a banging hot wife, so it shouldn't be to bad."
This enraged Francis."Stay the hell away from my wife! And what does Ivan have to do with this? What is he trying?"
"Well, I shouldn't get too into it, but just know he has plans that involve your wife and the company you two run. Its also a great way for me to finally get away from enemies. I have alot. Wait, opps. They're your enemies now. And they happen to be in control of this ship, so I should leave before they return. But don't worry, I'll inform them that their old time nemesis his here." He laughed as he said this, heading for the door.
'Wait! Please, what ever Ivan is planning, It isnt worth it. Let me go!" Francis pleaded.
"Um, how about no?" As Louis said this, he left, shutting the door behind him.
A few minutes passed and Francis could hear some footsteps coming from over head.
The door flew open and some men appeared."Ah, so the message was true? Our old friend just does happen to be on our ship. You didn't think you could escape us for good? And look. You're all tied up and bound. I wonder who left us this nice surprise? Someone else who hates you just as much?"
Francis struggled to try and explain."Wait, no, you have the wrong guy! I'm Francis Bonnefoy. I live in America and I have no business with you."
One of the men laughed before punching him square in the jaw."Done try this shit with us, Louis. We would recognize you anywhere."
As Francis recoiled from the blow, he winced.
"No! I am not Louis. We just look alike. I live in Wisconsin with my family. I help run a company called Kirkland enterprises."
They didn't seem to believe this at all."Well, what is an American doing here, in a drug cartel ship? Maybe I should kill you now for lying."
This frighted Francis more than anything else today.
The man then continued,"But lucky for you, there are plenty of other people out there who would pay a large sum to kill you themselves. So you might live another day, until we find someone willing to pay to kill you how ever they please."
Turning around he, spoke to some of the other men."Make sure he's tied up good. We don't want him escaping." He then turned back to Francis."Say goodbye to Brazil, cadela." He then left, shutting the door behind him.
Soon, Francis could hear the engine start and he could feel as the ship moved farther and farther from land. Farther from the hotel, farther from his wife.
What was he gonna do now? Hope they would spare him mercy and let him go? That seemed unlikely.
Some time had passed, perhaps a couple of hours, when Francis could hear a commotion over head. He then heard shouting.
"I don't care what you want, you stupid bitch!" He heard a noise that sounded a lot like a slap and a thud. "Now feed the damn hostage! If he dies from starvation, we don't get our pay!"
He then heard the sound of timid footsteps making their way to where he was.
Soon enough, the door opened and a girl entered. She was small and fragile looking. She had blonde hair pulled into pigtails and violet eyes. She looked to be around 19 and had a red mark on her face, Probably from the noise Francis heard a moment ago.
The moment she spotted Francis though, her eyes lit up in shock. She then opened her mouth to speak."Dad?"