A few days had passed and the aftermath had been cleaned away. Sam blew the hair out of her eyes as she stared longingly out of the kitchen window into the rainy evening. Another day in hell was wearing on into the next, as her impending due date grew closer. The house was Sam proofed as everything that could pose a potential danger was locked away or removed, and she was sick of eating with plastic forks.

She grew especially upset the realization that she was beginning to show, no matter how much she sucked in her stomach it still had the tell tale bump. It didn't help that he was weirdly obsessed with it. It disgusted her to the point of involuntarily vomiting up her meals. If she wanted to have children before this, she certainly never would after this. She felt weaker with each passing day as all she did was sleep most of the time, unsure if the parasite itself would deplete her until her body gave out. One way or the other she would never be it's mother.

She squeaks in surprise as she felt arms wrap around her. Of course it was that time of the day again she scowled as she was swept off her feet. "Fuck my life." Was all she could think as he carried her to the bedroom.

She did her best to ignore the man exerting himself on top of her and listen to the rain pelting down on the roof wishing to be slick with water instead of sweat. She used to be afraid of storms before all this, now she could only hate herself for being afraid of such a common occurrence. She inhaled sharply as he thrusted particularly hard, bringing reality crashing back down. He felt like a thousand pounds. A sob racked through her body as she could barely resist from growing weaker over the past few months. Her cries didn't faze him as he finished up.

She couldn't take it anymore and began screaming as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her. Bill clamped a hand over her mouth and glared daggers at her.

"I thought we were past this Sam." He said with a mix of anger and disappointment. The phone rings a few minutes later.

"Don't make me do something we'll both regret." He said before charging out of the room to answer the call.

"Hey Bill, is everything all right?" Hank asked in annoyance.

"Yeah everything is alright, Sam just saw a spider." Bill laughed nervously.

"Really? Is there something going on?" Hank pressed, not really buying that a spider would cause someone to make such a commotion.

"She's deathly afraid of them, it's cute really." Bill snorts as he twirls the phone cord around one of his fingers.

"Well if you two are arguing could you please keep it down, we don't want it to be like you and Lenore's fights and wake the whole neighborhood." Hank said with a frown in his voice.
Bill scowled at the wall. "Well I'll have Dale take care of any other spiders tomorrow, sorry to bother you." He said angrily and slammed the phone back down on the receiver. He stomped back into the room to give Sam a piece of his mind.

"What the fuck Sam?!" He spat as he towered over her shivering form.

"Why the hell did you do that?" He demanded as he slapped her across the cheek, making her cry harder.

"Shut up!" He shouts as he slaps her again.

She springs up and grabs his bandaged hand, putting as much pressure as she could onto the wound. He howls in pain and wrenches his hand free, pulling some of the bandages off.

She darts out of the room and into the kitchen with Bill hot on her heels. She picks up a chair and swings it at him with all her might. He catches with his good hand, grunting from the force of it and rips it out of her grasp. She stares at him in horror as he drops the chair and stomps forward.

She backs into the counter and panicking as he wraps his hands around her throat. He kept squeezing until he was sure she would black out and let go. She slid to the floor gasping.

"Why did you make me do that Sam?" He snaps at her. She stares up at him in terror.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you think about our family at all or just yourself?" Bill says through clenched teeth. "I work hard all day to take care of us and this is the thanks I get?" He roars as he slams his hand on the cabinet in front of him. "I can't even make love to my new wife!" His voice cracked as he rested his head against the same cabinet.

"I remember you saying you were waiting for Mr. Right, why can't I be Mr. Right?" He said after a few moments of deafening silence. "Sammy?" He tries again.

"There is no Mr. Right." She spat acidly.

"You promised to love me through the good and the bad." He almost shouts as he shoved his ring finger in her face.

"Yeah, not like there was a bomb strapped to my chest or anything." She snaps.

"It doesn't matter, you promised until death do us part." He says intensely. She quietly sobs as she was cornered and there seemed to be no way out. "You should be happy, you have what every woman dreams of. A house, a loving husband, and a baby on the way." He says softly as he sits next to her, causing her to lean away.

"We're not a family." She whispers hoarsely.

"Then what are we?" He asks desperately as he forces her to look at him.

"Whatever you want us to be apparently." She sighs in defeat as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

A/N: Thanks for reading!