Elliot's POV

"So you're not going to be home until Friday" Tyla's voice saddened as I told her.

"Look, baby, the meeting isn't over yet and the customer isn't happy with the building right now, you know I would be home with you and our" I stopped when I heard the phone click.

I looked at it and the screen went black. I sighed and put the phone on the counter. I yanked my hand through my hair and Sophie came up to me.

"Hey again, coffee?" She said smiling. Bad thoughts fluttered through my head, I nodded to get them out.

"Thanks" I muttered as she placed it down, she went back to wiping cups her eyes full of innocent concern.

"Are you doing okay?" She said, I looked up to her and she smiled slightly.

"Trouble at home" I said back to her.

"Your wife angry at your extra-long stay down here?" She said, her accent fluttered in and out her voice.

"Yeah, she's a good woman, she's worrying, I would love to be home" I sighed. I drank some of the coffee and wiped my face.

"Why aren't you?" She asked, moving along to the side of me and she served another customer.

"Business meeting" I said feeding her the same lie as I did my wife. I'm a really bad person.

"She can probably tell you're lying" She said, my head snapped up and she looked at me sternly.

"What?" I asked, I shifted uncomfortably.

"Your voice deepens when you lie; I noticed the first time you came in, if I noticed that fast, your wife probably knows" She answered. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

The door opened and the bell rang; he was back. He walked over to me and sat next to me, I looked at Sophie and then back to the figure next to me.

"Hi" The voice said.

"What do you need to tell me then" I snapped. He sighed and Sophie refilled my coffee.

"Make sure your wife stays out of Bloomingdales, I don't know for sure why right now but I have heard Hope speak about it on her phone lines, I can get more information but I think right now before anything comes up, you should go home" He said.

"What? Go home? I just told Tyla that I'm staying, I can't leave when I don't know all the facts" I snapped. The man cleared his throat and I looked at him.

"No one but Hope knows all the facts so if you don't mind, I'll get back to what you're paying me for" He said.

I grabbed the cup of coffee and through it across the room.

Tyla's POV

"Look, baby, the meeting isn't over yet and the customer isn't happy with the building right now, you know I would be home with you and our" I snapped the phone shut before he could talk about our kids.

I knew he was lying about it all, he had too much of a stutter for him to be telling the truth. I had gotten off the phone with James, Elliot's assistant and apparently James said that the meeting was two months ago and the two months and Elliot was allowed to leave whenever he wanted just in case something had happened. James rung because Elliot had unauthorised absences during the past few days and I asked him about the meeting, didn't I look wrong.

I threw my phone on the bed and walked over to the mirror. I looked at my body and how I had changed. My stomach (obviously) was huge and my breasts had gotten bigger. My face was still firm and my jet black hair was getting even longer than before the pregnancy. My eyes were a dull green and my lips were pale pink. I had very pale skin that made me hair seems blacker than it already was. I turned to the side to see how big I had really got.

My belly was bigger than I thought, I had just hit five months and I was massive. I know that I will get bigger but this is going fast, four months and my babies will be coming out and I will have two gorgeous children. Don't get me wrong I was worried as hell and don't even know what I'm supposed to do. Suddenly my phone started ringing and Elliots name came up.

"Baby, are you going to Bloomingdales today?" He said I rolled my eyes at his introduction

"No" I said bluntly.

"Good" He sighed. I shut off the phone and laid on the bed. I didn't know what I was meant to be doing. The phone rang again and Elliot's name came up, I answered again.

"Im coming home tonight" He said. I relaxed and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Good, I've missed you" I said truthfully, I heard him relax.

"Ive missed you too" He choked.

"We need to talk" I said bluntly then I shut off the phone. I put my phone under my pillow and moved onto my side into a more comfortable position; I slowly let my eyes close and let sleep take over me.

"Is he going to be ok?" The little boy's bright green eyes blinked at me as he spoke, I picked him up and turned his back to the body.

"Hes going to be okay I promise, baby" I said. I moved closer to the body for a closer inspection.

The body was defiantly passed out, the strong build was still breathing but he was bruised and cut. I moved the body still keeping the little boy close to my body. The little boy laid his head on my shoulder and relaxed in my arms. I sighed. I turned my attention back to the body infront of me. I knelt down and moved the body onto his back. It was Elliot. It was my husband that was bruised and cut. I looked down and my baby bump was gone. I was back to skinny. The little boy in my arms was my son.

"Where's your sister" I whispered to the little boy, I started shaking and he moved to blink at me.

"What sister?"

I screamed awake. The cover fell off me, which was strange; I didn't put the duvet over me. The door swung open and Elliot looked at me with a shocked look.

"What's wrong" He said still at the doorway.

"Bad dream" I stammered, I put my hands through my hair and looked at Elliot. I remembered he had lied to me but I couldn't be mad at him.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked stepping closer.

"Not really" I said. He came a bit closer and I moved back.

"What the hell is going on with you" He threw up his hands and I flinched.

"I spoke to James today, the meeting was two months ago Elliot! Where were you?" I said quietly. He shivered and looked down.

"I was in Florida because I needed to find out who shot you" he snapped. I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hands.

"That was six months ago, Elliot, and the police are on it, why are you acting out when its being dealt with" I snapped back.

"You got shot, Tyla!" He shouted. My hand flew to my stomach as a pain shot through me. Elliot calmed and sat on the end of the bed.

"I got shot and I haven't thought about it since we found out I'm pregnant, please leave it because I am, I just want us to get the nursery done and wait four more months and then raise our children. We're going to have bumps in the road but you can't deal with them on your own" I said. He blinked at me and I smiled slightly. "Get over here and kiss me"

He did as he was told and kissed me; he put one hand on my bump and the other on my face.