Chapter 43 Car crash

Peter thought that he was not that type of a guy. He was not a family guy. He had not planned to have a family or raise a kid. He had only his job before. However, now it was different. Claire was back into his life. She got pregnant and as strange as it seemed, she was pregnant from him. Even more strange – Peter believed her. She did not lie when she had told him about her pregnancy. She did not lie when she told him that he is the father. She was honest. Peter could tell that not only because of his ability. He just had to look her in her eyes and he was already sure.

The present for his birthday was something special for him. Claire had chosen this way to make him feel special. They had decorated baby's room together. Claire laughed through the whole time. She looked happy and Peter could not stop wondering about the change in her. She looked so mature now. There was nothing left from her childish and grumpy behavior. Now Claire looked like young woman soon to be mother. Her pregnancy made her even more beautiful in his eyes. Moreover, the fact that she was pregnant with his baby was like a dream come true.

Peter did not quit his job. Like he had told her, he could not change so easily. He was not sure that he would change at all. Now he was confused. The only sure thing in his life was Claire and his love for her. That was it.

They spent the holidays together. It was completely new experience for both of them. For Claire that was the first New Year spent with the man she loved. For Peter it was special just to be with her. That was his present and he enjoyed it.

One week after New Year, Claire was lying in his arms and his hand rubbed her stomach lazily. Peter heard her quiet laugh. She sounded happy.

'Why are you laughing?' He asked.

'I'm happy.' Claire answered and snuggled in him.

'Why are you happy?'

'You can read my mind Peter.' She giggled.

'I want to hear it.' He said, continuing with his moves.

'I'm with you.' Claire sighed and this time one light sarcastic smile appeared over his lips.

'You are happy that you are with one killer?'

'No.' Claire turned around to face him. 'I'm happy, because I'm with you.'

'Claire…'

'I'm happy, because I'm with the father of my child and I'm happy, because he loves us.'

'Are you sure?' Peter teased her, but Claire answered seriously.

'I am, Peter.' Her hand rested over the left side of his face. 'I'm sure.'

'You trust me?' His eyes studied her face.

'I trust you.' She said and he leaned to kiss her. The kiss deepened into something more and soon Peter hovered over her naked body. He was careful with her. He knew that he had to be gentle. However, when Claire arched her back towards him, he knew that she wanted something more.

He placed butterfly kisses down to her belly and then up to her neck. She rubbed her body against him Peter smiled knowingly. She wanted more. He turned her back against his chest and slid into her waiting body. Her hand grabbed the sheets and she moaned loudly when he moved inside of her. He was careful, but he gave her what she wanted. Claire keened in her climax and Peter followed her.

'Are you okay?' He asked her few minutes later, wrapping arm over her waist.

'Perfect.' Claire purred and he buried nose in her soft hair.

'We'll have to stop with this soon.' He said and she turned her head to look at him.

'Why?'

'Because you are pregnant.' He pointed the obvious.

'And?'

'And you're soon gonna be in your sixth month.'

'And I'm too fat for you.' She pouted.

'What?'

'I mean – look at me! I'm so ugly.'

'You've got to be kidding me!'

'I'm not kidding you.' She said, frowning. 'I'm telling the truth.'

'Claire, we won't have sex, but it's not because I don't like you.' Peter tried to explain and she turned around with face against him. 'It's not that. It's because after the seventh moth is dangerous for the baby.'

'Oh.' She blushed. 'I didn't know that.'

'Now you know.' He said and pulled her closer.

'So… I'm still attractive to you?' She asked and felt his quiet laugh.

'I think I just showed to you that you are very attractive to me.' Peter said and his hand rubbed her back. 'Sleep now.'

'I think I might. I have to wake up early tomorrow.' She yawned.

'Why?'

'I have to go and see my new classes.'

'You can take the car if you want.' He suggested.

'Okay. Good night.' Claire said and shifted more comfortable beside him.

'Good night.' Peter said and kissed the top of her hair. He smiled again and this time he realized that he had not smiled so much from a long time. Claire had made him smile again and he understood how long he had missed her. His Claire… 'I love you.' He whispered.

When he woke up on the next morning, Claire was already gone. She had left him one note over the pillow and Peter smiled again. It was simple.

'I love you.'

The sound of the phone pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at the Caller ID and frowned. It was Johnathan. That was not good. When he was on mission, Johnathan was not supposed to call him. Only Peter could.

'Yeah.' Peter answered.

'They found us.' Johnathan said and Peter sat on the beed.

'What?'

'They knew about us!' He repeated and Peter narrowed his eyes.

'So Laura's father…'

'No!' Johnathan said quickly. 'It's not him!'

'Why are you so sure?'

'Because… they tried to kill Laura!' Johnathan made short pause. 'I saved her, but…'

'I got to go!' Peter babbled and hung up the phone. He got off the bed and pulled on his clothes as fast as he could. Claire was in danger. They were exposed. That meant that their families were a target too.

Peter teleported to the entrance of the campus. He saw Claire walking out of the building and then she looked at him. He sighed with relief. She was okay. Just when she tried to cross over the street, all the Hell broke and loose. One car speeded up.

'No!' He screamed.

Everything happened too fast and Peter could not react on time. In the next moment, the car hit her and drove away. Claire was lying on the ground motionless. All people, standing close, gathered around her and Peter rushed to her, grabbing her in his arms and freezing the time. In the next moment, he was in the hospital, screaming for help.

Claire had taken from one medical team and pulled into the ER. Peter left outside and clenched his bloody fists. Somebody had to pay. Somebody would pay him well. If something happened with Claire and their child, Peter would not choose his target. He pulled out his phone and dialed Johnathan.

'Tell me what you know!' He snarled.