Alex ran to the phone and quickly punched in the number for Hillary's cell phone. He stood, grinding his teeth and staring at the dolls that sat on the table. Come on! Pick up!

Meanwhile. . .

"So you have got to tell me about this new boyfriend of yours." Lara said, taking a sip of her café latte.

"What do you want to know about him?" Her companion asked.

"How is he in bed?"

Gwenavere laughed. "You have gotten much more blatant in your old age, Lara."

"Come on, Gwenavere. Remember the time you called me in the middle of the night crying because your date had suddenly gotten all nervous and ran out on you and you thought it was because he didn't find you attractive enough? It would be nice to know if there were any improvements in that department."

"Yes, tons of improvement." Gwenavere smiled, winking at Lara.

Hillary held the newspaper up, blocking his face from the two women. Being locked in a room with two flesh eating mummies would be a walk in the park compared to listen to two women discussing their sex lives! Hillary thought.

"Are you and Alex still able to maintain sexual relations?" Gwenavere asked.

"Bearly, but we have found some ways to get around that." Lara smirked. "And I can orgasm so much quicker since I got pregnant."

What ever I did to deserve this, I'm sorry. Hillary thought.

Suddenly, Hillary cell phone rang. He jumped and put the newspaper down, glad for the distraction. "If you'll excuse me ladies, I'll be right back." Hillary said, getting up from the table in the small restaurant.

"Certainly, Hillary." Gwenavere said.

Hillary walked outside before gratefully retrieving his cell phone and hitting the 'talk' button.

"Hello?" Hillary asked.

"Hillary? This is Alex. Is Lara alright?"

"Alex, you sound worried, what's wrong?"

"Is Lara alright!?" Alex demanded.

"Yes, she's fine. And very talkative." Hillary added. "What is the matter, Alex?"

"Look, I just got a package from some sicko with two mutilated dolls and our names written on them."

Hillary went white. "Oh no. . . Alex, last night I received a phone call that threatened you and Lara. I just thought it was a prank call or something."

"What?! Dear God, it looks like we have a stalker."

"You had better call the police. Should I inform Lara?"

"Hell no! Not after her doctor bitched to me for over an hour about how I should make sure Lara doesn't have to worry about anything and has no stress on her. Look, I'll handle it. Can you keep Lara and Gwen occupied for another hour or two?"

"I do believe the two can keep themselves occupied. They have yet to run out of things to talk about." Hillary muttered.

"Great. Thanks Hillary, see you later."

"Good-bye Alex."

Hillary hung up and slid the small cellular phone into his jacket pocket. He gazed back into the restaurant where Lara and Gwenavere sat still carrying on an animated conversation. He sighed and slid back through the door to the restaurant.

***

Alex stepped into the room. The nursery? It had to be. The room was painted violet with large pink ducks all over the room. Alex walked over to the large white crib that was in the middle of the room. The crib was empty. Alex looked around, pulling the soft white blankets from the wooden frame. Suddenly, noticed that there was something on the bottom of the crib.

Blood. Thick, fresh blood. Alex threw the blankets back into the crib. He ran from the nursery.

"Lara!" He called, looking over the stairs and the bottom floor. He didn't see her. "Lara! Where are you?!" He ran into their bedroom. He stopped and froze when he saw the blood on the floor. There was a trail of blood leading into the bathroom. Alex stepped slowly into the bathroom.

Lara was laying by the sink, her face had been slashed, some blood had dried to her face while more was oozing from her open wounds. "NO!!!!" Alex howled. He picked Lara up, cradling her against him. "NO! LARA!!!!!" He screamed. He pulled back, then he realized that she was a doll. She was the doll that had been sent to him. "Lara?" Alex asked. "Lara?"

"Alex!" When Alex awoke Lara was shaking him insistently by his shoulders. "Alex, what is wrong?" Lara asked.

"Huh?" Alex sat up and looked around. He was back in the bedroom, the clock on the nightstand read two in the morning. He turned back to Lara. There was no blood, no torn fabric on her pale blue night gown. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"Oh God. . ." He murmured, resting his hand on her stomach.

"Alex, are you alright?" Lara asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." Alex said. He held her against him and kissed her forehead. He knew that he should tell Lara about the threats, but he didn't want to scare her.

"Alex, what were you dreaming about?" Lara asked.

"Nothing, Lara, nothing. It's over now, let's just go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep, Alex." Lara said.

"Why not?" Had she found out about the calls and the package?

"It's hard to sleep when you have another human being inside of you. Not to mention that I feel like a cow."

"Come on, Lara." Alex said, messaging her back. "You look adorable pregnant."

"I don't feel so adorable." Lara said.

"Well, it's just two more months. Then we'll have our own little one to look after."

"Did we ever decide what we were going to name her?"

"No, I don't think so. If I remember correctly we had a fight then we had to make up and by then we were too tired to do anything but sleep."

"Hmm, I think we fought because you wanted to name her 'Tiffany'."

"What's wrong with 'Tiffany'?"

"Nothing, but I don't want my daughter growing up to be a fluffy little waif. And with all the pink you've been showing me I think she might."

"Alright, alright. You win. No Tiffanies, no pink."

"Deal."

"How about 'Dusty Rose'?"