A/N: Wow, I'm SO sorry for the lack of updates for this, I guess I just
got caught up with other stories, but here you go. I hope that you enjoy
it and review it nonetheless. :)
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He lay there and rubbed her stomach gently. She was asleep, but he wasn't, he was just watching her sleep. He had to go back to work tomorrow, at least for the day. Vince was planning on having him fake an injury angle and then letting him have time off to spend with Stephanie before she had the baby. He was glad for that time off, he wanted to be with Stephanie every waking moment and it was becoming harder and harder to leave her behind.
Everyone had been pretty shocked, yet happy to hear that Stephanie had her memory back. She couldn't recall how many people had called and just wanted to talk to her because they knew she'd remember things. It was like she was taking a quiz and they'd just ask question after question about her past. She would just laugh it off and answer them.
He didn't want to go to sleep, he just wanted to stare at her. He could feel their baby moving around in her abdomen and he sighed happily thinking about their baby, which was going to be born in a couple of weeks. His anticipation was growing ever stronger as the time grew near. He wanted to hold his baby in his arms; he was so excited for it.
"Go to sleep," Stephanie mumbled, opening her eyes ever so slightly, just enough to see Chris.
"Nah."
She snuggled against him, "You'll miss your flight if you stay awake any longer."
"Good, maybe I will and then I can stay with you."
"You know you have to go," she pointed out to him, before closing her eyes, "Besides, it's only for a day."
"That's one day I'll be without you," he told her.
"Suck it up baby," she yawned, "And let the pregnant woman get some sleep."
"Sorry."
"It's ok, you just don't want a crabby lady with you all the time do you?"
"I even love you when you're crabby."
"Really? Oh man, you are a keeper!"
He laughed and scooted down on the bed to lie next to her. She sighed as the sleep came back to her and he closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep. He couldn't help but just want to stay up. He didn't know why he wanted to just be around her, other than the fact that he loved her. He just felt something inside of his that told him to just hold her right now. Eventually he found himself drifting off to sleep and was forced to succumb to sleep and let the morning come and take him away.
He slapped at the alarm the next morning, aware that he was alone in the bed. He sat up quickly and looked around, hoping he hadn't slept in late or anything. He looked at the clock and saw that he wasn't late at all, but needed to get up as soon as possible. He saw Stephanie walking out of the bathroom in her robe, which barely tied around her stomach as she brushed her teeth.
"Oh good, you're up," she mumbled as she went back into the bathroom to spit out the foam in her mouth and then rinse.
"What are you doing up so early?" Chris asked as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, "You don't have to get up."
"Yeah, I know that I don't have to get up, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. I just wanted to make sure that you got off ok."
"That's nice of you," he said, stripping down, "Would you mind making coffee for me?"
"Already did," she said, "I was up really early. The baby woke me up with all that moving around in there."
"Baby, stop waking up your Mommy," Chris called out with a laugh as he went into the shower.
"I'll be downstairs!"
Stephanie walked down the hall to Regan's room and opened the door slightly. The youngster was sleeping sprawled out in her bed, her arm hanging over the edge. Stephanie tiptoed quietly into the room and gently put Regan's arm back on the bed and then pulled the stray covers over her small body, not wanting to wake her up. When this was done, she went downstairs and stuck some bread into the toaster so Chris would have some breakfast before he left.
She sat at the table and took out a magazine that she had been reading. She propped her feet on the chair, seeing as how they were swollen most of the day anyways. Chris came down the stairs a little bit later, quickly kissing her in passing as he went to grab the toast and buttered it deftly as he poured a cup of coffee with the other hand.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright today?"
"I'm going to be fine," she answered, not looking up, "You're coming back tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, is anyone spending the night here with you and Regan?"
"No, but we should be alright, I won't do anything endangering anyone. Probably order a pizza or something for dinner, and then hit the sack early and that way the sooner you get home," she said, setting her magazine down on the table, "Does that sound too strenuous to you?"
"No, that sounds fine, you act as if I'm not allowed to even remotely worry about you," he said with disappointment.
"Now you know that's not true," she replied, "We'll miss you while you're gone."
"I'll miss you guys too," he said, "Don't make me feel any worse than I already do."
"Daddy!" Regan ran into the room and over to Chris, throwing her arms around his legs and holding on tightly. Chris laughed and patted her on the head.
"Morning Princess, Daddy has to go soon."
She frowned, "Why?"
"Because I have to go see Grandpa and then I have to go on the show and then I can come home and spend time with you guys."
"I don't like that," she told him.
He laughed, "Princess, its only one day, and then I get to spend a long time with you here."
"I still don't like it."
He kneeled down to her level, "Princess, please be a good girl for Mommy, because she's going to have your little brother or sister soon and we don't want her to have to chase you around so please can you just understand that Daddy has to go for the day?"
"Ok Daddy," she told him, giving him a little pout.
"Aww," he said with a smile and a kiss to her cheek, "Thank you Princess, this means a lot to me, you're such a big girl, you know that right."
She giggled and then ran over to her seat at the table, climbing in with a boost from Chris as she kneeled and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie smiled at her and got up off her chair to kiss Regan's head. She went to the pantry next and grabbed some cereal making it for the little girl, putting the bowl on the table and handing her a spoon.
"Ok my beautiful girls," Chris said as he finished his coffee, "I have to go now, but don't forget that I'm coming home tomorrow, and that I love both of you very much."
"Wow, how long did you rehearse that one for?" Stephanie asked.
"Thought it up in the shower," he joked, "Ok, I'll see you two tomorrow."
"Yes, you will," Stephanie said with a grin, "I love you."
"I love you too," he told her, "And I love you too Regan."
"Byebye Daddy," she told him, cereal falling out of her mouth. Stephanie grabbed a napkin and wiped Regan's mouth as she watched Chris grab a small bag and kiss them both goodbye, even bestowing a kiss to Stephanie's stomach.
Stephanie sat down with her own bowl of cereal and started eating. Her stomach was grumbling and she knew she had to eat something for the baby. She was no sooner eating than the doorbell rang. It was probably Shane or Marissa coming over to check on her. She went to the door and opened it up.
"Well hello Stephanie."
Stephanie took a step back, suddenly feeling an undulating fear creep up her spine and settling in the back of her throat. Trish was wearing a long black jacket, much like the one she wore in the ring, or at least used to wear in the ring. She was leaning against the doorframe, a smug, little sneer on her face.
"Go away," Stephanie said forcefully, closing the door. Unfortunately in her pregnant condition she didn't have as much strength and movement as this moment warranted. Trish pushed the door open with her foot and sent Stephanie staggering back.
"So we finally meet again bitch," Trish said as she stepped into the foyer and looked around, "Nice digs you got around here, I could do so much more with this than you have. But what can I expect, trash begets trash."
"The only trash around here is you," Stephanie spat out, "Now get the hell out of my house."
"No, I don't think I'm going to do that," Trish told her, "Not after what you did to me. Why couldn't you just stay dead?"
"Because I wasn't dead," Stephanie said, "It doesn't mess with me, neither can you. You don't scare me Trish."
"Good, wouldn't want that, not this soon anyways," Trish said, "See, I thought you were dead and I was going to use that to my advantage. Of course you just couldn't, could you? You didn't even have your fucking memory back and he still wanted you! He was supposed to want ME! I was supposed to marry him and get all of his money! But NO, you had to fucking come back, not even remembering shit and he couldn't care less! I spent the last couple of years trying to get him to want me, but it was always YOU! What the fuck do you have that I don't, huh Stephanie, tell me!"
"Class, intelligence, naturally good looks, a job, the list really goes on and on Trish," Stephanie said, "Oh, and I have Chris too, how's that for the kicker?"
"I should've slammed your head harder against the ground when I had the chance."
"What is your fucking problem Trish, why are you so intent on ruining my life?"
"Because you have everything I want! Don't you get that," Trish screamed, her eyes flashing almost insanely. Stephanie was trying to remain calm, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit frightened right now. Trish was very unstable and not afraid to be violent.
"That's not my fault."
"Oh, but it is," Trish said, "Everything bad that has happened to me has been your fault. I don't think that's fair, do you think that's fair Stephanie?"
"Trish, just get out of my house before I call the police."
"I doubt you'll be doing that."
Stephanie turned to walk over to the telephone in the living room, but Trish's leg cut off her path. She glared at Trish who just gave her a smile and a raised eyebrow. Stephanie couldn't just run, not with the ton of extra weight she was carrying around. Of all the times to be pregnant, she wished now that she had already had the baby so she could just run like a bat out of hell for the phone.
"Trish, I don't know why you're here, but just leave, you're not going to get anywhere by coming here. Even if you did want your job back, I couldn't get it for you, that has to go through different channels."
"That's not what I want," Trish told her, "My job, I can live without it, I'm a reasonable woman, I know when to save my money and when to spend it. See, what I want, what I really, REALLY want...well...I want to see you dead."
Stephanie stared at her and just shook her head in disgust. This display was doubly pathetic. Trish had gotten what was coming to her and she couldn't help that the ditz had fallen for everything that they had pulled on her. The little bitch just had what was coming to her, plain and simple.
"I want to see your lifeless body fall to the ground. Where you should've been years ago. I thought I buried you, but I see that its going to take a little more than that to get you in a pine box. I want to dance on your grave Stephanie, that's what I really, really want."
"Well too bad you can't do anything of the sort."
Trish just smiled and reached into her jacket. Stephanie watched her every move and then saw a gleam that she didn't want to see at all. Trish pulled out the gun and Stephanie's eyes widened. Now she was officially scared and not afraid to show it as she placed her hands against the wall.
"Now don't be scared," Trish said as she traced the barrel of the gun, "You shouldn't be so scared, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Trish, don't you even dare," Stephanie said, her voice wavering as she kept her eyes constantly on Trish's hand with the gun in it, "You don't know what kind of trouble you'd be in if you were to do anything to me."
"I'd be gone before anyone found you," Trish said as if it were obvious, "But don't worry Stephanie, I don't plan on killing you."
"Then what do you plan on doing?"
"You know, there's a Beatles song called 'Happiness is a Warm Gun,' and you know, I never believed that until now. And this gun is cold, now how can I change that?"
"Trish, what the hell are you planning on doing?"
"Well, you know, its funny, because I wanted to kill you, but then I thought, what would be even better than killing you, and I had an epiphany, poof, just like that," she said, waving the gun in the air, causing Stephanie to shiver in fright, "Making you hurt forever."
"What?"
Trish took her gunned hand and pointed it straight at Stephanie's head. Stephanie took a deep breath, expecting it all to be over within seconds. She gave up a silent prayer for Chris and Regan, who was probably still in the kitchen trying to shovel cereal in her mouth, or hopefully had run back upstairs or into the playroom, anywhere where she could be safe. She thanked God that she had been able to have a good life up until now and just hoped that somehow they could deliver her baby so they could live.
Then Trish moved the gun and Stephanie found that she was no longer staring at the barrel of a gun. Trish had moved it lower and now it was pressing against her swollen stomach. Stephanie gasped and shook her head in denial, Trish wouldn't, she couldn't do that, not in a million years.
"Hey Steph, have you heard your baby's heartbeat yet?"
"Trish, no," Stephanie begged, it was downright begging, shameless and full of desperation.
"Cause I'm hoping you have, because that would make this that much sweeter, you know, because it would be gone," Trish said, and Stephanie saw the full glint of her insanity in Trish's eyes.
"Trish, please, I'm begging you, please don't hurt my baby, I swear to God, you can have your job back, or money, however much you want, 100 million, 500 million, just please, PLEASE don't hurt my child," Stephanie was crying now, but she didn't care, as long as Trish didn't get to her.
"Oh Stephanie, this really is pathetic."
"Mama," Regan asked quietly as she walked in the foyer, still clad in her footy pajamas.
"Regan go back to your room and lock the door," Stephanie said insistently.
"No, no, no," Trish said, still having the gun pointed at Stephanie's stomach, "Hello there Regan, how are you?"
"You're the mean lady who tried to hurt Mama," Regan said accusingly.
"Aww, how sweet," Trish said, "Such a cute little girl. I would've been a good new Mommy for you."
"I love Mama," Regan said as she stood there. Stephanie wanted to rush over to her, but one false move and...she didn't even want to think about it.
"Wow Stephanie, she's adorable," Trish said, then moved the gun to face Regan, "Now would she be the better one to go?"
"Trish, for the love of God, please just leave. You can't hurt my babies, I swear, just please, I don't know what to do, just leave!"
"This is a dilemma, Regan or this little one, because I really don't want to kill you Stephanie."
"What kind of monster are you?" Stephanie sobbed, "Their innocent children!"
"YOUR innocent children," Trish said, "Your being the key word in all of this."
"Regan, run upstairs alright, just go upstairs!" Stephanie screamed.
Regan, startled, ran out of the room before Trish could do anything. Trish shook her head and turned angry eyes to Stephanie. Trish slapped her across the face, Stephanie's head forced to the side from the impact. Stephanie took it and then faced her again. Trish grabbed Stephanie by the hair and slammed her head back. Stephanie took it because better her getting the shit kicked out of her than Trish doing something to her children. Stephanie knew better than to struggle or try for the gun, because it could go off and hit her.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Trish said, "Letting your little girl run away, bad idea Steph, because you just sealed the fate of your other child."
"You won't hurt my baby, over my dead body."
"I guess that can be arranged."
Trish pointed the gun at her again.
~
He lay there and rubbed her stomach gently. She was asleep, but he wasn't, he was just watching her sleep. He had to go back to work tomorrow, at least for the day. Vince was planning on having him fake an injury angle and then letting him have time off to spend with Stephanie before she had the baby. He was glad for that time off, he wanted to be with Stephanie every waking moment and it was becoming harder and harder to leave her behind.
Everyone had been pretty shocked, yet happy to hear that Stephanie had her memory back. She couldn't recall how many people had called and just wanted to talk to her because they knew she'd remember things. It was like she was taking a quiz and they'd just ask question after question about her past. She would just laugh it off and answer them.
He didn't want to go to sleep, he just wanted to stare at her. He could feel their baby moving around in her abdomen and he sighed happily thinking about their baby, which was going to be born in a couple of weeks. His anticipation was growing ever stronger as the time grew near. He wanted to hold his baby in his arms; he was so excited for it.
"Go to sleep," Stephanie mumbled, opening her eyes ever so slightly, just enough to see Chris.
"Nah."
She snuggled against him, "You'll miss your flight if you stay awake any longer."
"Good, maybe I will and then I can stay with you."
"You know you have to go," she pointed out to him, before closing her eyes, "Besides, it's only for a day."
"That's one day I'll be without you," he told her.
"Suck it up baby," she yawned, "And let the pregnant woman get some sleep."
"Sorry."
"It's ok, you just don't want a crabby lady with you all the time do you?"
"I even love you when you're crabby."
"Really? Oh man, you are a keeper!"
He laughed and scooted down on the bed to lie next to her. She sighed as the sleep came back to her and he closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep. He couldn't help but just want to stay up. He didn't know why he wanted to just be around her, other than the fact that he loved her. He just felt something inside of his that told him to just hold her right now. Eventually he found himself drifting off to sleep and was forced to succumb to sleep and let the morning come and take him away.
He slapped at the alarm the next morning, aware that he was alone in the bed. He sat up quickly and looked around, hoping he hadn't slept in late or anything. He looked at the clock and saw that he wasn't late at all, but needed to get up as soon as possible. He saw Stephanie walking out of the bathroom in her robe, which barely tied around her stomach as she brushed her teeth.
"Oh good, you're up," she mumbled as she went back into the bathroom to spit out the foam in her mouth and then rinse.
"What are you doing up so early?" Chris asked as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, "You don't have to get up."
"Yeah, I know that I don't have to get up, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. I just wanted to make sure that you got off ok."
"That's nice of you," he said, stripping down, "Would you mind making coffee for me?"
"Already did," she said, "I was up really early. The baby woke me up with all that moving around in there."
"Baby, stop waking up your Mommy," Chris called out with a laugh as he went into the shower.
"I'll be downstairs!"
Stephanie walked down the hall to Regan's room and opened the door slightly. The youngster was sleeping sprawled out in her bed, her arm hanging over the edge. Stephanie tiptoed quietly into the room and gently put Regan's arm back on the bed and then pulled the stray covers over her small body, not wanting to wake her up. When this was done, she went downstairs and stuck some bread into the toaster so Chris would have some breakfast before he left.
She sat at the table and took out a magazine that she had been reading. She propped her feet on the chair, seeing as how they were swollen most of the day anyways. Chris came down the stairs a little bit later, quickly kissing her in passing as he went to grab the toast and buttered it deftly as he poured a cup of coffee with the other hand.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright today?"
"I'm going to be fine," she answered, not looking up, "You're coming back tomorrow right?"
"Yeah, is anyone spending the night here with you and Regan?"
"No, but we should be alright, I won't do anything endangering anyone. Probably order a pizza or something for dinner, and then hit the sack early and that way the sooner you get home," she said, setting her magazine down on the table, "Does that sound too strenuous to you?"
"No, that sounds fine, you act as if I'm not allowed to even remotely worry about you," he said with disappointment.
"Now you know that's not true," she replied, "We'll miss you while you're gone."
"I'll miss you guys too," he said, "Don't make me feel any worse than I already do."
"Daddy!" Regan ran into the room and over to Chris, throwing her arms around his legs and holding on tightly. Chris laughed and patted her on the head.
"Morning Princess, Daddy has to go soon."
She frowned, "Why?"
"Because I have to go see Grandpa and then I have to go on the show and then I can come home and spend time with you guys."
"I don't like that," she told him.
He laughed, "Princess, its only one day, and then I get to spend a long time with you here."
"I still don't like it."
He kneeled down to her level, "Princess, please be a good girl for Mommy, because she's going to have your little brother or sister soon and we don't want her to have to chase you around so please can you just understand that Daddy has to go for the day?"
"Ok Daddy," she told him, giving him a little pout.
"Aww," he said with a smile and a kiss to her cheek, "Thank you Princess, this means a lot to me, you're such a big girl, you know that right."
She giggled and then ran over to her seat at the table, climbing in with a boost from Chris as she kneeled and looked at Stephanie. Stephanie smiled at her and got up off her chair to kiss Regan's head. She went to the pantry next and grabbed some cereal making it for the little girl, putting the bowl on the table and handing her a spoon.
"Ok my beautiful girls," Chris said as he finished his coffee, "I have to go now, but don't forget that I'm coming home tomorrow, and that I love both of you very much."
"Wow, how long did you rehearse that one for?" Stephanie asked.
"Thought it up in the shower," he joked, "Ok, I'll see you two tomorrow."
"Yes, you will," Stephanie said with a grin, "I love you."
"I love you too," he told her, "And I love you too Regan."
"Byebye Daddy," she told him, cereal falling out of her mouth. Stephanie grabbed a napkin and wiped Regan's mouth as she watched Chris grab a small bag and kiss them both goodbye, even bestowing a kiss to Stephanie's stomach.
Stephanie sat down with her own bowl of cereal and started eating. Her stomach was grumbling and she knew she had to eat something for the baby. She was no sooner eating than the doorbell rang. It was probably Shane or Marissa coming over to check on her. She went to the door and opened it up.
"Well hello Stephanie."
Stephanie took a step back, suddenly feeling an undulating fear creep up her spine and settling in the back of her throat. Trish was wearing a long black jacket, much like the one she wore in the ring, or at least used to wear in the ring. She was leaning against the doorframe, a smug, little sneer on her face.
"Go away," Stephanie said forcefully, closing the door. Unfortunately in her pregnant condition she didn't have as much strength and movement as this moment warranted. Trish pushed the door open with her foot and sent Stephanie staggering back.
"So we finally meet again bitch," Trish said as she stepped into the foyer and looked around, "Nice digs you got around here, I could do so much more with this than you have. But what can I expect, trash begets trash."
"The only trash around here is you," Stephanie spat out, "Now get the hell out of my house."
"No, I don't think I'm going to do that," Trish told her, "Not after what you did to me. Why couldn't you just stay dead?"
"Because I wasn't dead," Stephanie said, "It doesn't mess with me, neither can you. You don't scare me Trish."
"Good, wouldn't want that, not this soon anyways," Trish said, "See, I thought you were dead and I was going to use that to my advantage. Of course you just couldn't, could you? You didn't even have your fucking memory back and he still wanted you! He was supposed to want ME! I was supposed to marry him and get all of his money! But NO, you had to fucking come back, not even remembering shit and he couldn't care less! I spent the last couple of years trying to get him to want me, but it was always YOU! What the fuck do you have that I don't, huh Stephanie, tell me!"
"Class, intelligence, naturally good looks, a job, the list really goes on and on Trish," Stephanie said, "Oh, and I have Chris too, how's that for the kicker?"
"I should've slammed your head harder against the ground when I had the chance."
"What is your fucking problem Trish, why are you so intent on ruining my life?"
"Because you have everything I want! Don't you get that," Trish screamed, her eyes flashing almost insanely. Stephanie was trying to remain calm, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit frightened right now. Trish was very unstable and not afraid to be violent.
"That's not my fault."
"Oh, but it is," Trish said, "Everything bad that has happened to me has been your fault. I don't think that's fair, do you think that's fair Stephanie?"
"Trish, just get out of my house before I call the police."
"I doubt you'll be doing that."
Stephanie turned to walk over to the telephone in the living room, but Trish's leg cut off her path. She glared at Trish who just gave her a smile and a raised eyebrow. Stephanie couldn't just run, not with the ton of extra weight she was carrying around. Of all the times to be pregnant, she wished now that she had already had the baby so she could just run like a bat out of hell for the phone.
"Trish, I don't know why you're here, but just leave, you're not going to get anywhere by coming here. Even if you did want your job back, I couldn't get it for you, that has to go through different channels."
"That's not what I want," Trish told her, "My job, I can live without it, I'm a reasonable woman, I know when to save my money and when to spend it. See, what I want, what I really, REALLY want...well...I want to see you dead."
Stephanie stared at her and just shook her head in disgust. This display was doubly pathetic. Trish had gotten what was coming to her and she couldn't help that the ditz had fallen for everything that they had pulled on her. The little bitch just had what was coming to her, plain and simple.
"I want to see your lifeless body fall to the ground. Where you should've been years ago. I thought I buried you, but I see that its going to take a little more than that to get you in a pine box. I want to dance on your grave Stephanie, that's what I really, really want."
"Well too bad you can't do anything of the sort."
Trish just smiled and reached into her jacket. Stephanie watched her every move and then saw a gleam that she didn't want to see at all. Trish pulled out the gun and Stephanie's eyes widened. Now she was officially scared and not afraid to show it as she placed her hands against the wall.
"Now don't be scared," Trish said as she traced the barrel of the gun, "You shouldn't be so scared, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Trish, don't you even dare," Stephanie said, her voice wavering as she kept her eyes constantly on Trish's hand with the gun in it, "You don't know what kind of trouble you'd be in if you were to do anything to me."
"I'd be gone before anyone found you," Trish said as if it were obvious, "But don't worry Stephanie, I don't plan on killing you."
"Then what do you plan on doing?"
"You know, there's a Beatles song called 'Happiness is a Warm Gun,' and you know, I never believed that until now. And this gun is cold, now how can I change that?"
"Trish, what the hell are you planning on doing?"
"Well, you know, its funny, because I wanted to kill you, but then I thought, what would be even better than killing you, and I had an epiphany, poof, just like that," she said, waving the gun in the air, causing Stephanie to shiver in fright, "Making you hurt forever."
"What?"
Trish took her gunned hand and pointed it straight at Stephanie's head. Stephanie took a deep breath, expecting it all to be over within seconds. She gave up a silent prayer for Chris and Regan, who was probably still in the kitchen trying to shovel cereal in her mouth, or hopefully had run back upstairs or into the playroom, anywhere where she could be safe. She thanked God that she had been able to have a good life up until now and just hoped that somehow they could deliver her baby so they could live.
Then Trish moved the gun and Stephanie found that she was no longer staring at the barrel of a gun. Trish had moved it lower and now it was pressing against her swollen stomach. Stephanie gasped and shook her head in denial, Trish wouldn't, she couldn't do that, not in a million years.
"Hey Steph, have you heard your baby's heartbeat yet?"
"Trish, no," Stephanie begged, it was downright begging, shameless and full of desperation.
"Cause I'm hoping you have, because that would make this that much sweeter, you know, because it would be gone," Trish said, and Stephanie saw the full glint of her insanity in Trish's eyes.
"Trish, please, I'm begging you, please don't hurt my baby, I swear to God, you can have your job back, or money, however much you want, 100 million, 500 million, just please, PLEASE don't hurt my child," Stephanie was crying now, but she didn't care, as long as Trish didn't get to her.
"Oh Stephanie, this really is pathetic."
"Mama," Regan asked quietly as she walked in the foyer, still clad in her footy pajamas.
"Regan go back to your room and lock the door," Stephanie said insistently.
"No, no, no," Trish said, still having the gun pointed at Stephanie's stomach, "Hello there Regan, how are you?"
"You're the mean lady who tried to hurt Mama," Regan said accusingly.
"Aww, how sweet," Trish said, "Such a cute little girl. I would've been a good new Mommy for you."
"I love Mama," Regan said as she stood there. Stephanie wanted to rush over to her, but one false move and...she didn't even want to think about it.
"Wow Stephanie, she's adorable," Trish said, then moved the gun to face Regan, "Now would she be the better one to go?"
"Trish, for the love of God, please just leave. You can't hurt my babies, I swear, just please, I don't know what to do, just leave!"
"This is a dilemma, Regan or this little one, because I really don't want to kill you Stephanie."
"What kind of monster are you?" Stephanie sobbed, "Their innocent children!"
"YOUR innocent children," Trish said, "Your being the key word in all of this."
"Regan, run upstairs alright, just go upstairs!" Stephanie screamed.
Regan, startled, ran out of the room before Trish could do anything. Trish shook her head and turned angry eyes to Stephanie. Trish slapped her across the face, Stephanie's head forced to the side from the impact. Stephanie took it and then faced her again. Trish grabbed Stephanie by the hair and slammed her head back. Stephanie took it because better her getting the shit kicked out of her than Trish doing something to her children. Stephanie knew better than to struggle or try for the gun, because it could go off and hit her.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Trish said, "Letting your little girl run away, bad idea Steph, because you just sealed the fate of your other child."
"You won't hurt my baby, over my dead body."
"I guess that can be arranged."
Trish pointed the gun at her again.