'Did you hear me Paul?' Samantha asked. He hadn't moved, even blinked since she'd blurted out the truth.

'You're pregnant?'

She nodded.

'How? When?'

'I'm three months gone with our daughter' She smiled, hoping to get one out of Paul too.

'But I'm always careful'

'It happens'

'Well it doesn't happen to me!' Paul got up abruptly and paced the kitchen. ' It's you! You've done this! You don't want me to be successful! You want me to be the househusband who stays home with the kids while you go off to work...'

'That's not it Paul! I didn't plan this! She was a surprise to me too'

'I don't believe you. I thought you... used stuff too'

'I do'

'Well, you can't be honey' He snapped sarcastically.

'Paul! I'm always careful, the condom must have broke or something'

'Don't lie to me!'

'I'm not lying!' Samantha got up from her seat

'I didn't do this! It's you!' He moved closer to his wife. 'You don't want me to be a successful doctor, do you? ADMIT IT!'

'Paul, calm down, you're scaring me'

'Don't tell me what to do, bitch' He slapped Samantha. She fell to the floor, not before hitting her head on decorated table.

She was shocked.

She held her head as she edged herself away from her maniacal husband. Samantha couldn't believe it. Her husband, father of her daughter just hit her. She always vowed that if anyone hit her, she'd be out of the door as fast as she could run. He's just shocked; she tried to reason with herself.

'Get up!' He shouted.

Samantha turned her head away.

'GET UP!' He repeated, louder.

She looked into his eyes, hoping he'd see how scared and hurt she was. But it wasn't the Paul she loved looking back at her.

'Don't ignore me!' Paul kicked. His sneakers connected with Samantha's stomach.

'Nooo!' She shouted. 'Don't hurt my baby!' He kicked again.

The pain Samantha was experiencing was over whelming. Emotionally and physically.

Paul sweeped everything off the table. All her hard work was strewn upside down across the floor. A knife slid its way towards her.

She reached out.

Tears filled her eyes and rolled own her cheeks as she rose from her foetal position on the tiled floor. With one hand cupping her stomach she held the knife towards Paul.

'Oh, so you're KILL me now?'

'If I need to, and don't think I wont' She replied.

Samantha was shocked at how calm and in control her voice sounded. It was tinged with fear and sadness, but there was no doubt that she wasn't being serious. She edged her way around the table, still aiming the knife at her soon-to-be VERY ex-husband.

With large, slow steps, she made it to the door. Her back was against it as reached for the handle.

'You don't know what you've done' the door popped open and Samantha was gone.

All she wanted to do was crumple to floor, but she had to get to the hospital to save her baby. A few neighbours were standing in the hall, drawn to the commotion.

'Help me' Samantha pleaded. They ran to her and helped her to the hospital.