AN: Sorry guys, I can only post one chapter today. I have been really busy and I didnt get to write today so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for my 5+ chapters. -Danielle

Ch. 21

Away from here

"No, no way in hell. He is my son." Babe said firmly.

"Come on Babe, let's be fair." Paul said.

"Fair, what the hell are you talking about? This is my son, not yours. You and Amanda are gonna what, raise my son? Be a happy family? If you think I'll let you go that you're crazier than she is!" Babe yelled.

Amanda stepped forward menacingly but Paul held her back, "You wanted to have a happily family with someone else's kid, so what's so wrong with this?" Paul asked.

"Because I didn't take that child willingly, and when I found out it was too late! I didn't want to hurt anyone." Babe said.

"No, only your best friend and her family." Amanda added.

"That is not what I wanted to do." Babe told her.

"I don't really care what you wanted to do or didn't want to, times running out." Paul said impatiently.

Babe looked around, and shut her eyes, knowing what she had to do. "Take me instead."

Paul and Amanda both stopped and looked at her.

"What?" Paul asked.

"No way!" Amanda said.

"Listen OK, just leave him here. You can get me to pay directly. Isn't that what you wanted?" Babe bargained.

Paul stopped and rubbed his forehead, thinking. Amanda walked up to him and said, "No way. We don't want her. We want a child."

Paul looked down at Amanda, and then over to Babe, "OK."

Babe sighed in relief, and Amanda gave Paul a dirty look.

"Let's go." Paul said to both Amanda and Babe.

He set Little A on the couch and Amanda walked out the front door, and Paul grabbed Babe by the arm and led her out as she looked at her son for what seemed like the last time.

"You can't just leave him there on the couch like that!" Babe cried.

"One of your servants will be here soon, shut up." Paul advised.

"Wait, can't I at least get a coat?" Babe asked.

Paul thought for a moment, and said, "Where is it?"

"Upstairs. I'll just be a minute." Babe said.

"I don't think so, I'm coming with you." Paul told her.

Babe nodded, and they quickly walked up the steps and into her room. She grabbed her black coat and turned and looked at Paul.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"God, you are so needy. Go!" He snarled.

Babe nodded and ran into the bathroom with her coat. She hurried and turned on the water, and glanced at the door. She saw Paul's feet and she knew he was listening through the door. She looked at the doorknob and saw there was no lock.

She pulled out her cell phone and sent a text message to JR.

She finally shut off the water and flushed the toilet and walked out.

"It's about time, now we have to go." He grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Babe asked.

"Somewhere. Away from here." Paul answered, and after they had gone down the steps her pushed her out the front door and slammed it behind him.

He made her get into the backseat of his truck, and he started the car and he pulled out. Babe looked at the house and felt the tears come, but she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't let Paul make her cry.

As soon as Paul's truck pulled out of the driveway and turned down the street, JR pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He heard a familiar noise from his cell phone and pulled it out, and saw he had a text message. It was from Babe. He looked at it, and dropped the phone and ran inside.

Paul's here. Little A. Help.