1Over the next several months, Lisa remained at home during the day. Jackson was very afraid that she'd get hurt at work, so Lisa happily sat home eating weird food combos, watching A Baby Story, and Googling names.

Jackson came home one day to see Lisa, her stomach as round as a beach ball, sitting on the couch eating what appeared to be broccoli and peanut butter.

"Athena," Lisa said as he opened the door. He stared at her plate.

"What the hell are you eating?" he laughed.

"Broccoli and peanut butter," she said defensively as he kissed her on the cheek. "Try some!"

"Um...no," he replied, kissing her stomach. "Hello, Maddox or Lea."

"No," Lisa shook her head. "Changed my mind. I want Athena for a girl."

Jackson rolled his eyes and chuckled. She was so indecisive these days.

"Listen, honey, I need to go out tonight," he said gently, feeling the kicking in her stomach. "Business dinner."

"Okay," she said, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll have hotdogs."

"You hate hotdogs," Jackson frowned.

"They're great with peanut butter."

Jackson left at seven and Lisa collapsed on her bed, rubbing her stomach. Her father and mother had been overjoyed with the news, although her father was still disgruntled that the baby would be Jackson's. Cynthia had begged to be the godmother.

Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. Lisa groaned and got up to answer it.

"Hi, Jed," she said politely when she saw who it was, though her skin crawled. "Jackson's not here, I'm surprised you aren't with him, he had a business-"

Jed cut her off by stepping into the house. "Okay," Lisa said under her breath.

"Want something to drink?" she asked. He shook his head.

"What's up?" she asked, sinking into a dining room chair.

Jed looked at her, cold eyes flashing. Lisa shifted uncomfortably in her chair and checked the clock. Two hours until Jackson was due back.

"You haven't been coming in to work," he said coldly. "You should."

"Well, sorry, but as you can see, I haven't been feeling the best, and Jackson said it'd be best-" Jed cut her off.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson," he mocked her. "Jackson doesn't make the rules."

Lisa grew angry that she was being treated this way in her own home. "Listen, I think you should go," she said, imperiously standing up.

She knew she'd said the wrong thing when a fist collided with her face. She cried as as she landed on her back so to not hurt the baby. Jed stood over her and pulled out a knife.

"Bastard," Lisa tried to fight him but the extra fifty pounds held her back. He pinned her to the floor, knife at her throat. "I'm fucking pregnant, you're going to hurt my baby!" she screamed at him, kicking wherever she could. Jed held her down and looked in her face.

"Jackson's a stupid fucker," he told her maliciously as she started crying. "Always lets his feelings get in the way of tings. It's all...physical for me." He stared at her.

"What do you want?" she screamed.

He paused. "You." Lisa couldn't stop what happened next. She fought, old memories resurfacing in her brain. She closed her eyes and willed it to pass. But she couldn't. Jed finally left, holding up the knife pointedly. Lisa locked the door and stumbled to bed, her brain foggy. She didn't, couldn't, even look at Jackson when he came home.

The next day, Lisa had her bi-weekly checkup at her doctors. She was slightly more pekid that day and still couldn't face Jackson as he drove her downtown.

"Leese," he said, worry crowding his features. "You all right?"

"I'm fine," she whispered. "I just-don't feel well." They finally pulled up to the office and walked in.

The doctor did his usual procedures and his face grew more grim with every one. Finally, he took Jackson in hall. They returned a moment later and Lisa knew by the look on Jackson's face what had happened.

"It's gone, Leese," he whispered. "It's gone."