Harley's p.o.v
Sensing or believing that I would be okay, Ivy exited the bedroom. Experiencing painful cramps, I kept on tossing and turning in bed. My constant movement disturbed Mister J who was sleeping beside me. "Lay still and quiet or else" cranky, he warned me. I shoved him on accident and this was the final straw for him. He beat the dead fetus out of my body. He hated me for losing our baby. When my tears and bloodshed wasn't enough for him then I knew I messed up big time.
