After driving for what seemed like hours. I sat back, thinking of my family. What was I going to do now that I was getting out of the country? I couldn't just up and run. We were driving straight to Mexico. And I couldn't run away in Mexico. I didn't know anybody, or anything for that matter.

I must have fallen asleep on accident, for Garrirson was on my side of the car trying to pick me up without shaking me much. I moaned, my body stiff. He tucked me into bed, taking off my shoes. He kissed my forehead, and got in next to me.

The next morning, I woke up in a bed unfamiliar, but very comfortable. I studied the room, it had sky lights, which made the room brighter. There weren't any windows. The bed had a canopy over the top, keeping unwanted light off the occupant. There were three doors. I looked over at Garrison to see him in a deep sleep. I scooted over, making as little movements as possible. When I got out, I opened one door to find a large room that was to be the closet. I walked to the one next to that, a bathroom. I walked to the other side of the room to find a hallway. Ceiling windows lined it, bringing in more natural light.

I crept down the hall, there were no doors, only a stair case. I stepped softly down the stairs onto the landing. The floor was hardwood, and the living room, dining room, and kitchen were all open. With no walls, one door was open by the living room, I could see it was a weight room.

Like the windows at the other house, they were only located near the top by the ceiling. A big front door stood in front of me

"Well, I'm glad you got to explore the place. What do you think?" A voice said behind me. I shook my head.

"It's great." He came up to me. Grabbing me by the waist, giving me a deep kiss.

The rest of the day consisted of us basically moving everything into their designated spots. We were now sharing a closet. And I put the bag in my underwear/sock drawer. Afterwards, we sat in the living room, until I finally said I wanted to go to bed.

I crawled in, letting out a sigh. I was very tired. Garrison laid next to me. I rolled over so we were facing each other. We laid in silence for a few moments. He couldn't keep his hands off of me. He kept rubbing my back, then leaned forward. A heated make-out proceeded.

I was swept away, not thinking about what I was doing, just letting my body go. I then was shaken out of my heaven when the night air hit my stomach and chest. He made his way down, pulling me back into bliss. I let myself go that night. Putting down the protective shield I had been wearing since my kidnapping.

I awoke with a bare form next to me. A hand was playing with my hair. I tried moving, but my body somewhat hurt. Last night's images flooded my mind, and I blushed brightly. I looked up in Garrison's face, to see him watching me with cheerful but weary eyes.

"Good morning." My face still red.

"Hi." My throat was rather dry. I wonder why??

"How are you feeling?" I saw the double meaning in the question.

"Tired and soar, but happy." I said merrily. I just had sex with my captor, how was I supposed to feel? His face broke into a smile.

"Excellent." He rolled us over until he was on top, again. I found that if I gave way to the feelings he was evoking in me, it was easier to not feel guilty or disgusted.

We got in a routine, in the morning we would stay in bed until early afternoon. Then I would go take a shower while he made brunch. After we ate he would take a shower, then we would lounge on the couch, I would read while he would go workout.

We would go make dinner together, eat, then maybe watch a movie, I didn't watch much T.V. because it was all in Spanish. By ten or so, we would go to bed. But wouldn't fall asleep until around one or so. And the schedule would repeat itself.

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It was now our official one year anniversary. And I had something special planned. I went to the bathroom with the bag in tow. I decided on green and blue lace. I remembered Garrison saying how good I looked in the two colors. I pulled the rob on, and walked out of the bathroom, swaying my hips a bit.

The morning after, I had the sudden urge to puke. I ran into the bathroom, emptying my stomach. He came in, pulling my hair out of the way, and rubbing my back soothingly. I didn't eat much the rest of the day, for I was afraid I might throw up again.

The next morning, was the same thing. But this time, I had my suspicions. By the third morning, I forced Garrison to go get me a pregnancy test. While he was gone, I paced back and forth almost in tears. What the HELL was I thinking? What if I am pregnant? I didn't want to bring a child in the world, in this kind of environment. But I couldn't get rid of it.

I was about ready to jump out of my skin by the time Garrison got back. I ran to the bathroom and waited. When it started turning pink, I screamed. Garrison came in, and looked at it then smiled!

"This is excellent," he said picking me up, hugging me. I was still in shock. Nausea rolled over me again. I was pregnant?

Garrison was happy and in a better mood than I had ever seen him. The morning sickness finally stopped by the second month. We moved back to the old house by month three.

I began eating again. I craved mostly ice-cream. I decided, although pregnancy hadn't been in my plan of breaking free, there was nothing I could do now. So why not enjoy it? By the second trimester, my baby bump began to show. At night, Garrison would rub my stomach, I then made him rub lotion to make sure my stomach didn't get stretch marks.

"I have something important to tell you, Chris and Hazel have cleaned up our house. And Hazel went to the expense of making our house baby proof. Not only that, but you have a doctor's appointment with a guy I went to school with willing to do it free of charge." My eyebrows raised. He came and sat down next to me.

"How did you manage that?'

"Pulled a few strings. I have connections to many people."

"So, our baby is going to be born in America?"

"Yes it is. We need to think of some names."

"We do."

"I was thinking Nathaniel if it is a boy. And Camille if it's a girl."

"I was thinking more of Ethan and Candace."

"Well, we'll find out soon. We're leaving next week. I can't wait."

"Me either."

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"I'll carry this." I said as I grabbed a bag of clothes.

"No, I'll carry it all. I don't want you to strain yourself."

"I'm not going to 'strain' myself. Give me a bag before I strangle you, look you can't even make it out the door. Hand over a bag." He set everything down.

"How am I supposed to get everything together if you keep yelling at me. I don't want you caring anything heavy."

"O.K., give me a lighter bag. That has socks or something. I want to help."

"Fine." He gave me a bag that had mine and his underwear in it.

"Thank you." I grabbed the bag, held my head high. And walked past him, putting the bag in the car.

We got to the house around one in the morning. I had fallen asleep, once again, when we got to the American border. Garrison carried me to bed. I began to smile a bit.

The next morning, we were awoken to the door bell ringing. I went to the bathroom, and pulled on a robe. Garrison had already answered the door in shorts. I brought a shirt down with me. There stood Chris and Hazel in the living room.