So sorry for the lack of updates over the weekend! I had guests over and things were just hectic D: Updates maybe sporadic for a little while as I have a lot of coursework to do D: Please bare with me! I will try to post a chapter a day.

We were all sat around the table having a laugh, looking at the pictures of their latest holiday to the Caribbean. Dad and Brooke looked so happy together it was just heart-warming or maybe that was heart burn. Vincent handed back the pictures and smiled at me taking my hand.
"We actually have something we would like to show you is well" I pulled my hand away gently and leant down to pick my bag up, with shaky hands I took the scan pictures out and handed them over to dad and Brooke. I felt sick with nerves as I watched dad give me a quizzical look, he opened up the card and sure enough both Brooke and Dad beamed.
"Well this is something Cat….Congratulations to the both of you" I let out a huge sigh of relief as I felt a huge weight had been lifted, the rest of the lunch was all baby talk. Vincent was thriving; it was a joy to see him so happy and relaxed. Not having to see him look over his shoulder every few minutes. He could just be him, all handsome and charming; we all went back to my dad after for a drink and a chat. It felt like forever since I had spent some time with dad, we sat in the living room laughing, sharing plans.
"So Cat are you going to be moving to somewhere bigger with a little one on the way?" Brooke tutted

"Where you living now is just fine, ignore him Hun!"
"Well there is more than enough room in the apartment at the moment, maybe when their older we might buy a house with a nice big garden." I shrugged my shoulders before taking a sip of water.
"I suppose that's sensible enough….That Evan bloke was in the news today…"
The room fell silent; Vincent was the first one to break it.
"Oh yeah, how come?"
"His appeal for a trial was accepted. Someone posted bail…." The room went into a stunned silence.

"So he's out and about….." Vincent sighed shaking his head.

I still had so many questions I wanted to ask him, as to why and how he re-created my mothers work. Vincent changed the subject and I was left to my thoughts, I wondered if I would be able to see him.

It was ten o'clock when we left the journey home was a weird one. I was still deep in thought as to whether or not I should go and see Evan; I figured that he must be somewhat sane again, as he wouldn't have been able to continue the beasting process. From what Vincent told me it took about 6 months to reach the final stage. The journey home was a stage one, there was something bothering Vincent but I couldn't tell what it was; I decided to bite the bullet.
"Vincent….What's wrong?" I placed a hand on his shoulder

"I think you should take early maternity leave…"
"Errr….What?!" Vincent sighed as I removed my hand from his shoulder.
"I just think with Evan now on the outside you shouldn't be at work. He can easily get to you when you're out on the beat. Your pregnant Cat, try and see it from my point of view." I stared at him exasperated

"Vincent I'm just pregnant not disabled!" Then I realized this had something to do with a certain topic that was mentioned earlier.

"This is to do with Evan isn't it?" I scoffed and looked out the side window feeling pretty angry, but in a weird way like something was boiling within me.

"I don't want to be worrying about you all the time if you were to just stay in the apartment…

"Stay in the apartment all day every day for the next 6 months I am not a caged bird Vincent!"

I noticed a Swiss army knife in the tray next to Vincent.

Then this anger suddenly boiled over.

I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that scared me and was horrific. This overwhelming feeling was the need to kill, it was consuming and it felt as though it was suffocating me. I shut my eyes and hoped I could shake it I tried to slow my breathing and calm myself down.

I was then gripped by this horrific pain in my stomach. It felt like a hot fiery knife was being circled over and over again inside of me. My hands flew to my stomach as I doubled over in the pain. I let out a cry of pain.

"Cat...CAT!" Vincent kept glancing over at me as he tried to find somewhere to park the car. We eventually found a siding and Vincent dashed out of the car and round to my side. The pain was beginning to subside now it wasn't as intense. I slowly sat back up panting, Vincent was rubbing my back telling me to breathe, I tried to pay attention but I just couldn't stay focused. What was happening to me?! What was happening to our baby?

"Vincent you need to get me to a hospital."

"Cat what even happened?!" I shook my head and I began to cry, I was in shock. The feeling I had was so intense, I had the sudden desire to kill Vincent to grab the Swiss Army knife and stab into his heart. I felt the sickness rise within me; I undid my seat belt quickly; pushing Vincent aside as I made a dash for the grassy verge. I had to brace myself on the railing. Vincent came an stood by my side and held me up, he pulled my hair back and tried to soothe me.

When I had finished he picked me up and took me over to the car putting me back in my seat doing my seat belt up. He knelt down by the car door taking my trembling hand in his own shaky hand.

"Cat, listen to me. No matter what happens if we lose the baby or not. I love you regardless. We can always try again. It's not your fault it's just one of those things." He kissed my hand gently before shutting the door and running round to the driver's side.

We came back from the hospital early in the morning, they had run test after test. Scan after scan. They managed to pick up a complication which was a game changer. Placenta previa, I could bleed out during birth or at any time. They couldn't understand how it hadn't been picked up in the scan earlier today, it made me all the more sure that the sudden attack I had was what caused it. They had kept me in overnight to monitor if I had same attack again. The doctors said the pain I described didn't match that of the complication. In fact matched nothing they had heard off. I walked through the apartment door exhausted, and mentally drained. Vincent had been given the day off to look after me; he helped me take my coat off before carrying me to bed. He pulled the covers back and laid me down taking my shoes off. He gently tucked me in before lying beside me pushing my hair back.

"We need to talk about what to do..."

"Vincent I'm not having a termination"

"Cat you could die...I rather we try again then watch you die..."

I was beginning to get angry again

"They said I could not that I would Vincent... It's not…. oh god"

It boiled up even quicker than before. The pain had started again. It was just like before the thoughts were beginning to start again. Keep breathing just keep breathing. I scrunched myself up into a ball clutching my stomach; Vincent was trying to get me to talk to him, pulling my face up from my chest. I did the deep breathing the doctors had recommended to try and ease the pain; it helped a little I will admit. The thoughts were still there though, I kept my eyes closed and tried to think about something else. I was blocking out the sound of Vincent's voice as it wasn't really helping, it was distracting me. He tried to pull me close and help, but I lost it for some reason. I let out a roar, this wasn't any roar though.

It sounded like the roar of the beast.

Please review. Sorry for the lack of updates guys! I will try and get back on track. It will be a week tomorrow since I started uploading, so I will try and make it extra special. Also watch out! Evans on the prowl...