Author's Note:
Because y'all asked so nicely, here it is! Have a good weekend.

I spent the rest of the night in tears.

I have no idea when the tears and exhaustion pulled me under again, but when I woke up, I was in the bed.

He had changed me out of my clothes, and into one of his large t-shirts.

Based on the fact that it was still raining, and how dark it was I knew it was sometime in the middle of the night.

Meaning it was the perfect chance to make my escape.

I quickly slid out his grasp, and out of bed. Heading into the closet to pull on a pair of gray lounge pants, a black crop top, before stepping into my favorite pair of sneakers. Securing a gun I hid in the waist on the back of my pants.

As I crept out the bedroom door, I slowly made my way down the hall, pulling my trench coat on, and grabbing my bag before heading towards the elevator.

"Heading somewhere?" A voice suddenly cut through the silence, causing me to jump, before pulling out my gun, and clicking off the safety.

He was supposed to be asleep. Hie the hell did he get out here without me noticing?

"Woah, hey. Take it easy. It's just me." He said as turned the lamp on.

The soft glow of the light momentarily blinded me, as he made his way over to me.

I stood there shocked as he stopped in front of me, the gun pressing into his tattooed peck.

I shook my head in response, before clicking the safety back on.

"No? Well then, care to explain to me why you're out of bed, at two in the fucking morning?" He asked tensely.

I sighed, before slipping the gun in the back of my pants, before he led me towards his lounge room.

He waited for me to sit down before heading towards the mini bar and serving us both two tumblers.

I looked away from his back and set my eyes down on my lap.

"Either you talk or shoot. One way or another I need to fucking know what is going on. And don't say 'it's nothing' because I found this." He told me, giving me this reproachful look as he set down a tumbler in front of me along with a familiar object.

My eyes widened as I saw my leather brown bound journal.

How did he—?

"H-how did you find this?" I asked him, as I blinked away tears.

"I was looking for something, anything to give me a clue as to where you went." He explained as he offered me my drink.

I shook my head, reaching up to move a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You read it." I stated, unsurprised.

He nodded before taking a sip. "Why didn't you tell me you feel this way?" He asked me after a moment.

I sighed before standing up and heading to look out the window. "Because it wouldn't have made a difference. You said so the night we had our first date. After… what happened between us." I replied.

He sighed, "I'm sorry." He replied. "It's a lousy word to use, but I can't think of anything else to say in apology." He replied.

"Nothing. That's not what's bothering me. How dark, twisted, and perturbed my mind truly is isn't bothersome to me. I hardly care about that. I have bigger problems right now." I replied.

"Just how big of a problem are we talking about?" He asked.

A dry smile pulled on my lips. "Big. This problem won't ever go away. I'll have it with me for the rest of my life." I replied.

"I'm not sure I understand. What's going on, uccellino?" He asked as he got out of the couch, and made his way over to me.

I turned to look at him as he extended his hand to touch my upper arms lightly.

His expression gave me the strength to tell him what I needed to say.

"Edward, I'm pregnant." I finally told him.

He blinked in surprise, as his brow furrowed in confusion. "You— You're pregnant." He stuttered, as a slow, relieved smile spread across his face.

"You're the father." I added, before gasping as he picked me up and spun me around, causing me to squeak in surprise.

He spun me around twice before setting me down on my feet. "You don't know how relieved I am to hear this and not something else." He murmured as he grazed my lips with his own.

The room spun uncomfortablly as he did, causing me to groan.

"Shit! Sorry!" He said as he led me towards the settee, and laid me down. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck! I shouldn't have spun you like that. Are you okay?" He asked, as he looked at me up and down as if he could see any damage.

"It's fine, just get me some water, please." I said as I closed my eyes.

He rushed out of the room, and towards the kitchen before coming back with a chilled cup of water.

I groaned, as I slowly sat up, and took the glass from him. Taking a slow sip from the water slowly.

"Better?" He asked.

I groaned, before scowling at him, and jutting my head once in response.

"How far along are you?" He asked suddenly.

I stared at him in surprise before my eyes widened. "I don't know." I replied honestly.

He nodded, before pulling out his phone and sending a message to someone.

"Don't tell anyone about this, just yet. We need to get rid of Othonos and King." I told him holding up a hand to stop him from saying anything. "Before you start the overprotective shit, let me do this last thing. It'll be the last thing I do before leaving all this shit behind me." I promised him.

He looked at me, before sighing tiredly. "I'm not going to tell you what to do. I know you need to do this. But promise me— just promise me you'll be careful." He said.

I nodded in response, frowning down at my lap.

"So, what's the plan?" He asked.

My head snapped in his direction, surprise clear on my face. "You want to help?"

He nodded, "That bastard hurt you. I'm not about to let you get hurt again. Especially not now. You can do this, yes, but I'm helping you." He stated firmly.

I smirked, "Let's start planning." I told him.