Time slipped past. Soon Olivia found herself nearly 5 months pregnant. Their daughter (now definitely confirmed as a girl) had started kicking hard and they both felt incredibly happy. They'd begun decorating the spare room for a nursery, but with so much work it was slow going.
On Monday morning Olivia was ready to go to work when there was a knock on their apartment door. With a sigh she answered it. She wasn't expecting the visitor who was there. Elliot Stabler. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Why the hell are you still pregnant by that tosser?" he asked, thunder on his face.
"I don't want to argue about this".. Either go away or I will call for help," Olivia said firmly. He forced his way in. Not very far, and they stood in the hallway staring at each other. "I am pregnant because I'm married the love of my life and my one true love who is also the father of my child".
"Yes, I remember," he said. "you need to leave him and get rid of that baby so I can get you pregnant with your one true baby."
"I have no intention of murdering my child just like I have absolutely no intention of leaving my husband ever in a million years," she said. "If that's all you came to say I'd like you to leave."
"You're not getting rid of my that easily," he said firmly.
"Leave."
"You stupid bitch," he said, his voice low and venomous. "If you'd just get rid of them both then everything would be perfect."
"For you," she said, her eyes glaring at him. Crack! Olivia's head snapped back as he had just slapped her face hard. "Get out!" she shouted, her face smarting. He didn't. Instead he punched her stomach. Olivia felt herself collapse on the floor as he attacked her. And it wasn't just one punch either. He wasn't stopping and Olivia felt fear grip her. She curled protectively around her stomach and just waited for the onslaught to end.
To Be Continued
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