Chapter 44

My knees give way, and I feel myself sink to the floor; I don't make it as Dean catches me. It would've been a safe and caring gesture if not for the fact that he squeezed me, my stomach and womb.. I feel my face contort in pain.

"What's going on baby girl?" With that loving endearment, I break. I sob into his chest and give in to the overwhelming and dominating need to reduce to tears.

I hear Dean make arrangements as he folds me into his arms and carries me upstairs and into bed.

I refuse to talk, and lay there in my cell of self misery.

I spend the entire day with Dean; just us, never ending tears cascading down my sore face.

I would've stayed there but another giant, scream inducing pain convulses through my stomach and I lurch off the bed and onto my knees on the floor, crying out loud.

"Lizzie!" He shouts, coming round to look into my eyes.

"Dean, make it stop!" I whimper-sob, "please!"

With that, I feel warmth soak my leg, and begin to