Owned by Him (Editing)

Whose is it?

TW- Guns mentioned.

Another three months passed by, and I had finally gained a little weight. A little more than I would have liked actually, especially around my stomach. The vomiting, however, had continued and by the way Coleson and Phoenix were behaving around me, I had a feeling it was something that they and I should be concerned about. It was in the late afternoon of an evening in October that I finally asked to speak with the both of them about what was going on and why they were behaving more peculiar than usual.

We sat down in the living room, the coal fire ablaze, and I nervously asked Coleson what was wrong with me.

He looked down at a small pharmaceutical bag in his hands before passing it to me.

When I looked inside, my heart dropped.

I looked up at Phoenix. He was staring at me with the same fear I had suddenly been consumed by.

"You... you think I'm pregnant?"

I tried to steady my lip from quivering, but it seemed impossible.

Phoenix hurried to my side and pulled me into a warm hug. Though, on that occasion, the embrace didn't calm my nerves as it usually did.

"I think you are, sweetheart. I've been monitoring the times when you vomit. It's always in the morning and right after you eat or smell bananas." Coleson explained, taking my right hand into his.

"My mum couldn't stand bananas when she was carrying me. She still can't cope with the smell without retching." I murmured, staring deeply into the flames of the fire.

I pulled away from Phoenix and hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Phoenix followed close behind, but he knew I needed the moment to myself, and so he waited outside the door, not saying a word but letting me know that he was there when I needed him.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my trembling hands gripping the sink so firmly that my already pale skin somehow paled some more. I took three deep breaths to try and regain some composure amongst my nerves. I then sat myself on the toilet and peed on the stick that would soon tell me if life was about to become a whole lot more dangerous.

The three minutes felt like a lifetime. My heart was thudding against my chest as though it had every intention of bursting out of it. I closed my eyes as I waited. The anxiety of how I would keep the little one safe from the psychopath that was hunting me was almost too much to cope with. I was seconds away from passing out when there they were. Two strong, pink lines.

I opened the door to a worried-looking Phoenix. From the tears rolling down my cheeks, he knew.
"Come here, little darlin. It will be alright, I promise." He whispered, gathering me up into his arms. It was as I snuggled my face into the crook of Phoenix's neck that I let out a gut-wrenching wail.

We returned to the living room where Coleson was sitting looking at his phone.

"It's positive, isn't it?" He asked glumly.

I kept myself tucked against Phoenix. I didn't want this. I didn't know how to face it.

"He can't find out." Phoenix stated protectively.

"Especially when it might not be his." I mumbled.

If the baby was Phoenix's, the terror I felt was more than warranted. Jordan wouldn't think twice about harming a baby that wasn't his own.

"Oh, Lord love a duck, it might be yours Phoenix!" Coleson exclaimed, looking a combination of pride and fear. I must admit that despite the seriousness of the whole situation, that first part of Coleson's comment did make me laugh out loud. He could be so quirky and random at times. I loved that about him.