Him and I

Chapter 14 - At Least He Knows

T/W Abuse to Pregnant Woman

It's been a few more weeks since I told Amelie the news that I had slept with one third of The Shield and ended up pregnant with his baby. As for Ambrose himself, nothing. It seems that all he wanted was to get into my pants and once that was completed he wanted nothing more to do with me. I wish I could say that it didn't bother me, but it did. It bothered and hurt me deeply, I felt something for Ambrose. He embedded himself in my heart, my head, my soul and I wanted him more than I ever wanted him before but he was gone.

I was sitting behind my desk in my office, I had lost six patients all together and I was determined not to lose anymore. If I did, I would lose my practice all together and be a complete failure for this baby and myself and that was something I could never do. I had to show them that I was a strong independent woman and no matter what life throws at you, you don't give up.

I heard a soft knock on my door; I didn't have an appointment for another few hours so it must have been a delivery or something. Sighing I pushed myself out from behind my desk and made my way towards the door pulling it open. My jaw dropped at the sight before me; there he stood after two months of nothing. He had a black eye which looked sore but it also looked like it was healing so obviously it looked worse.

"You gonna let me in Angel?" His raspy voice asked, I felt my knees go weak at the sound of it. I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to furious but I couldn't I missed him too much. Sighing I opened the door further stepping aside, letting him walk into the room. I closed the door behind him before standing awkwardly behind him, I was nervous. This was the first time seeing him in two months and I already had a growing stomach, he would know as soon as he looked at me and I was scared of his reaction. "Sorry I haven't been around lately but works been...shit."

"It's alright" I breathed out. I watched as he inhaled deeply before turning around to face me, his eyes immediately dropping to my stomach. He squinted his eyes at me briefly, it was clear that his mind was processing what he was seeing before he burst into laughter. The laughter made me feel confused and a little paranoid so I wrapped my arms around my growing bump as I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"Who's the unlucky bastard? That doctor from the hospital?" He asked once his laughter died down. I felt my mouth go dry as I watched Ambrose walk towards his usual chair and throwing himself on it.

"No it's not Matthew." I tell him shaking my head, I closed my eyes as I went over different scenarios in my head, none having a good outcome.

"Sleeping around now? Never thought you had it in you but good for you" He chuckled. I brought my lip in between my teeth, I wanted to say something to him for assuming I was sleeping around like a common street whore but I didn't want to make him mad before I told him the truth. "Sorry you got yourself into this mess though. You gonna get rid of it?"

"It's yours." I blurted out without thinking. The room fell silent, scarily silent. Ambrose wasn't moving; he seemed frozen in the spot. My breathing increased rapidly and I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Cautiously I took a step forward, my hands not once leaving my stomach. "Dean..."

"Get rid of it." Ambrose spoke, his voice cold, detached. I looked into his eyes and they were black, soulless.

"What?"

"Get. Rid. Of. It." He gritted through his teeth. I heard the growl in his voice as he threw himself back on the chair and running a hand down his face.

"No" I stated strongly which surprised me but there was no way in hell I was getting rid of this child. It went against everything I believe in.

"What did you say?" Ambrose asked, slowing lifting his head and looking directly at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead on this floor. His eyes were so cold, so dark that it terrified me. I could feel myself shaking on the spot.

"No" I repeated a little softer this time, avoiding eye contact with him. Within a second he was on his feet, marching over towards me. I didn't have time to register what he was doing before his hand wrapped around my neck and he pushed me back against my office door, squeezing my throat.

"You're getting rid of that baby" He seethed in my face, his fingers digging into my neck, restricting my breathing. "Do you hear me? Answer me" He demanded lightning his grip on my neck.

"I hear you" I wheeze, pushing off my neck he took a step back twisting his head in a circle before running his hand over his mouth and nodding his head. "But I'm not getting rid of this baby, you don't have to be..." I tried to tell him but I was cut off with the back of his hand colliding with my face knocking me to the floor.

"We will see about that." He seethed at me before walking over to the door and throwing it open, the door slamming behind him. I sat on the floor holding my face as the tears started to stream down. I never expected Ambrose to be happy about the news but for some reason I didn't expect this reaction either but at least he knew now, right?