RAGE

Chapter 32. A Díaz Baby.

Scarlett.

"How the fuck is that possible?" I watch Rage yell out into his phone.
When he starts yelling in Spanish, that's when I block everything out.
My thoughts immediately going to my grumbling stomach.
I was hungry. Yet again...

Sighing, I close my eyes while leaning against the door frame.
I want to tell him so bad...that I have missed my period.
He is so stressed out with work that he hasn't even noticed that we have been having sex non stop ever since we came on this island two months ago. No period break!!

A part of me just wants to yell it out to him. But a part of me wants to surprise him on his birthday fifteen days from now.
I know I shouldn't be hiding this from him.
But I am so...nervous.

Can we raise a baby while everything thats been happening back home?
We still haven't caught whoever Z.R.D. Is.

He is still out there. Wrecking havoc.
There have been seven security failures. And two shootouts on Rage's weapon/military centres.

No one knows how! Or why! Or who is behind this for sure.
But from what I have heard from Rage.
He is behind it.
And Rage is going nuts worrying about my safety.

When I hear him scream in frustration I come out of my thoughts.
He is sitting on the sofa with his face hiding behind his hands.

I make my way over to him and sat behind him, wrapping my around his middle and my legs around his waist.

"Are you okay?" I whisper kissing his neck.
He shakes his head and leans into me.
"We should go home, Rage." I whisper.
He turns his head to look at me.

"Will you stay here while I am gone?" He asks me.
"No." I say leaving no room for discussion over this.
"Then its no point." He say looking away bitterly.

I grab his chin, making him face me.
"Stop it!!! No one's gonna hurt me. I will be attached to your hip all the time. Cmon!!! Rage. We have been here for two months. Lets go home. How long are we going to hide out here?" I ask.

He leans into me and coddles into my neck.
"I just don't want you around danger again, baby. As much as you are my strength. You are also my biggest weakness. I can't put you in middle of all this." He murmurs.

"I know. But we have to face the reality again. We need to be back home. Please, Rage."
I whispered.

He exhales loudly and turns to face me.
"Sometimes I wish I could leave this all behind just to start a new life with you." He whispers.
"But I have so many responsibilities. So many things to make right. It makes me wonder what is my priority. You. Or my country?" He says in a defeated tone.

"I won't ever make you choose." I say.
"I know. But I just wish...."

Me too.
For the sake of our unborn baby's life. I do wish that.
But I can't see Rage's baby, our baby, not fighting for what is right like his father has.
It makes me an awful mom deciding on my child's future.

But someone needs to right the wrong.
And only a Díaz can do that.

****

Timothy Francis.

I was sitting on the stool working on a red Mustang from one of the guys in the community, when Scarlett runs in.