Come Back to Me

***

"Hayden, Princess, Trixie, Candy, blah blah. Who gives a fuck what your name is?" I muttered as I trotted closer to Sinister and Hayden. Sinister's hand was still hovering over the trigger as the barrel of the gun was pressed firmly against Hayden's temple.

She said nothing, her eyes were wide in shock as she trembled against Sinister.

"Isn't it funny that you thought he was actually interested in you?" I bust out laughing, gripping my sides and wiping away fake tears.

I'm a petty bitch, I know.

"Calla, my love...what're you doing here?" Sinister asked calmly, completely unfazed and undeterred at how hard Hayden was struggling against him.

Hah. My husband is strong.

"Don't 'Calla my love' you punk. You totally lied to me just so that my reaction would be believable. That's a dick move." I huffed as I began skipping around the room.

"Um.." Hayden whimpered as she continued pulling against Sinister "don't you think we can resolve thi-- OW!! What the fuck?" She yelled.

Sinister looked at me pointedly, "Calla? What did you throw at her?"

"A pebble." I shrugged.

"No!" Hayden yelled "It was a fucking rock!"

"It was a pebble, stop being so dramatic Rebecca." I huffed, taking a few more steps closer to them.

Sinister's mouth curved up slightly as a red welt began forming on Hayden's perfectly tanned fucking forehead. I hate her, she even has a pretty forehead.

asked, my eyes lighting up

grip on her, "Since she's the wife of the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another

Hayden went still.

idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King for a year, ya know,

eat her." He

I was going to say lets

we give

fuck chicks left and

right in front of her.

glittered with amusement as he gave me a small smile before motioning his hands to the guards that were at the door of the garage. He shoved Hayden towards the

the men dragged her away, "I was having

gift. They will do much worse things to her than

off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be punished." I rubbed my

eyes glittered with

that "punishment" wasn't dirty little elf sex. It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

You're pregnant." Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair

was absolutely ecstatic. I couldn't wait. I thought I'd be terrified, but I was completely and utterly ecstatic. I was going to have a baby, something that would be just as crazy and

admit it, was pretty excited too. At night, he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers come into our house to designate a room for

thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or "Oprah"." I

stared at me blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched

pipped up "if