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.

to do with her?" I asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's about to eat birthday

adjusted his grip on her, "Since she's the wife of the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another gang? One that the

Hayden went still.

fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger

say eat

way. I was going to say lets

we give her

used to fuck chicks left

loved how we were talking about this right in front of her. Her terror was like a

motioning his hands to the guards that were at the

her away,

Hayden will be sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do

to me. You have to be punished." I rubbed my belly

eyes glittered with

wasn't dirty little elf sex. It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single one of his sweatshirts with foul

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

as he sat down in the chair of the doctors

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 goofy as me. Something to pour my love

At night, he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers

if it's a girl, I was thinking

and closing his mouth

I pipped up "if it's a