Come Back to Me

Chapter 62

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"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. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

"So, what're we going to do with her?" I asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's about to eat birthday cake.

Sinister 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 American's have fucked over too many times."

Hayden went still.

"That" I smiled "is a fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King for a year, ya know, to fatten her up. And then--"

"Don't you dare say eat her." He said warningly.

I feigned offense, "No way. I was going to say lets sell her to a prostitution ring, and give her Chlamydia."

"How would we give her Chlamydia?"

"Well...Afanas used to fuck chicks left and right..."

I loved how we were talking about this right in front of her. Her terror was like a gift to me. Yayy, presents!

Sinister's icy eyes 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 men as they dragged her away as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I pouted as the men dragged her away, "I was having fun plotting her demise."

"I know, flower. But Hayden will be sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving her clinical diabetes and Chlamydia." He stepped towards me.

"Oh no way mister. You're not getting off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be punished." I rubbed my belly with my free hand.

"Punished?" His eyes glittered with excitement.

Little did he know, that "punishment" 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 profanity.

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20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

"You're not fat. You're pregnant." Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair of the doctors office.

We were finding out the gender today, and I 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 goofy as me. Something to pour my love into.

Sinister, though he's too "manly" to 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 the baby right next to ours.

"Okay, if it's a girl, I was thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or "Oprah"." I smiled.

Sinister stared at me blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words to respond with.

"And!" I pipped up "if it's a boy...Noodles."

"Why "Noodles"?" He asked slowly, rubbing his temples as he tried to keep his composure.

"Because you never got me a shark named Noodles, so I thought we'd just name our kid that. It seems like a nice name. Just imagine, "HEY NOODLES! PICK UP YOUR FUCKING TOYS OR NO SEATBELTS FOR A WEEK!!!"

Sinister glared at me, "Please tell me you're joking."

"Yes. No. Yes. Kind of....?"

Before he could respond, the door to the room opened and Dr. Artman walked in. She was a really kind person who answered all of my ridiculous questions with grace, and made me feel more comfortable as I grew into motherhood.

"Are you guys ready?" She asked with a smile on her face as she looked between Sinister and I.

I felt Sinister's hand grip mine as our hands interlocked. He smiled at me, "Be honest Calla...do you have a preference what gender it is?"

I grinned, feeling giddy, "No, I just can't wait to meet our baby."

Dr. Artman lifted up my shirt to reveal my bloated stomach, as she pressed this gel-like substance to my stomach, she then pressed the Transducer to my stomach and moved it around.

I stared anxiously at the monitor as she moved it around, and suddleny, a grainy image of a little baby popped up on the screen.

"Oh!" I exclaimed "there's my little nugget oh my god!" I felt my eyes tear up.

Sinister squeezed my hand tightly.

"What's the gender?" He asked lowly, his eyes gripping mine.

Dr. Artman smiled at us

"It's a boy."

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