Her Greatest Treasure II

Chapter 3:

"You have five minutes," the guard tells me as I step into the room and have a seat across from him.

"My girl," he whispers as I fold my hands into my lap. "I haven't seen or spoken to you in two years, why is that?"

"Because you're a liar, and you don't deserve me in your life."

"That's fair."

"I came here for one reason and one reason only."

"Which is?"

"I want to make a deal with you," I whisper.

"A deal? And that would entail?"

"I don't know how you know where I live, but you need to stop sending letters to my house. I will visit you once every three months if you leave me and my family alone."

"As you wish. Is there anything more you wish to tell me?"

I take a deep inhale. "I'm getting married tomorrow. To Christian."

"Ah, there it is. The moment in my life when I realize my daughter gets her happily ever after and I rot away for my sins."

"You only brought this on yourself," I spit at him.

"Tell me, is Ken the father you always wish I was?"

"Don't talk about my family."

"You know, you're being very defensive. You're acting almost the same exact way your mother did when she was... pregnant."

I look at him with stone cold eyes as I swallow the lump in my throat.

"I guess congratulations are in order then."

"Goodbye," I tell him sternly before I let the guard lead me out of the cell. God, why did I come here? He doesn't deserve to know I'm getting married, let alone am pregnant. I just want to know how the hell he knew I was. It's almost... strange.

Oh.

My.

God.

I know this theory may be far fetched, but I threw away my positive pregnancy tests in the kitchen trash can, and Erin and Sabrina were over my house yesterday. Did one of them see it... and write to my father? Is that why they're here, because they have correspondence with my father and they have some motive to go against us?

Wait.

The gold.

Maybe they want the gold?

God, it's been two years since I've thought about anyone challenging us for the gold, but I guess it's possible.

Christian. I need to get to Christian.

Why did this have to happen the day before our wedding?

...

"Hey you!" Christian says as I make my way back into the apartment. "Look who came to visit us."

Erin and Sabrina. Great.

"I don't feel very well, excuse me," I mutter before running into the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet.

"Come here," Christian whispers as he pulls me into him while we sit in the tile floor. "It's okay, it's okay," he reassured me as I cry. "I know."

"Can they leave?"

"Of course they can. Why though?"

"I need to talk to you," I whine.

"Alright, alright." We walk back into the living room together and Christian tells them that I'm not feeling well and we'll see them tomorrow at the wedding.