Worthy

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Christen's POV

I groan as my phone rings, rubbing my eyes as I reach for my phone, not bothering to even look who it is I answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Christen don't panic but turn the tv on." Tyler says.

"What's going on?" I ask as I grab my slippers.

"Chris!" Tobin shouts. "Christen!"

"What?" I ask.

"They're inside." Tobin says.

"Who? What?"

"The rioters, they're inside the capitol." Tobin says.

"Oh my god." I gasp. "Bella, I gotta, I need to."

"We've been sending her messages Christen. She hasn't answered yet." Tyler says.

"Oh god."

I sit down on the couch as I turn the volume up.

"We're here in front of the capitol where the rioters are beginning to make their way inside. This huge mob is making its way inside the capitol. Police are trying to get this under control but they just can't."

Me: Baby? Tell me you're okay. I'm worried. We're all worried. I love you.

Me: Please answer me.

"Nothing?" Tobin asks and I shake my head. "She's going to be okay. She is okay."

"If something happens I don't know what I'll do." I say.

"You have to be positive Chris. Come on, you're Christen Press, the one who keeps calm."

"Not when something like this is happening Tobin. My wife, my lover, my everything is inside that building."

"That's my best friend, I'm worried too Chris, but-."

"You know what I'm heading back to the states."

"You're going where?"

"Home Tobin I'm going home."

"You can't, for many reasons. One you can't just leave, two if I'm being honest there is no point in going home right now because if you do she's on the other side of the country."

"Then I'll go to the other side of the country when I see my babies for a day and head over to other side."

"Chris think wisely here."

"I am."

"No you're acting on emotions." Tobin says.

"Then what do I do? What do I do Tobin?" I shout. "Tell me."

"First calm down, two I'd say go take a shower to cool down. Three don't look at the tv, four be patient."

I groan as I rub my face.

"Hey Chris, look. Our wonderful and brave reporter Isabella Garcia is safe as of right now, representative Alexandra Ocasio Cortez is the one who sent us this picture informing us that she is safe." Tobin reads, her phone in her hands.

"What? Let me see." I snatch the phone from Tobin as I see my baby. "Oh my baby."

Izzy's POV

"You're telling me you didn't tell her?" Alex says and I nod. "Why not?"

"Well if I'm being honest I was but then I got nauseous and she was leaving back to England, so yeah."

"The real reason."

"I don't want to hold her back from doing what she loves, but also we were trying so I know she'll be happy it's just the thought of me holding her back really. That and I was waiting for the right moment."

"Well now when we get out of here-."

"IF."

"We will get out of here, the first thing I want you to do when you go back home is tell her."

"COME OUT AOC." Someone shouts.

My eyes widen as I look at Alex. We stay quiet as we all huddle up in the small space behind a book cabinet.

"You're not gonna make it out alive today."

"Hey shh, it's okay. It's okay." Alex whispers as she covers my ears. "They won't come in I promise. I did always say I'd have your back."

"I don't want to die."

"You won't. We won't."

"AOC COME OUT FROM HIDING YOU BITCH."

We hear a gunshot and I feel my heart stop for a good five seconds or what feels like a good five seconds.

"It- I- you?" I ask.

"It wasn't here but it sounded close." Alex whispers.

"So how far along are you?" The woman besides me asks.

"What is it January? About five, almost six weeks." I say.

"She didn't notice?"

"She lives in England for her job and I'm not showing a lot just yet."

"I still can't believe you didn't tell her." Alex whispers.

"She would've told me to not come here for my safety."

"And she was damn right to have done that, you're pregnant coming to one of probably the most dangerous times during this election."

"She's right."

"See Sandra agrees." Alex says.

"It's my job though, that's why I travel, to report what happens, to write these important things."

"Aren't there other people?"

"Yes."

"Maybe next time let someone else do it." Sandra says.

"We can't send anyone a message." Alex says.

"What?"

"I was just notified by someone inside the room, that we can't message anyone outside of these walls where we are or anything."

"But Christen."

"We have to wait and be patient."

"Let's hope she saw the picture I sent to the LA Times then, but for now we can't contact anyone outside of this building or this room."

"We're never leaving." I mumble.

I pull out my phone as I go through my camera roll, pictures of Christen and our little family.

"These are the twins."

"They are adorable, they have your eyes." Alex says and I smile.

"I think they're all Christen but with my personality, well Asher, Ashton is all Christen he's full of energy, he gets cranky sometimes." I sigh as I continue to scroll. "I miss them."

"We'll be out of here in no time, don't worry." Alex says.

"I hope so."