Caught Red Handed

Chapter Sixty-Six, It's Telling Me

Tord's Perspective

After I was given some stomach medicine and a warm blanket, I had calmed down a lot more. I was still sickly and uncomfortable, but at least it was bearable.  I was laying back and rubbing my stomach slowly, breathing as slow as my body would allow it. I was just getting to the point of relaxing fully when the door opened to reveal my frantic boyfriend. I jumped and gripped the blanket under my hands, staring wide-eyed at the man. He seemed to notice his affect on me and quickly apologized. "Very sorry love, I was in a hurry." He explained before closing the door. I awkwardly stared at him, still tense as he sat beside me. I didn't know what to say or do. I was afraid. Afraid of him not wanting it or being angry. Afraid of me not being ready. He sat silently beside me and lightly rubbed my hand. How did he always know? He just somehow knew when to talk or not. He's so amazing like that. I leaned on the gentle Brit and loosely hugged his arm.

Tom was the first to break the silence. "I want the baby Tord. Even if we're barely settled together. We can make it work." He spoke confidently, pulling me into a small hug. I buried my face in his suit and breathed quietly. How is he so positive? After everything? I was still unsure of what to say, if to say anything at all. I'm glad that the doctor had at least left for privacy, I heard her open and close the door. "No drama okay? It's just the two of us, working together. And I'm here for you. I wouldn't put you through drama, even though I'm scared too." He spoke calmly and ran a hand along my sweater. He stopped at one spot and fiddled with it. "What did the doctor say about the baby? Or how to deal with it?" He asked me and allowed me the chance to look up at him. "She said that we should opt for surrogacy. It's safer that way." I told him and stared at his endless void eyes. They were so hypnotic.

"Yeah? Then we should, if you're okay with it." He added and I nodded, returning to my safe space cradled in his arms. "Good. Now that that's settled... Erm.. Well, how exactly will we go about that? The baby's already developed after all." He pointed out and I let out a snort. I hadn't considered it, I was so emotional. "Oh, I didn't bother to ask. I'm sure she'll come back soon, we can ask then." I said and smiled when Tom kissed my forehead. "Love, why don't you rest, and I'll do the asking? It's still so early, and I'm sure you're exhausted." The Brit offered graciously and I took a moment to consider it. Ah, it couldn't hurt. I was sleepy, my stomach had awoken me from a good sleep. I got comfortable in the kind British man's lap and sleepily blinked. "I'll take care of everything my love, I promise." He whispered to me in a gentle tone and continued to cradle me in his strong and firm arms. Comforted by his presence, i was able to fall asleep rather quickly.

I awoke in a completely different setting, in different clothes even. It seemed I had been changed into a silky robe and was in my bed, curled up comfortably on my side. I looked around my room for any changes, noticing a small paper of sorts. I blinked tiredly and picked it up, though it was hard to in the dim room. I examined it and squinted. I think I was supposed to read it. Oh well, no matter. I was sleepy, and this silly little paper couldn't change that. I set the paper back on my nightstand and got comfy on my side, placing a hand on my smol baby belly. I could barely feel it, but I knew it was there. My own little baby. My heart fluttered from the stress and excitement that the idea brought. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep, without stirring up my mind too much. I wanted to sleep forever. It seemed to work, but my mind wouldn't rest. The rest of me was ready to sleep, but my mind was buzzing with ideas and thoughts.

"Wake up." A voice whispered and I jolted up from my resting position in the bed. "Wake up." The voice repeated in my ear quietly. I tried to turn to face it, but couldn't see the source of the voice. Where was my nightlight? "Wake up. Wake up." It whispered more urgently. I tried to get out of bed but ended up slipping and falling, hitting the ground hard. "Get it out." The voice whispered right in my ear, practically tickling my skin. I shivered and attempted to get up, completely dazed by what was going on. "GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!!!" The voice screamed and I held my head, not even trying to get up at that point. "Leave me alone.." I mumbled and covered my ears as if that would help.

"Get it out." It repeated sternly and I shook my head. "I can't right now. Go away." I whispered tiredly and rubbed my head. It hurt. I felt sort of dizzy, though it was hard to tell because of how disoriented I was. I think I hit my head. "GET IT OUT!!!" It screamed and continued on and on in my head. It wouldn't stop making noise. I wanted it to go away so badly. But what could I do? I can't even move, my head hurts so bad and I'm so tired. I'm just curled up on the floor in the dark. With this thing in my head. "GET IT OUT!!!" It screeched louder than before and I tensed, digging my fingernails into my skin. It felt like my ears would bleed if it was any louder. I couldn't ignore how loud it was. It had to go away. I had to do something.

(Shorter because POV change upcoming)