The Runaway

Chapter 7.

Sawyer

4 months later

"We need to pick a gender neutral colour for the nursery, especially if we won't know the gender until they're born." I lay out the blotter cards with the samples of paint we have so far narrowed down.

"So no pink and no blue ." Ryder hums while looking at our options. "What if we have a daughter and she's loves the colour blue?"

I laugh. "Well I don't think she would care until later in the game Ryder." We have yellow, white, a light brown and a maroon picked out so far. We just have to decide which one is best.  I say my thoughts out loud but it really doesn't seem like Ryder is listening since he's just staring at me.  "What?" I deadpan.

His arms circle my waist and rub the new baby bump, which has expanded way more than I thought it would. I thought I would be smaller like my mom was in this trimester.

"You're just beautiful, all the time." He lays his cheeks down on shoulder.

Ever since the hospital visit we have been a bit more careful when it comes to going outside. We still do everyday and as much as we want but with proportion, sometimes I even wear a mask when I get nauseous or under the weather.

"Thank you." I whisper and turn my head sideways so I can kiss his cheek. "Now choose which colour," I order.

"White." He says plainly, "then we can add pictures and colourful objects all over the room for them. Then it won't clash with anything else."

I nod and smile. We finally have the first step complete and we can start painting. "I love that idea." I kiss his lips and begin to gather the paint samples when the door bells rings. Ryder pauses his wandering hands.

He looks curiously at the door like that might solve something. I tap his shoulder and give him a little shove, "go open it you goof."

He sighs, "it's Sunday night, can't people let us rest." He complains.

I laugh and put all of the paint samples in a little box. "Sundays are the day everyone is home, it's the perfect time for door to door."

He groans and slowly drags his feet all the way to the door. I hear him open it and then I hear it click closed. He comes back into the kitchen, "no one was there but they left this." He hands me a little package with my name on it.

I laugh at his annoyed voice, "just wait until this kid pops out, that will be nothing compared to how annoying the terrible twos will be."

He rolls his eyes, "I won't care as much when they're my blood or my girl." He winks, "open the damn package, the suspense is killing me."

"It might be some of the stuff I've ordered for this little nugget." I pat my stomach and grab the package to open it.  I get a little excited when I feel the texture of what's inside, it has to be something I ordered.

But when I open it, there's a card and there's my old childhood stuffed lamb. I slowly put the box down and lift the limp thing out. "What is it?" Ryder asks from my side.

"It's the stuffy I had when I was little." tears jerk to my eyes. "I can't believe..." I trail off and grab the card next.

Sawyer

You've started showing, congratulations on the little one baby. I thought you might want to pass down your old companion from when you were little.

I love you sweetheart.

Right away I recognize that handwriting, and my mothers words ring bells throughout my brain. I sprint towards the door, well it's more like jog and I head out right onto the street.

How did she know? Has she been watching us. "Sawyer!" Ryder calls after me.

"Where is she?" I ask in a cry. "She's been watching us Ryder, what the fuck!"

Ryder grabs onto my hand, "hey, we'll figure this shit out okay?" He nods back to the house. We head to the stairs and then to the door, with one last look at the street I head in right after Ryder.

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1 month later

Dianna

Every time Mila and I go out to check on the kids we meet at my place and then drive there together. But the only problem is we're running out of excuses to leave the house.  Our husbands are curious as to why we leave almost 2 times a week.

Mila and I head out once again and get settled in our usual spot. From this side of the road we can watch their garage and see them through the living room window.

A month ago I found out my daughter is pregnant, I'm surprised it took me so long but I guess she just always wore things that made the bump less noticeable.

I watch her now, treading around the kitchen, sorting through baby stuff and getting it organized. I bet she's around 7 months now.

Mila sighs and leans back in her seat, "when do we announce ourselves?" She asks.

I shrug, "haven't figured that out yet." I mutter quietly.

We stay for another 20 minutes and I rearrange my seat again so I can drive safety. But just as we buckle up a whole shit ton of vehicles pull up to the house. Many vehicles, being my husbands.

With a desperate cry I unbuckle and leap out of the car as fast as I can. Volkov and my sons get out of the car just in time for me to reach them. "Volkov! Don't you fucking dare!"

"Luca." He nods to me and my son steps forward to grab me.

"Do not touch me Luca." I seethe, "leave her the fuck alone."

Volkov continues onward to the house as his men swarm all of the doors and windows. I hear crashes and bangs and I'm now too late.

Luca grabs my arm and pulls me to his side. He's gentle yet restricting and I don't know what to do besides let him lead me over to the house.

I hear feet behind me and Mila is grabbed by her husband as she tries to pry Luca off me. "Mila, settle down." He orders. 

She spits in his face and I don't see any more of their interaction as Luca leads us faster into the house.

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Sawyer

I let out a shrill scream and Ryder is wrapping me into his embrace as windows shatter and doors bang open around us. I look up when I hear nothing but footsteps and breathing.

With not a single thought about any of the other men in the room, the only persons stare I hold is my Papàs.