Caitlin Brooks: Grace Cameron

Chapter Eighteen

Three months later
Caitlin was startled awake by her dream, her hand instinctively going to her now six month bump. It was still there. Her baby was still kicking. She sat up in bed with some difficulty which was only getting harder the more she grew. Time was running out. But she had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. She was a spy whose tricks were used against her.
She climbed out of bed, her bare feet padding along the floor until she reached the bathroom, she closed the door behind her.
Three months in, after a lot of searching she finally found where the cameras were hidden. The only blindspot was the bathroom, at least they gave her that luxury.
She padded back out of the bathroom, moving to the end of the bed to sit down, she stoked a hand over her bump.
"I know baby" she spoke softly "Mommy needs to fight, not you. I need you to take your foot out of my ribs" she waited, feeling the pressure ease "That's it. Thank you baby" she smiled at her bump as she saw a hand press against the outside of her skin "I'll find us a way out of this, I promise. I just need you to wait it out. I need you to wait until I know how to get out of here" she kissed her palm before she placed it on her bump "Come on. I'm hungry" she pulled herself up from the bed before she moved into the kitchen to find something to eat. She eventually decided on pickles and pancakes because the baby was craving pickles and she wanted pancakes. She ate in near silence other than when she talked to her bump asking it if it liked the food and if it was happy. She cleaned up the mess that she'd left all over the kitchen before she moved in to the bedroom/living room area, she settled on the couch with a book. 
That was another thing they kept track off, changing out whatever books she'd read for new ones, trashy romance, world history, no thrillers. She thought that was because they didn't want to giver her any ideas, like climbing through the air vent, which was impossible because of her bump. 
A few hours later it started up again, the opening of the first door, it shutting before the steps began down the stairs, then the opening of the second door before it shut behind them. She heard them go towards the exam room and unlock the door. 
"Are either of you at least going to help me up?"  she called into the emptiness, one of the doctors rounded the corner and helped her up before she followed him into the exam room. 
The exam was always done in silence unless they asked questions about reflux and if the baby kicked. They could watch her on the camera but they couldn't watch the baby. 
Today she decided that she was going to make them break the rules. Today she was going to tease them.
"Is smoking good for the baby? I've had about twenty cigarettes a day" the room stayed silent.
"I've also been shooting heroine. I like the high" a small, faint sigh, then nothing.
"I wonder how many days I can go without food?" a deeper louder sigh.
"Answer me!" she shouted, but still there was no reaction.
"We will sedate you" one doctor warned before he went back to his work. When he turned his back to her, her eyes fell on the bottle of pills that were now left unguarded. She grabbed the bottle and ran, both doctors chased after her as she swallowed as many as she could. They grabbed her forcing the ones she hadn't swallowed out of her mouth before one of them picked them up from the floor.
"They won't kill you or your parasite" he bit. As the other doctor released her she fell to the floor, her tears falling as the doctors left. Locking and clicking of doors before nothing. Her tears came harder, she lay on her side pulling her legs up as far as she could get them. Her tears streamed down her face, soaking her shoulder and the floor below. 
"I'm sorry" she sobbed, her voice shaking as her hand went to her stomach "I'm so sorry. Mommy just wants this to end. I don't want to be here anymore" her voice broke as the tears took over, consuming her. 

Grace in bed that night on her side, her hand resting on her stomach as he thumb stroked where the baby's foot was pressed.
"I'm going to tell you about your brothers. Their names are Liam and Connor. Your big brothers are going to be so excited to meet you, whatever you decide to be they'll love you, just like I do" she whispered, feeling it kick.
"Liam is so brave. I know he'll always be the one to protect you. And Connor is sweet, he'll be the one to make you laugh. That's what I want for you baby. I want you to laugh and shout and smile. I want you to be safe and happy, no matter where you end up. I'm still trying to figure out how to get out of here, I know where we could run to but, at the minute I'm not sure if I'll be able to get out of here with you-" it kicked hard against her stomach "I know. If that happens I'm going to find you. I won't ever give up. I won't stop fighting, I promise" she kissed her palm before she placed it on her stomach earning another, softer kick.
"Your daddy would've loved to meet you" she muttered sadly "He really, really wanted you. He wanted us to be a family, me, him, Liam, Connor, and you. He wanted to run away. He wanted me to be the mother of his children, his wife" she released a shaky breath "I should've said yes. I should've taken the boys and ran, at least you would have your brothers" she let out a sharp breath. 
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry" Grace managed through tears until they took over her body eventually pulling her into sleep.