Stuck with YOU || BECKFREEN/FREENBECK STORY

Chapter 61

Author's POV

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting long streaks across the living room floor. Freen awoke first, her body tense, mind already racing through the night's revelations. Her father's reach. His threats. The messages. The SUV. Everything pointed to one terrifying truth: Francis Chankimha would not stop until he silenced her permanently.

Rebecca stirred beside her, still half-asleep, a small hand brushing Freen's arm. "Morning," she murmured softly. Her voice carried warmth, but also concern, as though she could sense Freen's mind hadn't truly rested.

Freen sat up slowly, glancing at her love. "Morning," she said, a hint of forced calm in her tone. "Sleep well?"

Rebecca nodded, eyes softening as she reached over to press a gentle kiss to Freen's forehead. "I did... but I think the baby kept me awake a little."

Freen's brows rose. "The baby?"

Rebecca smiled, a small, radiant smile that cut through the tension that hung in the room. "Yes. I felt it move. Kicked right before I woke up. I think it's getting stronger every day."

Freen's chest warmed. Despite the threat looming over them, despite the danger surrounding her every step, this small, innocent life reminded her why she had to fight. "Our little fighter," she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Rebecca laughed softly, excitement bubbling. "I can't wait for you to feel it move more. It's like it's saying 'don't worry, Mom, we're ready for anything.'"

Freen's hand instinctively moved to her love's belly, feeling the faint flutter. She swallowed the lump of fear lodged in her throat. Yes, they had danger ahead. But life... life was still here. And they would fight for it.

Suddenly, a faint noise outside the window caught Freen's attention. A subtle, almost imperceptible movement—a shadow. She tensed, heart rate spiking.

Rebecca noticed immediately. "What is it?" she whispered.

Freen shook her head slightly. "I don't know. Could be nothing. Could be... him."

Rebecca's face hardened. "Then we prepare. No more waiting. No more hiding."

Freen exhaled, her resolve solidifying. "You're right. We take control. Start gathering evidence, surveillance, anything that exposes him. We won't let him manipulate us anymore."

Rebecca nodded, her hand finding Freen's. "Together."

For a brief, fleeting moment, the world felt lighter. They had each other. They had their baby. They had hope.

But even as they shared that tender glance, Freen's phone vibrated again.

Unknown number.

She glanced at it slowly. Her stomach tightened. Her father's signature. The words appeared:

"You can't hide. Not from me. Not from your bloodline. Not forever."

Freen's jaw tightened. The smile faded, but the fire in her eyes remained. She turned to Rebecca, holding her close. "He knows we're planning. He knows we're awake. And he's watching."

Rebecca pressed her hand to Freen's cheek. "Then we wake the world. We don't wait for him to make the first move."

Freen nodded, feeling the weight of her decision. It was time. Time to fight. Time to take back control. Time to expose the man who had hidden in shadows for too long.

As the baby kicked again, both women smiled faintly—small, fierce, unstoppable. A reminder that even in the darkness, light existed. And sometimes, that light was stronger than fear.

Freen exhaled deeply, letting the warmth from Rebecca and the flutter of their unborn child anchor her. They were no longer just fighting for survival. They were fighting for love. For family. For truth.

And this time, Freen swore... they would win.