Falling Apart

Chapter 39

Kelly's POV

Ian was finally released from the hospital today and I don't know who's happier, him or me. He's gone through so much these past few months and I'm glad he's still here with me. We've had a plan ever since I met him years ago. A plan that no matter what happens, we will get a family. It doesn't matter how many people try to kill him, break us apart, or blame him for the things that happen, we will have our child that I was never able to conceive myself, and we will be a family.

We check out of the hospital and I hold Ian by the waist carefully to not let him fall. He's able to walk, but he's not very good at it. I don't know why our little psychopath chose to stab him. We were fair to her and gave her a place to live. She should be thankful to us but instead now she's rotting in a cell because of what she did. She's an idiot choosing prison over us, but I guess it won't matter when I have the family I always wanted.

When we get back home, Ian rests on the couch and turns on the TV. Every day when I came back here after spending my days in the hospital, I'd try washing out the blood of the floorboards. The dark crimson color has somehow stained its way into the cracks and now it's not coming out. In a way, I like that it's not going away. It reminds me how strong my husband is, and how he's survived through so many things.

I'll always be proud of him, no matter what he does. He's my husband and he's given me everything I've always wanted. Soon we'll have Katherine's child and we can move away and never have to deal with this drama again. Our child might never know about their origin, but it will have us to look up to.

"Kelly." Ian calls for me and I stand in front of him within seconds. "I love you." He tells me with a smile. His hand is pressed over his wound on his stomach and he turns off the television. "We're going to have our baby and then we can leave this place for good."

"I know." I reply and cover him in more blankets. We lay on the couch together, speaking of our future what this week will bring. The court date is in a few days and I don't know about Ian, but I'm nervous.

David's POV

Besides her normal anxiety, Katherine has been a nervous wreck all week. She's been getting sick in the mornings and it was alarming for that to happen this late in the pregnancy. When we called the doctor, they told us it was nothing to get worked up about, and that stress during a pregnancy can damage the body. After giving Katherine multiple soothing exercises, she became decently calm enough to the point that she could finally sleep.

The doctors don't know the full story behind all of this. They think we're some unlucky couple that didn't get enough sex education in high school. They assume we're keeping the child, and that we're fine with having it, but no one knows that Katherine was raped. This is the entire purpose of the court date; so that things will get cleared and Ian will finally pay for everything he has done.

After coming back with Chickfila breakfast, Katherine devours it and thanks me repeatedly. Today is the big day and I know how hard she's trying to pretend. "You know it's okay to be nervous." I tell her.

"But that isn't the problem, the problem is that I'm pregnant because of that horrible excuse of a man and I can't get this nervous with this child inside of me!" She squeals and wipes at her eyes. "And I can barely cry anymore because I've gotten so used to feeling this way that my body is numb to it now."

I sit down next to her and lean her back against me. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I can do all of this for you, they just need you to show up, okay?" I plead and she nods. She finishes her food off and heads to the bathroom to get ready.

When she walks out, she's dressed in a maroon colored silk dress with a scarf wrapped around her neck. Her heels click against the wood floor and she takes a look in the mirror. "You look beautiful." I tell her as I walk up from behind.