Miranda's POV
I woke up to find Wesley gone. I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I saw a note on the mirror and read it.
Good morning, princess. I will be back as soon as you awake. I love you. Wesley.
I sighed. He's probably with Liam. I suddenly had morning sickness, and puked my guts out. I brushed my teeth, washed up and headed downstairs to find Wesley just walking through the door. I put my hands on my hips and frowned at him. He worried expression on his face. "Don't give me that look." I snapped. I walked in the kitchen, and got out some ingredients to make omelets. I heard footsteps and paid no attention to him. "Princess, what's wrong?" I felt angry all over. "Don't you dare call me princess." He looked horrified, and I felt proud of myself. "Are you mad at me?" I scoffed at him. "Mad at you? I'm furious with you." There was hurt in his eyes and I felt a pang of guilt. "Why are you mad?" I stared hard at him. "Tell me. Who is Liam?"
All the color drain from his face. I sat down, and waited. He sat down after me. "Miranda. Liam is my best friend, and he's also a member of my uncle's gang.......which I am in as well." "And you didn't have the decency to tell me?" "I wanted to, but I thought you would leave me." "So you waited till we got married, did....it, and then got me pregnant?" "NO! I was going to tell you when it was the right time." I nodded my head, but I was still angry.
"Look. My uncle pretty much wants you dead, and I figured if I married you then you would be safe." I processed this in. "Why would your uncle want me dead?"
"My uncle had a very big crush on your mother. When he found out that she was marrying your father, he planned to kill your father. But of course that didn't work. So he killed your mother instead......and now he wants you dead as well." I tried to understand what he was saying. "Soooo... Is it like "If I can't have you, then no one can" type of thing?" He smiled and nodded his head. "One more thing." "Yes princess?" "Does Travis want to hurt me as well?" I saw his hands form into tight fists. "Yes. He actually wants you."
Wow. What have I gotten myself into?
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