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Epilogue 1 - No Control

-3 years later-
*Lacey's POV*

"Baby are you nearly ready?" I hear Noah shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah!" I yell back in response.
I adjust my leggings around my thighs and then pull my hoodie down over my head to cover my stomach.

"You ready Mack?" I ask grinning at my 1 year old son Mackenzie who is sitting on the chair propped up by cushions.

He babbles to me and let's out a little giggle showing me his toothy smile that is full of gaps. I place my hands under his armpits and pick him up so that he's sitting on my hip, he instantly latches onto my hair playing with it in his tiny hands.

We walk down the stairs, Harley as always at my heel. Me and Noah were worried that he'd become jealous as soon as we brought Mackenzie home but turns out he's quite the protector, and will always watch Mack if I leave the room for a moment.

"You look beautiful," Noah compliments me as I get to the bottom staircase.

"Don't lie to me," I sigh, "I just need to wear this to cover up my stomach."

Noah reaches over and takes Mack from my arms, he fusses for a moment but then settles in his dad's arms, "I hope this goes well."

I pull my boots on but pause briefly as a wave of nausea hits me, I reach over for the stair rail.
"You okay?" Noah asks resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah," I breathe, "I just hope this injection kicks in fast."

"It will do," he reassures me kissing me on the cheek.

I pull Harley by his collar back down the glass corridor and into the kitchen instructing him to sit and stay, he does as told and I lock the front door walking down the driveway to where Noah is strapping Mackenzie into his car seat.

Mackenzie catches sight of me over Noah's shoulder and reaches his small hand out towards me letting out a little cry to gain my attention, "mummy is here Mack, it's okay."

I comfort him once he's strapped in by running my fingers through his thin blonde hair, something that he inherited from Noah, and then by giving him a kiss on the cheek. He giggles happily and I return the smile as I shut the door and jump into the front passenger seat.

We no longer have guards following us, only if we request them. We should have done really on this trip but I just didn't want any, Mike tried persuading us but I refused outright.

We are about to be making the two and a half hour journey back to my old 'home', back to the place where my mother lives. Where I lived. It was the first time I was going to see her, of course we had begun to call each other and occasionally Skype but this is the first time I was actually going to see her. My nerves are all over the place, I feel like I'm a ball of anxiety.

"Don't worry too much okay?" Noah says resting his hand on my thigh, "it's not good for you."

I place my hand on my stomach, "I know, I'm trying not to."

That's right, if you haven't already guessed it I am pregnant with our second child by three months. I'm keeping it a secret from my mother, I don't want her knowing and so wanting to be at the birth. She wasn't there for Mackenzie's and so she won't be for our next baby.

"It'll all be okay," he soothes drawing small circles on the fabric of my leggings.

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-2 hours later-

I feel like my throat is about to close up as we pull onto the driveway of my former home, the place where I grew up. The place where I thought I was safe and loved.