You were now entering the home stretch of your pregnancy with what had been determined as being identical twin daughters, a revelation that hade made your husband Benedict's face light up enough to rival the Rockefeller Plaza Christmas tree displays, and it had been quite some time since you had heard or seen anything of your former boyfriend, because immigration had deported him from Britain and sent him back to America, where the last you knew he had been arrested for public disturbance resulting in actual bodily harm, but you weren't surprised because you knew how violent he could get.
"Daddy won't do that to us" you said to your unborn twins as they napped for the umpteenth time that morning, stroking your stomach gently up and down as you rested your head against a pile of pillows that Benedict had brought from various rooms and put onto one arm of the four-seat sofa, where he insisted you take it easy while he went to get a few things that he was going to need for making your dinner that night, but he wasn't gone long before you heard quite a loud knock at the door, which you went to answer.
HUGE MISTAKE! There, standing at the door in black jeans, a black jacket with a hoodie to hide his face and black shoes was Joel, your former boyfriend who had somehow managed to get back into the country, illegally you'd bet. "I don't want to see or have anything further to do with you" you told him as your Bernese Mountain dog, Darcy, appeared at your feet, a little bit bigger than the last time Joel had seen him but still every bit as protective, letting the potential intruder know his feelings by showing his teeth, making all kinds of sounds.
"So where's loverboy" Joel sniped as he pushed his way into the house, your back landing firmly up against a wall, clearly not caring that you were getting increasingly close to the end of your pregnancy but while you were heading for the lounge, you didn't notice that he had locked the front door, so that nobody could get in and nobody could get out. "I will ask you again; where is loverboy" Joel said, a little angrier this time as he stood at the end of the sofa where your feet were, holding you firmly onto it by your ankles.
"He has gone out to get a few things for dinner tonight but he will be back in a few minutes I would think" you replied but then you noticed a smirk on his face as if to say that Benedict would have to unlock the door, thinking you had done it for your own protection and that of your twins, as well as Darcy, who you both loved very much. "Good; he'll be back in plenty of time to see me taking what is rightfully mine" Joel said as he sat beside you, running his left hand along your face.
Before you could say anything, he unwrapped the scarf from around your neck, something you had put on to increase the warmth you wanted to feel at this time of year, followed by his fingers on your neck. A sound came at the door which sounded a lot like keys and the only other one with access to the house in that way was Benedict. "BEN" you shouted as loud as you could, earning a slap across the face, sending your hair across your eyes with the impact, but Joel didn't say a word, instead working his way to your shirt.
"YOU! Get your filthy hands off my wife" came Benedict's voice from the entrance to the lounge, clearly using his Smaug/Khan voice to display his seriousness. Joel deliberately stood up slowly, looked Benedict in the eye and, taking you by the arm, pulled you towards the basement, locking it behind him. Benedict by now was understandably panicking as he did not want anything to happen to you or to the twins so he did the only thing he could think of, with it being a wooden door, he put the old kitchen stool through it, the lock literally shattering into pieces.
By the time Benedict got to the bottom of the basement stairs, passing a clearly hurried Joel on the way down, he turned the light on where he found you unconscious on the cement floor, a small pool of blood gathering around your back. "NO!" he yelled as he ran to you, lifting you up, leaving the basement and putting you in the back of the car, thankful a picnic blanket had arleady been placed there for Darcy to use. As if by coincidence, your friend Tom Hiddleston walks on up, sees what happened and agrees to take care of Darcy.
Benedict parked as close to the entrance of the ER/A&E as he could, pulling you out of the car still wrapped in the picnic blanket and dashed inside, not caring who saw him begging the doctors to help. A doctor, at least 6"6 in height, took you from your husband's arms and laid you on a gurney/stretcher, heading for the operating theatre while a pair of nurses tried to calm Benedict and get as much information as they could from him, all the while knowing the picnic blanket was now going to be considered by the Scotland Yard police as evidence.
Time seemed to tick by so slowly for Benedict as he paced the floor of the operating theatre waiting room, knowing that if the girls were born now, they would be healthy and would have a very good chance of survival, but what he wanted to know more than anything is how you were faring and he soon got his answer when the same two nurses from before came out of the OR, each of them holding a tiny bundle in their arms, quietly congratulating him and explaining that even though you had lost a lot of blood, you were fine.
"The police have to find him mum; they have to" Benedict said, keeping his voice down as he watched you sleeping in your hospital bed in your own room which Benedict had paid for out of his own pocket, his mum Wanda walking the length of the room trying to get one of the twins, who weren't yet named, to settle. "They will; even Tom knows what this Joel guy looks like" Wanda assured him as he continued holding your hand while the other twin slept in her bed beside him, not wanting to let his girls out of his sight.
