Saved by the Bad Boy

Chapter 25

I wake up to Einar punching a bag and working out for what I've seen him do very few times. But now he's motivated and tells me he wants to be able to protect him. My heart almost explodes at that. I mean how can you get more perfect than him? I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a guy like him. I watch him as he does push ups, pull ups and punches the bag. Is it weird that I like to watch his huge muscles move? Haha probably, but I'm so happy to have him. I put a hand on my stomach and try ignoring the pains from my back and the little bit of morning sickness that I get rather rarely for being pregnant. I wait for food, starving for anything to eat. But after a few minutes I get board and groan, flopping backwards onto the bed. Einar pauses.

"What's wrong? Do you need something? Do I need to get the doctors?" He asks quickly coming over, frantic to see if I'm okay. I decide to have some fun. I groan and moan clutching my stomach, "Cali? Cali what's wrong? Please talk?"

"Please, go, save yourself. I won't make-" I moan again faking the pain trying not to laugh at his worried face looking like I'm going to die, "It,"

"I'm going to get help." He goes for the door.

"I'm won't make it..." I look at him opening my eyes seeing that he's waiting for me to finish, "Without food." I say laughing. His mouth drops open and I laugh harder, clutching my stomach.

"Why you little-"

"Nah uh, not in front of the baby, he could learn that." The corners of his lips twitch and he grabs me, tickling me. I laugh harder and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Stop! Stop, please." I say laughing, "Okay, okay, you win." He stops and I glare at him, "I'll be coming when you least expect it." I say giving him an evil grin. He raises his eyebrows and reaches out again and I jump back, "No...not again."

"Then take it back." I stuck my tongue out.

"Never." He grabs my sides, but this time I'm ready for him. I radiate frost and cold from my body and he pulls back when he touches me.

"Ow, jeez woman." I shrug.

"You may be stronger but I have more power."

"Cali, you can't do that, leader has a senser on your collar that says when your using your powers." My face pales.

"Oh s-"

"Ah ah, wouldn't want the babies first words to be something naughty." I bite my lip and pray that he doesn't use the collar. But it's barely a second and the door opens. I jump behind Einar and yes I know I'm being really wimpy right now, but that thing hurts. I glare at him and he looks at me with a smirk.

"Caliga, you know the rules. You can't use your powers." I smile and come out from behind Einar.

"I was just playing around." He glares at me, "Do you want to play?"

"Caliga, you've killed 23 of my men already from your ice. I don't want any more of this playing. I don't want to hurt you, it might hurt the child. So don't make me." I glare at him.

"Fine, but I didn't injure anyone." I retort snarkey. He holds up the button. I flinch and glare at him. He presses it once and a quick sharp pain goes through me knocking me to the ground. Einar immediately is next to me and helping me back up. He turns towards leader.

"She didn't do anything, nobody's hurt. Just leave her alone." He snorts and looks at me.

"Respect young lady, respect." I watch as he leaves the room and locks it.

"Yea, respect my butt. I swear, when I get my hands on him he'll still be hurting by the time he arrives in hell." Einar brushes my hair back.

"Are you okay?" I shrug.

"I'm fine." He forces me into a hug and strokes my hair. I reluctantly put my arms around him and bury my face in his chest. I can smell sweat and his cologne. I pull away.

"Wow, you really need to shower." He smiles.

"Do I smell that bad?" I nod and pinch my nose. He laughs and heads into the bathroom. I shake my head and start to change into something comfy and clean. I put on a lose shirt and yoga pants. I rub my stomach as it growls.

"Yea, yea, I know. They still haven't given us our breakfast. Ugh, you're making me crave pickles. Why? Why pickles? You're so weird, I'm going to feed you tons of pickles when we get out of here. But you have to do mama a favor and stop kicking her so much." I keep talking to the baby in my stomach, and I hear a chuckle behind me, "What? I'm just talking to him."

"So it's a him?" I nod.

"Yes, let's just say it's a mother's feeling." He laughs and leans over.

"Hey buddy, you be a good boy and stop bruising your moma's ribs." He kisses my belly and a blush explodes in my cheeks, "How many weeks till?" He asks looking at me.

"Exactly 4 weeks." His jaw drops.

"Are you serious?" I nod.

"Einar, I don't know how we're ever going to get out of here. I'm...I'm scared." My lips quivers thinking of what they'll do to the child. Einar immediately wraps both arms around me.

"Darling it'll be okay, I promise." He kisses my forehead and I gulp. My mind can't help but wander to what might happen; they'll take him away from me, test him, I'll barely see him, he'll be torchured. They could kill him. I know he's still an unborn child but I care about him more than anything. And if they touch him, I will kill them.