Ch 4: Por Que Me Amas? (Whay Do You Love Me?)

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Quin LockhartMy wife is beautiful...just thought I'd remind everyone of that. Going to go run with Blayke now. Mood: Energetic (2 hours ago...)

Zoe Cipher-Lockhart: Reading a book on how pregnancies can be for a first time mother...apparently a lot can happen. Wow. Mood: Pregnant (Just now...)

Blayke Harris: About to go on a 5 mile run with Quin! He thinks he can beat me? HA! My brother-in-law is insane if he thinks he can beat me! Mood: Competitive (2 hours ago...)

Madison StarWould like to let Blayke know that I want to go somewhere expensive and fancy, so he needs to wear something really nice and make sure he has tons of money to spend on me tomorrow night. Mood: Eh (16 mins ago...)

Rain KoopaUhh...am I the only one without a valentine date this year? Oh my god... Mood: Lonely (3 mins ago...)

Bill Shapiro: SUSPENDED? Oh, that bitch will pay. Mood: PISSED (2 hours ago...)

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February 13th, 2017...

Later that day...Quin was taking a shower in his bathroom, while Blayke was taking one in his bedroom's bathroom because they had gone on a 5 mile run that afternoon.

Zoe was reading a book for her English class when the doorbell rang. She looked up and saw a taxi leaving from outside through the window.

She raised an eyebrow. How odd...she put the book down and stood up, putting a hand on her slowly growing stomach, and walked to the front door, opening it without thinking about asking who it was first.

She saw a tall man at the door and she gasped. "Mr. Lockhart?" She whispered.

The man grunted as he glared at the petite girl.

"Where's my dumbass kid?" Sensing danger, Zoe went to shut the front door, but he held it open with only one hand and walked into the house.

"QUINTAVIOUS!" He yelled as he looked around.

"Come out, come out!" He walked into the kitchen and went through the fridge. Zoe stared at him in shock.

"Why don't you rich bastards have some booze? God, you're all pricks!"

Zoe gulped in fear, but she didn't want to call Quin out there...she was scared. She didn't want him hurt again.

"Mr. Lockhart , why aren't you in Maine?" She asked as he slammed the fridge door shut. "Stop slamming things. Let's talk calmly. Without boozes."

That set the man off.

Mr. Lockhart stood above her, making her flinch, but wrap her hands protectively around her stomach.

"Without boozes? Are you kidding me? I had to go almost 7 months without them! Don't tell me I can't have them!" He put his hand up to slap her, but someone reached over Zoe's head quickly and grabbed the man's arm, keeping it still.

Zoe gasped and turned around, but was immediately put behind the person's body, keeping her safe.

Quin was breathing heavily and glaring at his father. His father smirked, yanking his hand out of his son's hold.

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