*picture of ultrasound screen!*
"Tell me, Miss East," Agent Nichols says as he looks through her record, "what is a clean slate like you doing with a man like Christian Taylor? Hhmm?"
The brunette stares off into the abyss, shrugging. "He's not a bad man, Agent Nicholas. He's better than he used to be."
"Are you telling me he used I be worse?" Agent Nichols tries to trip Emily up.
Emily shakes her head, looking into the man's eyes. "I don't know what kind of a man he used to be...only heard stories about how cruel he was to people who tried to get close to him...but he's the victim here."
"Who was the woman that kidnapped you?" The pale man says to her, squinting his hazel eyes at her.
Emily looks to the floor, her small smile fading. Agent Nichols notices this and waits for a response.
"I thought she was my best friend...but she was actually just a vengeful person who wanted to hurt the one person I love most in this world." Emily says in a small voice, picking at her nails. "Christian had paid for us to be sent away a long time ago because he was angry with me...but he's made up for that."
Agent Nichols nods. "And yet you still run back into his arms willingly."
"Yeah." Emily holds her stomach, "And I'd do it again if he asked me to."
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After released, Emily waited in the waiting room of the police station. The smell of coffee fills the air. Nausea waves over Emily, she hods a hand over her mouth and stomach. She rushes to a nearby trash can, her small hands grasping the metal rim. Vomit leaves her stomach.
"How far along are you?" A feminine voice says from behind the brunette.
Emily turns to see a overweight middle aged African-American woman. She hands the brunette a tissue who gratefully accepts.
"I don't know." Emily shakes her head, "I took a test and just said that it was negative but I still get sick...and I've got a bump."
The woman smiles at Emily, nodding. "You took the test too early then."
Emily smirks, looking away. "I guess so."
"Does he know yet?" The African-American woman says.
"I told him...but he was just waking up." Emily admits, "We were brought in this morning...he isn't out yet, which worries me."
"Well, hopefully everything turns out right." She says assuringly.
The doors to the back office open. Christian steps out with furrowed brows. When he sees Emily, relief flows over him. That is, until he sees she's hunched over a trash can.
"Baby? Are you okay?" Christian walks over and helps her to her feet. "Are you sick?"
The billionaire takes out a silky handkerchief from his khaki pants pocket. He holds the side of her neck as he wipes her lips gently, their eyes locked on each other.
"Yeah? Are you okay?" Christian rubs her back, concerned.
"I need to go to the doctor ASAP." Emily says urgently, "Do we have to wait for—"
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He Stares Back
FanfictionSix months ago, Emily had everything. She had her rich, sexy boyfriend, Christian, and the perfect job at as a reporter. But after a misleading photo was taken, accusations of Emily cheating caused her year long relationship with Christian to come t...
