It's...You Again~ Sequel To "Not You Again"

Chapter 18

"Call him back." Levi's tone held a more menacing edge to it than his normal timbre could withhold. His icy eyes glaring daggers into Petra's own, piercing into her soul.

A shiver escalates down her body and Petra squirms in place at the demand. She never was the one to disobey Levi especially since he rarely asked for things. No, she wasn't afraid of him finding out of him getting a sneak peek at the messages.

What frightened her was what he would do when he found out the got his hands on the guy. Reluctantly, Petra pulls her phone from behind her back and opens it, going to call the guy that had been constantly messaging her all day. Not even five seconds had it been ringing that it picked up.

"Heh, don't call you you say? But babe yo–"

Annoyed, Levi ripped Petra's phone out of her hand and snarled into the phone. "Who the fuck do you think you are calling my wife asshole?!" Levi ranted as he began storming down the stairs. Petra tried running after him, grabbing onto his arm and carefully stepping down. She practically got snatched down at the speed Levi had been going at it.

"Levi, what are you doing?! Stop!" Petra shouted after him as he retorts a whole wave of swears into the phone as he grabs his shoes from the side of the wall and shoves his feet inside.

"Levi!" Petra shouts again, pulling hard on his arm to keep him from leaving. Just as Levi stepped out Petra stumbles over the threshold, kneeing herself at a remarkable speed in her stomach. By then Levi is able to pry her off, storming off to the car

"O-Ow, shit," Petra winced in pain, her face twisted and red. She bunches over softly, carefully bending herself down to the ground to keep from falling over. She curls an arm underneath her belly and cringes more when a new pain surfaces.

"Petra?" Levi's indistinct voice is now faint and parched in Petra's ears when Levi rushes over to her and bends down to her level.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He is now calm, tone drenched in worry and attention off from the guy over the phone. Petra could only nudge her head against Levi's sharp collarbone, turning her head into him as she muttered in pain. One hand finds his shoulder and weakly plants into him, giving a tight yet loose grip.

"Fuck, are you in pain?" Levi asks in horror as he carefully lifts her up and meanders back into the door, setting his wife quickly onto the couch while elevating her back. When he closes the door and locks it he hurries back over at Petra's side to see her face damped with tears and red eyes. His stomach churned unhappily, a tear in his heart depriving him of whatever animosity poised in his body.

"It hurts a lot," she cries softly, turning over so she laid on her side and could comfortably hold her belly.

"I'm so sorry, Petra," Levi apologizes tenderly as he runs his hands on her cheeks, cupping them gently before his fingers threaded in her hair. "I'm so sorry," he says again, hot tears blurring his vision.

"P-Please don't do that again," Petra pleases through her sniffles and harsh cries, tightening her hold onto his shoulder where they once were. "If something were to happen I would never forgive myself."

"No no no, don't say that," Levi objects. "You're not to blame if something were to happen, got it?" He runs a hand down Petra's smaller one and entwines their fingers so a familiar warmth generated.

"I'm sorry...because of me the baby could of gotten seriously hurt." Levi frowns, his tears spilling at the thought of their child being harmed because of his recklessness. The bare thought makes him tear harder and bury himself into Petra between her arm and the cushion. Sharply, he inhales a breath to calm his nerves before letting it out, his shoulders dropping in sync.