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I polished up my look in the mirror before Eddie and I headed out to pick up the sewing supplies from his new office. My makeup must be perfect. My outfit must be perfect.

Everything must be perfect.

Perfect for him.

Perfect for me.

I adjusted my deep, blood red sweater dress down my hips.

Eddie knocked on the doorframe to our bedroom. “Ready to go, darling?”

“Yes!” I said, nearly jumping from excitement. I playfully speed walked over to him, and kissed him.

He smiled and looked me up and down. “I don’t know how you do it, being so beautiful, so effortlessly?”

He grabbed my waist, pulling me close.

We said our goodbyes to Rick and Arthur, they have control of the house for a bit while we pick up the supplies, and I stalk…

Walking out the door, his hand holds mine calmly. He goes to lock it, and that's when he notices that note…from “Damien”...stuck right at the center of our front door.

Eddie drops my hand from shock. He grabs the note with force and raises it to his face to read.

I see the calm, happy and excited look from seconds ago shift suddenly into an emotionless stare, his eyes going cold. I’m sorry I had to do this, Eddie, really…but it is for the better. We need Damien gone. What I wrote is what Damien thinks anyway, that little bastard.

“What…” Eddie says, his voice quiet…and then raising, “...the HELL does he think I AM?!”

“What is it?!” I yelp, clinging to his big arm.

The anger is fuming off every word, “...D…Damien…he…he thinks…he can take…my babies…away from me…?!”

“What?!”

“He is…AFTER THEM. He is after you. He is after ME. Fuck. I’ve wanted to kill him after what he did on Christmas. But this… this seals it…”

“What are we going to do?! Oh no. Oh no no no no… Eddie, I’m scared!”

Eddie recollects himself. “You have nothing to fear with me, darling. I will fix this. I will figure this out…I need to calm down. Let’s go get the sewing things, then we can go over this…I assure you, darling, you are safe.”

“Oh god.”

Eddie opens the door back up again and yells for Trager.

Rick and Arthur come running.

“What, buddy?” Trager asked.

“Be on the lookout. That fucker…Damien. He wants to hurt us. Her and I will be right back, but while we are gone, check the house for anything suspicious, check for any weaknesses, broken locks, anything. He will not get into my home.”

“Got it, boss. Man, what the hell, bro.” Trager sighs, closing the door with Arthur to get to their new task.

~

Eddie started the engine to the car, his hand resting on my thigh tensely, the other hand gripping the steering wheel, the whites of his knuckles showing. Off we drove. We sat quietly beside each other. An ominous energy leaked softly off of Eddie’s presence, he is trying to keep it all together, but I can tell that note absolutely destroyed him, and he is just waiting for the moment it can be fixed.

We pull into the parking lot. He opens my door for me and helps me out.

“Oh god.” I huff. “Eddie, I…I’d love to go in, but with all this craziness, and the babies are being restless, I just need some fresh air out here…”

He grabbed me by the shoulders. “Okay, darling. Stay right out here if you have to. It won’t take too long to gather the things and bring them down. I’ll be back in ten minutes, if I don’t get distracted by making the baby's outfits sooner than I prepared for.”

“Make a matching one for me, okay?”

“Of course, darling. I love you so much. Here are the keys to the car, if you need to get back in and sit down, I know the children are heavy. Be sure to lock it if you do.”

I accept the keys in my hand and nod. He starts walking away towards the door. Once he is inside, I’m running down a few blocks to Damien’s house.

He must be eliminated.

I walk briskly across the parking lot and onto a sidewalk. I look both ways at a crosswalk, and run across once it cleared. The sunset is bright, beaming across all the buildings along the streets. I take a moment to breathe once I reach the other side of the road. I looked back towards the office to double check that Eddie had not come back out. The coast is clear.

I inhale deeply and start running down the sidewalk, clutching the keys to the car. My lungs aren't burning yet. The wind against my face feels good, freeing. I make another block down, and then another. The hunt begins. I heave and grasp my belly in exhaustion.

And that's when I see it.

Damien’s house.

A two story home, dark inside, and the lawn messy and overgrown. Of course a man like Damien lives like this, unkempt, unlike Eddie. I can’t see much from where I am standing yet. By now, the sun has gone down farther in just a few minutes, making the darkness stronger, the sunlight left is being blocked by other buildings. I slow down, and scurry into Damien’s messy yard. I hold my tummy and bend over as I race for the side of the brick wall of Damien’s house. I press myself against the wall and regain myself. I don’t notice anything in the window next to me, so I shuffle quietly to the end of the wall. My heart is racing, but picks up a notch when I hear voices. Voices coming from right outside his door. I peek an eye to see the front of the house. A woman, tall and lanky, with dark hair, is talking to Damien, who is standing in the doorframe, talking to her from 10 feet away. It looks like she is leaving. I focus harder to hear what they're saying.

“Dude, you need to stop this.” The woman said. She has a British accent.

“Why? You don’t get it. I can get her out of the picture in almost an instant!”

“But why do all this for Eddie?”

My heart drops, my blood runs cold. They are talking about…us?!

“There is no one like him, Angela.” Damien replies, frustrated. “I know what he is, she doesn't. I was nothing but nice to him, and she still hated me.”

“What is he, really? You have no proof of anything. All you have is that I guess he is a creepy guy with a messed up face, but that doesn’t make him…whatever you think.”

“I want him for what he is. His wife doesn’t have what it takes, I just know, I have seen it with my own damn eyes. She needs to leave him. Before he hurts someone again.”

“Again, you have no proof. You need to give up on this ‘Eddie Gluskin’.”

“My heart broke into a million pieces when he slammed me to the floor. But…something deep inside me wants that back. I will ruin him if it means I get close to him again.”

“I am worried for you. I really am, Damien. This isn’t you.”

“She should be worried because of him. She is even pregnant, for fuck’s sake. She needs to get out.”

“How do you know she wants out? She is perfectly happy and cooperating in making a family with him. Damien, listen to me. Eddie. Does. Not. Want. You.”

“You need to listen to me, Angela! He will want me. He doesn't know what I am capable of. I know what he is, and he WILL want me.”

“Damien. I am not gonna keep talking about this with you anymore. Goodbye. You need help.”

“FINE! Fuck you too!” Damien stormed back into his house, slamming the door behind him. The tall woman walked back to her car and got in.

I get down on my knees, the cold grass against my legs as I watch her drive away.

Does she know too much?

She might be next on my list.

Shit. This took longer than I thought. I zoned out. I need to get back to Eddie.

~

“Eddie! Do you need a hand?” I step out of the car as if I had been sitting there a while, smiling at him.

Eddie walks over to the trunk and pops the lid. In his hands are a few big bags of supplies and a sewing machine. He lays them onto the floor of the trunk. “I’m okay, darling. Let’s get you home.”

We buckle our seat belts for the ride back to the house. He rests his hand on my thigh again, not super tense anymore. He is a bit quiet again. His mind is occupied thinking about what he will create for our daughters. Do I tell him now? About what I heard? I can’t keep this to myself much longer. It is crumbling. The words are on the tip of my tongue. I sit in silence, my mind running over and over on when I should speak up…

We are about 5 more minutes to the mansion. The roads are nearly empty, the sun has just dipped below the horizon.

I gather myself. I turn to him, putting on a soft, innocent voice, “Eddie, uh…I…I have to tell you something.”

His demeanor stays the same, but his grip on my thigh tenses. “What is it, darling?” He kept his cool, but I can tell something chilling is hiding beneath it.

“I…I don’t want to make it worse, I don’t want to bother you more…but…” I look at my hands, playing around with my fingers. “Damien…has been…talking about me.”

His eyes stare at me blankly, something deep down is cracking.

“He…he’s been telling people…that…you are going to hurt me. He thinks I am in danger around you.”

Eddie stopped the car immediately, swerving to the side of the road. My heart races. I whimper and hold my tummy.

“What…did he say…?” Eddie is breathless.

“He wants to take you away from me.” I said, voice shaking. “He thinks you’re dangerous.”

He stared at me, face blank.

He began to chuckle with hints of insanity, “D…Damien?! Oh my lord.” He dragged his hand down his face in astonishment.

He grabbed my wrists tight after finishing his fit of laughter.

“Do you…believe that?” He hushed.

“I believe in us. Our love is what I believe. I have never doubted it.” I replied, taking his hand in mine and pressing it to our unborn daughters. “Do you feel it? Our love helps keep them alive.”

Looking down at his hands and then up at my face again, he is lost in my eyes for a moment.

“Well…” He said. “Darling. Be honest with me…”

I shudder.

“How do you want him to suffer?”

My mouth slowly slid into a sick smile. He is…letting me have the choice? I giggle, “Bad. Very bad.” I frown again, Eddie, he…he threatened our babies…”

“I know…he will regret being born when I find him.”

...Her heart flutters in her chest, getting faster and faster as the realization begins to settle in. He is giving her full control over how he will torture the threat. This is just what she wanted, needed, and craved primally…for yet another threat to be eliminated, without her having to hide it.

“Darling, listen closely.” Eddie murmured. “I am going to make sure he won’t live another day. I am going to take care of this, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Baby, wait! You can’t do this alone!”

“What…do you mean?” His eyelid twitches.

“I will help you. You have been doing all the work, I need to show you my love by helping murder Damien Rogers.”

A smile emerges on the groom’s face. “You’d…help me?”

“Of course I will! Don’t you know how much I want to tear his guts out? Ever since I met him I have hated him. He always was so touchy with you. It makes sense to you, doesn’t it, Eddie? He wants me out of the picture. He is trying to separate us.”

“He cannot separate us. You are always by my side. I love you, and only you. I would never let that filthy fucker rip us apart.”

“I love you too. When are we…doing this?”

“Let us go home now, but tomorrow we hunt. I’d love for you to help me, but I really am fearful of how it will affect the little ones.”

She runs her hand through his hair. “I know that. I am doing this for their future. So they can always be safe.”

“That is true, darling.” He kissed her softly. “They are so incredibly strong. I will do anything to keep them safe.”

The couple drives back home, plotting, planning. They check in with Richard, making sure nothing out of the ordinary happened while they were gone. Eddie brings all the sewing supplies up into the family room, for him to work on later.

Damien is first.

The plan that spawned is this: she texts Damien on her cellphone and manipulates him to show up somewhere, under the guise that she is in danger, and needs Damien’s help to escape. Damien will buy this, he wants her out of the picture, and meeting with her in private is the perfect time to smear her out of Eddie’s life.

Richard and Eddie sat in the dining room, an hour or so after he returned home. His wife was taking a hot shower to refresh herself. Arthur is drawing with crayons at the kitchen table while listening to the radio.

“That is perfect, buddy!” Trager exclaimed, after Eddie and his wife ran the plan through him first. “Stupid fuck will believe it.”

Eddie replied, “Tomorrow night, at dusk. He will meet her at the abandoned warehouse, deserted in the middle of an overgrown Florida field. I will make it fast. I can’t have her in any more danger than she is already. The second he enters that forgotten place is the second his fate is sealed.”

Richard’s tone became serious. “Eddie. You must be careful. One wrong thing, and all of us are caught and thrown back into the shithole prisons. You cannot fuck it up, buddy.”

Eddie took a sip of whiskey out of his crystal glass. “I know. I will not fail.”

Eddie’s darling finished her shower and put on a Victoria’s Secret robe he had bought her. She sat herself on their bed and brushed her hair, pondering what is to come.

Eddie came into the room, smiling at her as he closed the door.

“Darling.” He purred.

“How was it with Trager?”

“It went well.” Eddie sat down beside her and put his arm around her, stroking her back gently. “Everything is fine. No need to worry at all, my love. I hope the shower calmed your nerves. I also let Arthur burn the note Damien left us.”

“Perfect.” She stroked her tummy cautiously. “Everything will be perfect.”

“Of course…” He notices her rounded form, the robe parted open slightly around her waist. “You are perfect.”

Playfully, he begins to tickle her, bringing both of them down onto their backs on the bed. He unwrapped the robe, exposing her naked body. He snuggled close to her belly, massaging it all over.

“You know who else is perfect? My girls.” He said, talking specifically to them. He kissed her stomach. “Daddy loves you two so much. I’m right here.” He looked back up at her, “Your skin is so tender, let me lather you up in soap tomorrow, okay, darling?”

“Mmm, I’d love that.”

Eddie got back to whispering sweet things to her tummy again, “Daddy is going to make you both some more cute clothes. I’m gonna make you match with mommy, too. I wish you girls were big enough so I could see when you move around inside…”

His wife blushed. “Once month five comes, we will be able to spot them move. I can’t wait.” She put his hand in hers, squeezing her fingers around his.

“That is going to be so soon, did you hear that, my little lovebugs?”

Anytime he touches her, she relaxes completely. Lying in bed with him like this makes her wish she could freeze time. The heaviness of her center feels good, she enjoys every moment of this pregnancy journey, secretly wishes it could last forever.