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Her breathing was heavy. The pain took control of her body; squeezing and pounding every time she moved or spoke. Blood started to slide down the bruises on her back. Emma chewed on her bottom lip, trying to control her screams and whimpers. And they came out as faint cries which destroyed Chase's and Ty's hearts.

While Ky was crawled on a corner, sobbing frightening of what his eyes had to watch; his mom screaming out in pain, her blood stained on the couch as Ty and Chase fought with each other.

"Okay, Angel, me and Ty are going to carry you to the bathroom. Do you think you bear that?" Chase asked worriedly, stroking her shoulders gently, his eyes landed on the blood sliding down and his jaw tighten.

Ty's gaze flashed to Chase in disbelief. "Did you just call my girlfriend Angel?" Ty growled, smacking chase on the back the head.

"Yes, because her boyfriend is not doing anything to comfort her! No wonder why she end up marrying me!" He hissed. Ty's muscles tensed. The blood stared to boiled, his jaw flinched.

Chase glared over Emma who gripped to the sides of the couch fearfully. "I t-think I c-can.." Emma replied weakly, clutching onto Chase's shoulders as he slowly —and carefully—lift her up— in bridal style—.  "Alright my love?" Ty asked, trying to pulled her away from Chase's arms but she winced and whimpered.

"Yes, b-but hurry u-up. Please." She begged, hiding her face on Chase's strong chest, making Ty growled in the back of his throat. As Chase grinned mischievously back to Ty.

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Chase slowly took off Emma's bloody shirt , not letting it touch the bruises on her back. It revealed a red bra with black spots. He chuckled to himself but quickly shook it off before lustful thoughts attacked his mind.

She was in so much pain, Emma stood there with her eyes closed. Not seeing or knowing what Chase was doing. Her breath was caught in her throat when she felt Chase tracing his finger from her chest down to her hips to pull off her pants. "Um, T-Ty?" Emma asked nervously.

"Not Ty. Chase." Just his British accent calmed her down. The way he spoke make her feel safe. Despite how uncomfortable the early moment was. —Yet Chase find it quite enjoyable—

It was when she felt his hands unclip her bra that make her weakly jerked away. "W-What are you d-doing chase?" She asked. But it came out as a whimper since the pain haven't left her.

"Um, I'm taking off your clothes to get you to the bathtub?" He replied, feeling amused a little yet worried. "But Ty—"

"He wants to kill me, yes." Chase laughed, he brought his hands to her face. Cupping her cheeks gently, she opened her eyes to meet his hazel's. "I know this is uncomfortable for you Emma but Ty doesn't know what to do." Chase shrugged, rubbing Emma's cheek's with his thumbs. "I'm the one studying to a be doctor; I know what am I doing."

She nodded slowly, but grabbed his arm before he could unclip her bra. "Can Ty be here?" Emma asked, gripping onto his arm. "I can call him, but he's taking care Ky."

"Look, Emma. You have all the right to feel uncomfortable but I'm just trying to help you. I swear I won't touch anything unnecessarily." Chase said, sadness writing his eyes. The denial of her trust hurt him, but he couldn't blame her. She was begin loyal to Ty and that is something admirable.

"O-Okay." Emma whispered, he slowly unclipped her bra, letting it slide down until hitting the floor. And then he pulled down her underwear. She whimper embarrassed. Clutching onto his shoulder.

Sure, Chase had seen her naked in the past but now it was different. Now, she was pregnant. Everything swollen and fatter. Made her feel really embarrassed.

"Emma, don't be silly." Chase said softly, carefully lifting her naked body up and placing her in the tub which was filled with hot water. She yelp and gripped tighter onto his shoulder. "W-What do you mean?" She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she completely submerged in the water.

"I know what are you thinking. Don't feel embarrassed," He placed his hand on top of her belly which peek out of the water. And stroke it gently. "In my opinion, your body is even beautiful—er, now." Chase smiled softly. Emma blushed, hitting his shoulder.

"Chase." She warned.
"Too much?"
"Yes."

(I apologize for any grammar mistakes.) ~ Nicki🖤