I was mean and left it on a cliffy last time... I regret nothing! Here's the next chappie! Prepare for this one ;) Enjoy!

-Brice's POV-

As soon as I said those words, Seto froze, eyes wide in disbelief, fear flashing through them.

His breathing hitched, and he sucked in a sharp intake of breath, pale as a sheet, eyes bulging. He gripped my hands, and I could feel him start to shake.

"W-what?" he managed to choke out hoarsely, growing paler by the second. I sighed, pulling my scared little husband closer, hugging him gently, as I tried to calm him as much as I could.

To be honest, I was just as scared as he was.

Chase called me in a panic, saying that he'd received something in the post - photographs of Seto and I in our home library, taken through the window.

There was only one note, and the message made my blood run cold.

'Is it triple homicide if one of the victims was pregnant?'

I blinked back tears as I held Seto a little tighter, burying my face in his hair.

"I-it's not f-fair... w-we only just g-got here, w-why does it a-always happen t-to u-us?" Seto wailed, sobbing and shaking so much that he almost seemed like he was having a fit!

I shushed him gently, cradling my baby to my chest. I had to protect him. I had to make sure Seto and our child were safe before anything else.

That bastard is going to pay. I swear on my life, Hanson will pay.

"Shh, shh, baby, look at me. Look at me, Seto." I whispered in his ear,mane he glanced up at me unsteadily, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"I will doing everything in my power to protect you, and our child, and bring that fucker down. You have to go to Chase and Colin's, it's not safe here. I'm gonna go to the police, and they'll lock him away for good, understand? But I need you to promise me that you'll do as I say. Please, Seto, promise me." I urged, needing him to do as I ask, needing him to stay safe.

He nodded into my neck, and looked up at me, still looking petrified and pale, but there was promise swimming in his wide eyes.

"I will." he breathed, and I offered him a weak smile, kissing him feverishly, letting him know through one act how much I loved him.

"Chase is going to get you while I go to the police station. I'll lock all the doors, make sure you keep your phone nearby, and stay in the bedroom until Chase arrives, ok? I don't want to leave you alone, but I can't take you to the station in your condition, I can't risk it." I whispered, letting the tears flow gently, and Seto whimpered, but nodded non the less.

He laced his fingers into my hair, making me look up into his soulful eyes, and he pressed our foreheads together.

"I trust you, Brice." he whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Before my resolve crumbled, I stood up, slipping my hand into his.

I quickly led him to our bedroom, grabbing a hold-all and stuffing clothes into it frantically, Seto doing his best to help, although with one hand almost permanently curled protectively around the baby bump, it was still a stressful task.

I sat him down on the bed once I had done packing, giving him a quick kiss before cupping his wet cheek, making sure he was looking me in the eye.

"I love you, Seto. Stay safe, and try to relax a little. I don't want anything to happen to you, or the baby. Chase will be here in half an hour, tops, and he has a key to the door, so you don't need to move from this spot." I instructed, pecking his lips quickly to silence a small sob.

"I promise, once Hanson is caught, we can finally put everything behind us, but first, we need to do this. I'll see you at Chase's flat, ok?" I muttered, grabbing the bag and giving him one last kiss. He wiped his eyes,sniffling as I went.

"I-I love you t-too, Brice." he croaked, and that was the last thing I heard before I closed the door, praying that my baby would be safe.

Hanson will pay.

-Seto's POV-

As I heard the the door close, I let out all the tears I had been so desperately trying to hold in, obviously failing, while he said goodbye, falling back onto the bed and curling up on my side.

I hated this. I hated it. This was our home, he place our baby was going to grow up in, and that bastard was trying to ruin it. Ruin us.

Why, what had we ever done to deserve this? Why was he so fixated on threatening us and our friends?

I looked down at my phone through blurred vision, checking the time. Chase was supposed to be here any minute, and I felt a sense of slight comfort in the knowledge.

Despite acting like a terrible person in the past, he was a good guy, a little rough around the edges, but a good guy. And he could pack a punch if needed.

My eyes flicked over to a picture on the dresser, of Brice and I at our wedding, and felt a warm sense of relief knowing that Brice was out there right now trying to take down Hanson.

I laid there for twenty minutes, trying to calm down as I hugged the bump, feeling Spud squirm around inside me. Somehow, that made me feel better.

"Not long now, baby, just a few more minutes then we're safe, ok? Don't be scared, love, I won't let anything happen to you." I cooed to Spud, and the squirming quietened to small hiccups and butterflies, making me smile a little. I wasn't alone here.

I heard the front door open and close, then slow footsteps up the stairs. I sighed in relief, immensely glad that Chase had a key to our house so I didn't have to get up myself.

One, I'm very pregnant, and getting off the bed on my own can take anywhere between two, and ten minutes.

Second, I don't know if I could pluck up the courage to go down and open the front door if someone knocked.

The footsteps paused outside he room, and there was a soft knock. I smiled a little, starting to clam down slightly.

"Come in, Chase, it's open." I called, and there was a small moment of silence for, before the door knob turned and the door swung open.

My smile dropped instantly, replaced with panic as I stared in terror as they walked in, slowly and deliberately, smirking wolfishly. It wasn't Chase.

"Hello, mommy." Hanson Callaghan purred, simpering menacingly.

I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could, phone gripped so tight I'm sure my knuckles were white.

"Wh-what are y-you doing h-here...?" I wheezed, panic flooding my system, breathing picking up speed. Hanson chuckled darkly, a shark like grin on his face.

"Why, I'm just here to give you a little house warming present. After all, we haven't seen each other for, I don't know, four years, give or take?" he hummed, taking a step closer.

I took a step back, and ice cold shivers ran down my spine, as my back hit the wall. I was cornered like some sort of animal.

"W-hey are you d-doing this, Hanson?" I choked out, hunching in on myself a little more, desperate to protect the baby. Hanson just smirked, eyes narrowing.

"I always did wonder what you sounded like. Always thought you'd stay a quiet little bitch forever if I'm honest. What a surprise. Looks like I was wrong." he growled, sounding sincere and feral at the same time, taking another step closer.

A whimper bubbled in my throat, but I swallowed it down, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he was scaring me.

Hanson reached into his pocket, and suddenly there was a sharp, glinting object being waved in the air.

Hanson teased the tip of the knife with his index finger, playing with it between his thumb and forefinger, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I wonder if your voice is as pretty when you're screaming." he snarled, and I sank to the ground, scrambling into the corner, trying to protect Spud as much a I could.

I couldn't let him hurt me, I couldn't let him hurt my baby.

I felt the sickeningly familiar coil of power, that had been laying dormant for so long, tight in my abdomen, sparks riveting through my veins.

It's so dangerous... but what choice did I have?

Just one step closer...

Hanson edged closer, and was in my range. I'm sorry, little one. I'm so sorry if I hurt you.

I raised my shaking hand just as the bedroom door slammed open, Chase hurtling into the room as a burst of violet white lightning flew from my hand blasting Hanson straight through his chest, making him crumple to the ground as he was knocked back.

His body landed with a reverberating thud, his glazing eyes open and blank as they stared coldly up at the ceiling. He... He was gone.

Pain suddenly ripped through my body, bubbling up angrily through my stomach and out my mouth in a scream.

It hurt so bad. But I had no choice. I had to protect the baby.

"Seto!"

I gasped as a clammy hand cupped the back of my head, another wrapping around my shoulder, hauling me up carefully so I was sitting once more.

The shock of he pain must have made me fall, because I don't remember lying back down.

"Shit, Seto! You used a lot of magic!" Chase grimaced, deep concern and fear in his eyes. I hissed as more pain rippled through me, and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I-it was the only w-way." I managed to pant, gripping my stomach, curling in on myself subconsciously.

Please be ok, please be ok...

Chase ran a hand through his hair, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"I know, but- shit, come on, I'll help you onto the bed. I'm going to call Brice." he said hurriedly, holding me carefully as he helped to lower me back onto the bed, muttering apologies as I flinched in pain.

As soon as I settled, he whipped his phone out of his pocket, tapping a few buttons before holding the device to his ear.

"Brice, it's me, Chase... You need to get here now! The plan didn't work. No, he's.... dealt with... On your way, call Colin and tell him to bring the 2-70v and the sonogram case B, he'll know what it means. Hurry!" he barked, hanging up and letting out a shaky breath, pointedly ignoring the crumpled heap that was Hanson on the ground.

He turned to me, forcing a small smirk, tentatively resting a hand on my stomach.

"Hang in there, Seto, they're on their way." he assured, but I didn't know who he was talking to, himself or me.

Everything was a little out of focus and the pain was still there and oh god, I'm terrified. What's happening?

"Chase, the b-baby!" I gasped, gritting my teeth as my stomach lurched, Chase pressing the side of the bump in concern, scanning my body for anything abnormal.

Suddenly, there was a tight feeling in my lower abdomen, and I flinched as I felt a rush of warm liquid gush out of me down my leg.

I froze, eyes wide, looking up fearfully at Chase, who was as pale as a ghost, eyes bulging in shock.

"Is that...?" I whispered hoarsely, feeling my breath leave me in short pants. Chase nodded, eyes glued to my stomach.

There was another jab of pain, and that's when it all came down on me.

Hanson tried to kill me.

My water just broke.

I'm going into labour.

"T-the b-b-baby!" I croaked, tears burning my eyes crying out softly as more pain - what I now realised to be contractions - wracked my body, and my face crumpled into sobs.

He can't be born yet, it's too soon. He still has at least another month!

Chase scurried into the en suite bathroom, cursing, rummaging around before running back out not moments later, arms laden with towels.

He hurriedly came to my side, dropping the towels on the floor nearby, gingerly manoeuvring me so I was propped up against the headboard, a thick layer of towels spread out beneath me, pulling on the hem of my sweats just as his phone rang.

He growled, cursing yet again before using his elbow to press accept, answering it on speaker, still helping me get out of my clothes. Like it or not, the baby was coming.

"Chase, Brice called, told me what you needed, do you want me to grab anything else? Blondies already on his way to you now!" Colin called out through the speaker in a surprisingly calm voice.

Chase grunted in acknowledgment, finally managing to tug my pants and underwear off, tossing them to one side.

"The baby is coming now, so get the bag with the green tag from the-"

He paused, face frozen in horror as he looked down between my legs. Dread hit me, and I desperately tried to crane my neck to see what was wrong.

Chase balked, glancing up at me with fear in his eyes, before looking back down, gulping.

"Colin, bring the yellow tagged bag as well. T-the baby looks to be breech. He's haemorrhaging-"

There was a gasp from the door, and in hurled the person I needed the most right now. Brice.

I'm cruel again for that cliffy. Btw breech means baby is coming out the wrong way if you didn't know, and haemorrhaging is a fancy term for bleeding out a lot. Hope you enjoyed, can't wait for the next one. Luvs yas! Laika out. ><