"Ow!" I woke up from my deep sleep to a sharp stabbing feeling in my belly.

I tried to help myself up but failed as the sensation shot through my body again.

With my eyes closed, I told myself to hold the scream in but in a few minutes it passed and I finally allowed myself to breathe again.

The alarm clock besides my bed blinked 6 A.M and the bright light was shining through. I was so tired and my whole body ached. It was like I hadn't slept at all last night and I had started to notice the weight that came with my bulging tummy, sometimes causing me to feel suffocated when I laid on my back.

My breasts occasionally felt swollen and sore and my feet hurt like hell. Carrying a baby wasn't easy and with everything happening it just made things worse. I always imagined having the father of my baby helping me with almost everything like they make it seem in the movies but for me that was out of the question. I was totally on my own.

My hands went straight to my belly and I started brushing it. The pain I had felt was probably caused by my baby shifting positions. I closed my eyes and tried to get some more sleep and stop whining because no matter what, I loved this baby to heaven and back. I was so tired of crying and being sad. It's time to focus on the positives and that was what I was going to do.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was eight a.m. and I was dead hungry. I got up, made my bed, and then took a shower as quickly as I could. After that, I just pulled on some sweats and fluffy slippers before leaving the room.

There was no one in sight and it was kind of scary, the passage was dark and I couldn't help but walk fast to the steps. The steps were a lot and halfway through, I was dead tired. None the less I carried on down until I reached the last step and took a deep relieved breath.

I walked into the dining room to find all kinds of mouth-watering food scattered across the long dining table, making my stomach grumble. I took a seat and dished up, there was no one in sight except for a few guards and some maids here and there.

Another chair was pulled, drawing me away from my yummy food.

It was Loala. She was wearing black jeans and a nice classy knitted sweater with her hair down. Two guards were standing just right behind her looking cautious. I remember when that used to be me, but now I wasn't even important enough to have one guard. I went back to my food, grabbing a slice of toast with cheese and bit hungrily into it, but I could feel her staring at me, so I stopped eating.

"Hi," I finally said awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. I mean what do you say to the love of your baby daddy's love of his life?

"Hey," she replied and that was that. I continued to awkwardly eat my bread in silence until I heard another chair being pulled almost a minute later and this time I knew who it was.

At first it was silence and then I heard my name.

"Harley, what are you doing here?" Rafael asked and I was confused of what he meant.

"I'm eating?" I said back perplexed.

"You not allowed here," he said, his voice rising.

"Well, where am I supposed to eat?" I asked feeling a bit annoyed. He was fucking with me.

"I don't fuck'n care Harley just not around us." he said angrily.

Not when me and my baby were so hungry. I took one last big bite of my toast and that's when he snapped.

"Get the fuck out of here Harley before I get out of my chair and drag you to a cell!" He yelled and I quickly scrambled up.

I ran to the kitchen, feeling needles in my heart, but I didn't cry, not this time.

When I got in there they were all washing dishes.

"Hi, sorry, " I said quietly as they all turned.

"Can we help you miss?" They asked.

"Can I please have some breakfast?" I asked back nicely.

"Oohh sorry ma'am, all the food is in the dining room. You should go eat there," One answered looking confused.

"Is there nothing else I can get here? Some fruits or chips?" I asked.

"No, everything is finished and the pots are washed. Even the guards have eaten their share," The girl replied.

I nodded and turned, walking out.

As I passed the dining room where all the food, I held my head low, careful not to look Loala or Rafael in the eye. I heard Loala ask "Who is she?"

"She's nothing but a stray. No need to worry about her sweetie, I don't want to you near her," Rafael answered as he sipped his coffee.

I quickened my pace to the steps and made my way up. Being hurt was an understatement of what I felt. There was no words to describe my life at this point. I was worthless, nothing but the lowest of the low.

Halfway up I felt like I was going to faint so I stopped walking and took deep breaths.

I wanted to be immune to his words, so that whatever he said or did wouldn't hurt me, but it was impossible. Every time he did something, it felt like I wanted to cry. If I continued like this, I would lose the baby.

Did I even want this baby anymore?

On one hand, I didn't want to bring the baby to this evil place, but on the other hand I loved the baby like crazy and felt like she was the only person left in this life whom I would treasure and be treasured back by. She was my baby girl.

Feeling a bit better, I walked up the rest of the stairs to my room. I had noticed that the maids had only cleaned the halls on this side so I did a little cleaning and I have to say it was hard. I don't know how they did it. Cleaning was like torture. Finishing everything and being satisfied with what I saw, I went back to bed to take a nap, there was basically nothing else to do and I just wanted to take my mind off the fact that I was hungry.

I woke up abruptly as someone knocked on the door, I stretched myself then quickly walked there to open the door and there was Tom.

"Hi, stranger," He said smiling and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi to you too" I replied.

He was holding a plate full of messy mouth-watering food.

"I heard what happened and the guards each gave up some of their food for lunch," he explained, "Are you okay? I was in south Africa when I heard that you got in a car accident I rushed back as soon as the call went through." He continued with a sincere look of concern.

"I'm okay, I'm trying. Thank you?" I said taking the food gratefully and devouring it.

"Please thank the guys for me."

"Will do ma'am," he replied.

"How's our little girl doing?"

"She's good, I woke up to a sharp pain this morning.

I think the baby was turning." I said shyly.

"Are you sure Harley? Maybe you need a doctor," He said getting closer and sitting at the bed next to me.

"If the pain continues I will find you and we'll go see the doctor"

"Okay, we're wing mates now by the way," He said, I looked at him confused.

"My room is right next to yours," he said.

Oohh, I remember him mentioning that before but it seemed like a lifetime ago.

"But I don't spend much time here because I usually just go home to my siblings," he said.

"Oohh wow that's great, we should totally have a PJ party then."

"Definitely," He replied excited.

"How are the twins doing?"

"They're so troublesome, just always fighting or getting up to no good."

"Poor you," I said with a laugh.

"They just don't give me a break, always in some trouble." He said chuckling.

"That's just how kids are," I replied and we both went quiet, awkwardly looking at each other.

"Can I please touch your baby bump?" He finally asked and it took some time for me to clear my throat and nod.

He got closer and first softly brushed my belly. It was a nice feeling in a way but in a way it felt wrong. He pulled himself closer to me and placed his face on my belly, I couldn't help but awkwardly sit there.

As much as it was awkward, it was also comforting in a way.

I took deep breaths and took his hand in mine and held it tightly.