"I feel fucking huge," I muttered.

"Well, you're nineteen weeks pregnant," Lindsey said. "You're only gonna get bigger."

I whined and Jamia laughed quietly. She's been around more often, which was actually nice because she was really great.

"Can I have some water?" I asked and Lindsey nodded, getting me a glass.

I felt a movement in my stomach and smiled.

"The baby just kicked," I said.

Lindsey put her hand on my stomach and frowned. "I don't feel anything."

"I don't think you'll be able to feel it for like two more weeks," I said. "Or it could've been a gas bubble, I'm still learning to distinguish the two."

Sure enough, a few moments later I farted and blushed.

"Gerard," Lindsey complained.

"Can't blame me, I'm pregnant," I stated.

I giggled, standing up. I groaned as my phone fell and invent over to pick it up. My stomach wasn't ginormous yet but I was definitely getting big and bending over was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

Jamia was typing on her high tech laptop, doing something that I couldn't even try to comprehend. Trust me, I tried when she explained to me but it felt like my head was doing somersaults.

"Change the channel," I said when my show ended and I sat my glass down onto the counter.

"Please," Lindsey muttered.

"Please," I repeated.

She changed the channel and I grabbed a grape from Mikey's bowl. There was some random show playing when it changed again.

"Hey, I didn't get a chance to see what that was," I complained.

"I didn't change it," Lindsey said, pointing the remote at the tv as she tried to change the channel but it did nothing.

The camera flicked up from the ground and showed Frank huddled against the wall, hugging the dirty kitten stuffie to his chest.

Jamia hurried forward, attaching a wire from her laptop to the tv.

"C'mon, c'mon, connect quickly," she hissed.

Two men in bunny masks stepped forward, grabbing Frank by his arms as they lifted him to his feet, keeping him up. Frank kept the stuffie clutched into his right hand, which I only now noticed had only four fingers, not five.

I looked at Jamia's computer, which had a loading bar across the screen that said 'Connection At 57%'.

A fourth bunny came forward with a laptop and a video started playing as Frank watched it. I could immediately tell it was the video from me in the basement of the bar.

"His stomach," Frank whispered, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. "I-I'm really gonna be a dad."

Jamia's computer now said 'Connection At 73%'.

The video played on until you could hear my screams.

"Don't fucking touch him," Frank seethed. "I'll fucking kill all of you! Don't you fucking hurt him or my baby! I'll fucking kill you!"

He thrashed around but wasn't able to get out of their grip. The laptop bunny set the device down and picked something else up. My heart sunk in my chest when I saw it was a cattle prod. They ripped Frank's shirt off and pressed the metal part to his skin. You could hear the electric zap as Frank screamed.

"Come on!" Jamia yelled.

'Connection At 98%'.

I covered my ears, sobbing as I tried to block out Frank's gut wrenching screams as he was struck with the cattle prod over and over again. It all ended suddenly as the tv went back to the cartoon it was originally playing.

"No!" Jamia screamed and the computer read 'Connection Lost'.

She leaned back, running a hand down her face. Mikey helped steady me as I almost collapsed and brought me back to the bedroom.

"You should get some rest," he said quietly.

He helped me lay down before quickly leaving again.

"What were you doing?" I heard Lindsey ask.

"Trying to connect to the broadcast," she said. "If it had connected before it ended then we would've been able to find out their location. They must've known exactly how long to make it so that way I wouldn't have time to connect. They're fucking smart, I've never had a case like this before."

I cried silently, hugging my stuffie. Everytime I closed my eyes, I just kept seeing Frank getting electrocuted. His screams were ringing in my ear. Oh god, I hope my baby didn't hear it too. I didn't want them to listen to their father's torturous screams.

"It's gonna be okay, sweetheart," I whispered, rubbing my belly gently. "E-everything's gonna be okay once daddy comes back home. I love you, baby."

There was no kick in response or any sort of movement. I'd have to wait a few more weeks for that I think.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay again," I whispered.

I turned over to my other side, feeling a small pain in my lower abdomen.

"Once Frankie gets home then everything will be okay again," I said.

I could still hear them talking outside, which at least help to distract me a little bit.

"Don't worry," I whispered. "Daddy's gonna come home and he's gonna take care of us, he would never let us down."

I stood up and looked out the window. Mikey was walking down the front path to Pete's car, leaning in to give him a kiss. He said something before the two of them came inside.

"Hey," Lindsey said softly, opening the door. "Do you want some water or something?"

I shook my head, sniffling quietly.

"Stop it! This is my evidence!" I heard Jamia shout.

I walked out as Pete was putting the finger and bunny into evidence bags. I gagged slightly when I saw Frank's pinky.

"This is police evidence," he said. "And whatever you have on your laptop must also be confiscated."

"What?!" Jamia shrieked, jumping to her feet. "You can't take my fucking laptop!"

"It is police evidence," he stated.

Pete went to grab her laptop but Jamia shoved him. He reacted quickly, grabbing his handcuffs. He handcuffed her wrists behind her back.

"Stop it!" I cried. "You can't take her! She's helping me get my Frankie back!"

"You're a detective," Pete said, "I'm sure I don't have to read you your rights, you know them. You're being arrested on charges of assault."

"Are you kidding me?" Jamia asked. "I barely even touched you."

Pete pulled Jamia out of the room, locking her in the back of his car. He grabbed her laptop and the evidence as I sobbed.

"Wh-what is he doing?" I cried. "Why would he do this? She's helping! Why would he arrest her if she's helping?!"

"I'm gonna call Pete," Mikey said, stepping out onto the back patio.

"She could have found him," I said. "There's no way she'll be able to find him now that she's in prison."

"Come on, we don't know if she's going to prison," Lindsey said. "We'll probably have to go to court too to testify, if they know it was just some tiny shove then she'll probably only get a large fine or community service."

"I-I have to go into a court and talk in front of people with my stomach?" I asked nervously.

Just when I thought things were getting okay again it was all ruined. I really thought Jamia was going to find him and it would all be okay again.

"Just sit down and relax," Lindsey said.

I whimpered, sitting down on the couch, resting a hand on my stomach.

"I want Frankie back," I said.

I looked at the photo of Frank sleeping on the ground, hugging the kitten stuffie. I cried softly and she wrapped her arms around me.

"It's okay, sweetheart, everything's gonna be fine," she said, resting her hand on my stomach. "And this little baby's gonna have the best life with two days who love them with all their hearts."

She kissed my cheek and I took a few deep breaths. I could see Mikey outside on the phone and he looked upset.

"What do you think about Mikey and Pete?" I asked. "I-It makes me feel kind of uneasy, I don't know why. Just a gut instinct that something bad will happen because of it. Pete's gonna break Mikey's heart. Mikey always falls in love too quickly and falls really hard when he gets heartbroken. I don't want to see him again like he was last time. Mikey trusts too quickly."

"I think it'll be okay," Lindsey said.

"He's my little brother, I don't wanna see him hurt," I said. "And my baby too, I keep worrying about their health. I can't wait until they're born. I always feel like someone is gonna see my stomach and think I'm a freak and beat me and end up killing the baby."

"I'd die before letting anyone lay a hand on you or my godchild," she said.

I nodded, wiping away my tears.

"Now, boy or girl?" She asked.

I giggled quietly and she smiled.

"Come on, I can't take this anticipation, I have to know," she said.

I bit my lip, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Okay," I agreed quietly.

"Really?" She asked in shock.

"I mean, someone is gonna have to buy the clothes and decorate the room," I said. "But just don't let me know. You and Mikey can buy everything that's needed. I don't want a baby shower or anything."

Lindsey squeezed my hand, trying to hide her excitement. I got up, grabbing the envelope from my nightstand. I hesitated for a moment, looking at the envelope in my hand before finally giving it to him. Lindsey ripped it open, a huge smile on her face. She giggled happily, clutching the paper to her chest.

"God, I couldn't have possible waited nineteen more weeks," she said. "You're halfway done."

I smiled softly and nodded. I sat down and she put the paper back into the envelope.

"But I can't let you pay for this all on your own," I said.

"Stop fucking worrying about that," she said. "I'm paying for everything. And Mikey and your mom will chip in too. You don't have to worry about any of it."