What if

Chapter 21

Lucy's pov
"Lucy how did it go? Have we got a photo yet?" Angela runs at me smiling.
"Little one is fine" i say showing her the scan photos, i smile a little.
"Aww Lucy, I'm so happy for you"
"Thank you"
I notice Tim walking down towards us, I look back for a second to see if Chris is still there. Tim smiles at me and carries on walking past.
I look at Angela slightly confused.
"He's having one of them days" she says.
"Fair enough, I'm gonna go be sick again I'll be back" i say as I walk off into the bathroom and throw up.

Lucy's pov
12 weeks pregnant.
"I'll see you tonight yeah?" Chris says as we pull up to the police station.
"Yeah of course you will, can I ask you something?"
This is probably not a good idea but it's been bugging me since the scan we had at 8 weeks.
"What? Are you only asking me this because you know I can't touch you right now?"
"What? No" I say as I grips hold of my thigh. "Ow"
"ask" he says firmly.
"Why did you tell them that we found out at 8 weeks?" I say nervously.
"Are you seriously that stupid?" He says increasing his grip.
"What?"
"If I told them we knew for two weeks they'd question why we didn't go sooner? What excuse would we have had? huh? That we didn't want an internal examination because of the bruises you had, and we had to wait for the ones on your stomach to fade enough? Don't be so fucking stupid! Now go!"
He says letting go of my thigh, I get out of the car and he just drives off.
I just stand there, staring into space.
"Lucy?" I hear Angela shouting me.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay? You're staring into space"
"I'm tired that's all" I say smiling as i head into the lockers.
"Baby keeping you up already?"
"Yeah you could say that" I say half giggling.

Flashback to the night before
Lucy's pov
I'm currently laid in bed, curled up on my left side. It's like 1am, I just can't sleep for the life of me. I feel Chris get into bed next to me and he puts his arm around me.
"You still awake?" He asks.
"Mhm yeah"
"You look good"
"Thank you"
"Do you know what will tire you out?"
"What?"
I know what he's going to say, I don't have the energy or the motivation to even fight him on this. H places his hand at the top of my shorts sliding them down.
"Yeah?" He says as he slides his shorts down.
"I'm tired.." I say hoping for once he will just listen, but I can't moan really because he's been calmer the last few days and we haven't had sex in about a week. So I'm sure he will say I'm not fulfilling his needs.

"You just lay there, I'll be gentle I promise" he says.
He lifts my leg slightly, positioning himself, I feel his hard erect dick pressing against me.
He slides his dick into me, i sigh but also wince a little at the same time. He places arms across me, with his hands on my shoulders.
"Mhm fuck" I moan as he glides in and out of me.
I don't even feel the pleasure of having sex but I've learned that if I make out like I'm enjoying it, he for some reason doesn't do as many rounds.
Still a few but not as many.
He wasn't gentle, I don't think he knew what that word means.
"You're such a good momma" he whispers in my ear as he groans. "How easy is it when you just do what I want you to hmm"
He starts thrusting into me harder and faster, I feel sick.
I don't think it's the sick feeling I get when he normally has sex with me, I genuinely feel like I'm going to be sick. This pregnancy sickness has been awful, it's all I've been doing.
He starts getting more rough, I feel our skins hitting each other. The sound it makes.
"Ow"
Ignoring my wincing in pain he continues, getting faster with each stroke, harder. I just lay here staring into space, letting him continue.
Trying so hard to not be sick. Throbbing.
His dick starts throbbing inside me, he groans in my ear sending a shiver down my spine, releasing his cum in me as he tightens his grip.
"You're getting so well behaved."  He slides his dick out of me. I wait for about 5 seconds before climbing out of bed, feeling his cum dripping down my legs, my breathlessness and the feeling that I'm about to be sick.
I run to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet as I throw up.
"Are you fucking serious?" He shouts as he comes storming into the bathroom. I can't even reply as I'm still throwing up.
I want this to end.
"I'm sick of hearing you throw up but throw up just after I've fucked you is a whole over level of stupidity" he snaps at me.
I lean back after I finally stop throwing up.
"I'm sorry..your baby just keeps making me throw up" i mutter.
"So now you're blaming my baby" he says grabbing a hold of me and pinning me to the wall.
I feel my heart drop.
"No I'm not saying that.."
"So what is it? My baby or me because clearly you've just been sick now?"
"Pregnancy.." I didn't know what to say.
"Get in the bedroom" he says as he drops his grip of me. I walk nervously into the bedroom, he followed closely behind and shuts the door.

He pushes me onto the bed, "let's really tire you out" he snaps. "Are you deaf?" He says picking me up with hands in between my legs, he puts in front of him, and lowers me down so his dick is in me again.
"Owwwww!"
He ignores me and starts fucking me hard. 
"Oww" "fuckk" "pplleaseee"
"You love it Lucy" "how lucky are you that I am the one fucking you" "your body is disgusting"
He keeps groaning these things in to my ear as he keeps a firm grip on my hips.
I try and pull off him but it doesn't work, he just slams me down. "Owww fuck"
"Don't be so fucking stupid!"
I can't fight this anymore.
I just let him continue the pain is unbearable but he's not being as rough as he was before so that's an improvement right.
"Stop being lazy no wonder you are so fat"
I just start riding him up and down slowly, trying to keep my balance as I don't know where I can put my hands. He just looks at me.
"I'm not a monster you can rest your hands on me to keep your balance" he says kissing my neck and moving one hand take hold of mine placing them on his chest.
"Faster" he groans so I do.
I'm so tired.
"Mhmm" I moan as I feel him throbbing in me, I hate that being pregnant has been made so sensitive in so many ways not just emotions.
He angles himself so he's hitting my clit as he slams in to me four times.
"Fuckkkkk" I moan.
I slow down as I feel him release his cum into me.
"You loved it didn't you" he whispers in my ear.

Lucy's pov current time.
It's just before lunch and I've walked out of the lockers. I take my phone out of my pocket.
-2 messages-
Chris: can't make lunch today due to work.
Chris: keep my baby alive.
Lucy: okay babe and I will
Chris: good
I put my phone back in my pocket and i see Tim walking down towards me.
"'Not meeting Chris?" He asks me.
"No, he has to stay at work" i say slightly confused as we have barely spoken since that time a couple of weeks ago.
"You look shattered, do you want to take a nap in my office?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm just going to be doing some paper work, and you look exhausted. Bet little one is keeping you up"
"Something like that and thank you" i say smiling as we walk to his office.