Light shines on my face, my eyes blur and ache. Confusion clouds throughout my body. Where am I? Where's Vidar? My surroundings become clearer, crisper.

My heart stops pumping as recognition clicks. He's found me. Oh dear God he's found me.

"You fucking bitch." I am grabbed and thrown to the floor roughly, I go to protect my stomach but find it far smaller.

I cry out at the first kick of the boots, curling up to protect myself. But it's futile. There are too many of them. All I can do is scream.

"Astrid!"

I scream even louder, begging them to stop.

I can feel someone shaking me, I jolt upwards and find myself drenched in sweat. "Astrid baby." A few seconds pass before my brain connects the voice to Vidar. I whimper and relax into his chest.

It was so real.

He's going to find me.

Liam breaks my sobs with his own, I freeze. Liam is crying. I look up at Vidar, who is looking down at me with a face of panic and terror, and smile.

"He's crying!" I exclaim joyously, "he feels safe here... with you." All my previous anguish is buried now under the relief of Liam. I stand from the bed and coo at Liam.

"Hi baby. Mummy's ok now. Look Liam, I'm ok." I scoop him up and begin to rock him.

A presence stands behind me, I take a step back into the warmth of Vidar and sigh softly. I feel his lips gently brush against my temple as we both look down at Liam who is drifting back to sleep.

Shifting my face slightly, I lean into the kisses. His lips carefully descend down my cheek and I whimper slightly in pleasure.

I place Liam back in his cot, tucking him in while Vidar's hands wind their way around my waist. Spinning around, I find my chest pressed against his, a hand gently strokes away the tears from my cheeks.

"I'm here Astrid. You're safe now and forever and I..."

I cut off his words by anxiously pressing my lips to his. He freezes for precisely a second, I begin to panic and pull away. I've never been kissed before so it's probably awful. Vidar's arms wind tighter around my body, hauling me to him, he kisses me back.

My body folds into his, safety and warmth fill my soul as he pulls me on top of him on the bed. All too soon my lungs are burning and I have to pull away. My forehead rests on his as I pant for air.

He doesn't push any further, doesn't go in for another kiss. I'm both relieved and disappointed. I feel like I've pushed myself enough for one night. Vidar laughs softly and pulls me into a hug on top of his chest, a blanket is pulled over our bodies.

"Get some rest baby."

And I do.

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"Nooooo!" I grumble as I feel someone shifting me awake.

A deep chuckle fills my ears and I jolt my eyes open. I'm laying on Vidar's chest once again, his lips pressed to my forehead, hands caressing my back in long, sweeping strokes. I sigh contentedly and burrow my face deeper into the crook of his neck.

Without ever pausing from loving my back, he asks me to tell him about myself. I swallow heavily, I'm nothing exciting. If anything the kidnapping was the best thing going for me.

"Ok." I admonish, "but I have to pee first." My baby girl is using my bladder as a pillow, like I am Vidar's chest. He chuckles once again in his deep, sleepy voice and picks me up in his arms. He walks me to the toilet and sets me on the floor. He kisses my forehead and leaves.

I melt onto the toilet. Man that guy is hot...

After using the toilet, I wash my face and clean my teeth hastily, I want to be back in Vidar's arms.

He's waiting for me on the bed, laying back, arms open and welcoming. I eagerly walk towards him and clamber on top of him. Shifting my position, I can now comfortably fit the bump into the cuddle.

Vidar's hands instantly wrap around my belly and he begins to stroke it.

"I want her to know me." He whispers. "Did the doctors tell you how far along you are?" I bite my lip at the excitement in his voice.

"I'm 7 and a half months." He frowns in confusion at the size of the bump. "On the small side," I explain, "but she's completely fine."

He exhales in relief. "So talk to me."

"But I don't know you either." I retort playfully.

"True true, I know! I ask you a question, you answer. Then you ask me and I'll answer."

"Ok!" I agree, maybe a little eagerly.

After about an hour, I have learned he is 28, president of a biker club, his family is from Norway , he's always wanted children and a few other trivial things.

He's learnt I'm 20, I'm from England, I studied french and German at a level, I love to read and I'm scared of the dark.

Only when Vidar is not around.

Unfortunately, my happiness is cut short when Vidar explains that he has work he's got to do. I'm disappointed but I understand, he's been spending all his time looking after me and that's not fair.

He kisses my forehead lightly as a goodbye. "

You can come to my study in an hour or so baby. I'll nearly be done then."

I smile up at him, silently telling him it's ok, and that I'm not mad. Liam and I will be fine.

As it turns out an hour and a half without Vidar is really hard. I'm sitting on the bed with Liam, wrapped in thick duvets and I'm reading him a story. He squeals at the drawings of the dog and gums on the teething ring Vidar got for him. He's perfect.

I bend down and kiss his fluffy hair. A knock at the door makes us bother startle, the door opens slowly. We both freeze. I pull Liam closer, hiding my face. This isn't Vidar. He's working.

A teddy bear pokes around the door frame and the little paw waves. I relax instantly, it's Mouse. He walks through the door with a smile on his face.

"Hi girlie, hi Liam." He sees my face, the fear still evident on it. "Oh god! Sorry Astrid, I didn't think. I was just playing with Liam!"

I touch his hand to calm the panic, "I'm ok, really don't worry."

Liam's tiny fists clap together and he reaches for Mouse. Or more accurately the teddy bear. Mouse chuckles and looks to me for permission. I give him a small nod and he scoops the chortling baby into his arms.

"What's your real name?" I ask him, curious after Vidar explained every member of the club had a given name and a club one. I honestly wasn't surprised when Vidar said his name was Bear.

"Sorry girlie, the next person to know my real name will be my woman."

"Oh." I blush smiling at how sweet he is. The woman who gets him will be very lucky.

"How come I know Vidar's name then?" I ask him, even more curious now. I didn't realise it was a personal thing to tell someone your real name.

"Cos girlie, you're his woman." Even though I already kind of knew that, it still made me jump to hear someone say it so casually.

Mouse is bouncing Liam gently in his arms, the teddy is gripped between his fist. I'll have to buy him a few more once I start working.

"You can go visit him by the way, his office is three doors down on the left."

"I can." He nods but I'm already on my feet and walking towards the door. Liam is chortling joyously, he loves Mouse almost as much as Mouse loves him.

The corridor is dark due to all the doors being closed, I walk down it passing photos of past pets and family photos. Vidar, Lila and Erik are often depicted up snowy mountains. There's one that makes me pause.

A photo of Vidar and Erik at the beach. I almost gasp at how incredible he looks, does a man like that really want me.

He's standing tall next to his father, his torso is rippled with muscles and tattoos. God this man has an 8 pac.

He was the man of my teenage, wattpad induced dreams and he wants me!

Knocking on the third door, Vidar's voice calls me to come in before my third knock. I smile at how keen he seems.

He's hunched over a desk, the room has deep tones, the walls are red and the sofa is leather. It screams leather. He's raises his head and smiles at me. He pushes the chair away from the desk and holds his arms out for me.

"I can't. I'm too heavy." He raises his eyebrow incredulously and opens his arms even more. Sighing, I reluctantly walk over to him and nervously perch on his knee.

He growls in irritation at my hesitancy and pulls me fully onto his lap bridal style. My head is leaning against his chest, one of his hands goes down to my bump and the baby kicks out against his hand.

"Hello there my heart." He murmurs down towards my stomach. I look up at him in happiness and he looks down at me. His free hand goes under my chin and he pulls my face upwards towards him.

Our eyes stare poignantly at each other, he closes the distance between us and kisses me lightly.

After a few more light pecks on my nose and cheeks he reluctantly begins to work again. Leaning over me and filling out some paperwork.

With him occupied, I gaze around the room. His desk is surprisingly organised with limited clutter, just a few pens and papers and a family photo on the other side.

Unlike the other photos I saw, this one has four members. I look closer at the photo and squint at it in interest. Vidar quickly hands it to me as he must have noticed I was struggling to see it.

His observance astounds me.

I look at the photo.

A shriek leaves my lips.

I push away from Vidar frantically.

I drop the photo on the floor.

It shatters.