Valentino's response took me by surprise.

I honestly didn't expect him to end up with such a cold response and it kind of hurt.

I was gravely disappointed at his response but I chose not to show my hurt.

I put on my big-girl panties and took my storming out of his house and headed straight for the airport.

I didn't care about packing or any of that shit. I just knew that I couldn't even be in the same city as him at that moment.

I just called my secretary and told her to buy me a couple of clothes and toiletries.

I boarded my jet and told the pilot to lift off ASAP, which luckily for me, was possible.

I sat down in my seat and closed my eyes as I inhaled and exhaled in an attempt to soothe myself.

"Then it shouldn't be a problem killing our children."

The cold tone of his voice rings in my ears. His broken facial expression appears in my vision and I find myself feeling a strong pang of pain and disappointment.

What he said hurt. I wanted him to at least fight for this, for the babies. But no. No he did not. Now he's most probably going to go back to that Marilyn bitch.

Gosh, I hate that attention-loving bitch.

To think that I genuinely thought she was a nice human being when we first met.

I open my eyes and look out the window to see that we're already up and high in the sky.

The sky of the night is beautiful up here. I find calmness in the aestheticism for the next few short hours.

Once we land I find my driver waiting for me.

I pad down the staircase and get in the car and buckle my seatbelt.

"Ms Snart. Your luggage isn't available in the plane," the driver cautiously states.

"It doesn't matter. Just drive me to the hotel," I demand rather harshly.

Usually, I'm never rude to the people who work for me but this poor fella fell into my foul mood.

He nods and starts up the engine and drives to my hotel.

When I get there I find all my items packed and waiting for me.

It's at these moments I am very grateful to my secretary.

The thought of a hot shower appeared to mind. Under the perfect temperature water, I let the warm water cascade down my body as I close my eyes letting the water untangle knots in my body while trying to erase the taunting thought from my mind.

"I don't think you'd do that." His voice was slightly broken.

"Well, I actually would because." I let out a breathless, humourless laugh. "I did not want a family. I most definitely did not want a child especially not with you." My words slip out of anger.

I sigh out loud and look down at my slowly growing bump.

It still kind of looks like a potbelly but it shows that there is something–someone or people in there.

Just looking at my tummy, my heart jumps at the thought of mini-mes in there or better yet, mini-Valentinos.

Gosh, I can't do it!

I can't go forth with an abortion. I just can't...

I shouldn't have ever uttered that word out and now all I feel is guilt.

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"No!" I bellow. "I want it perfect! Anything less is unacceptable!" I yell out to all the workers.

I'm always harsh when at the construction site but not like this. It's been a full two days and Valentino hasn't contacted me whatsoever.

I admit that it hurts, a lot. Now I'm currently in my new hotel, yelling at my workers because they didn't cut the tiles in my preferred pattern.

"Gosh, I can't. You're going to make me insane!" I raise my hands in defeat.

"Christine!" I call out for my secretary and she comes rushing in. "I'm leaving tonight. I can't take this. Make sure they get things right and be back in New York by tomorrow. Anytime you like just be ready for me after tomorrow," I order and she nods in understanding.

I jerk a vexed sigh and leave the building, entering the car.

I take my seat in the backseat and buckle my belt.

"Airport," is all I can muster at this point.

"Did your trip go well?" Alfredo–at least who I think is Alfredo–asks.

"Can we not talk today? I'm not in the mood," I sigh in exasperation.

"But I feel that we need to talk," he insists and I furrow my eyebrows.

Alfredo would never say such, not after I've just told him I don't feel like talking.

"Did you go through with the abortion?" He then asks.

"Wha–" My sentence is cut short when Alfredo turns around to face and I soon realise that it's Valentino.

"Valentino," I breathe out.

He looks at me with a frown and sad forest eyes. His beautiful sanctuaries pierce into my plain blues.

"Please tell me you didn't," he begs with hurt eyes.

"Even if I did, you still have that skank's baby. Go to her and be a family with her," I spitefully bit out.

His frown only deepened, clear hurt displayed across his beautiful face.

"What makes you think I'd go back to Marilyn?"

"That baby, of course!" I huffed.

"You see, I wouldn't because there's a huge chance that her baby isn't even mine. But yours are–were."

"Not were. I still am pregnant. If you knew me well you'd know that I analyse anything and everything before making a big decision like terminating my pregnancy," my voice softened with each word. My anger was slowly sizzling out.

"Yeah well, I haven't had the time to get to know you because when we're together we're either having sex or checking on the babies and shit," he insists.

"Well, if you have a problem with the sex so much why don't you stop it and initiate a genuine conversation between us?" I argued with a questioning raised eyebrow.

"Well because you're so damn attractive!" He finally yells. "You're so damn attractive that I can barely think straight when I'm around you!" He breathes out.

Silence erupted between us as the atmosphere change ever-so quickly. Suddenly things weren't tense anymore and I couldn't help the girly giggle tickling up my throat. Tino lifts his eyebrows with a small smile.

"You find my frustration funny?" He asks and I smile.

"Yeah, I guess," I puff out.

"I'm sorry Harley. I didn't mean to give you such a cold response and all," he admits his guilt and his eyes share his sincerity.

"I'm sorry too," tears start to well up in my eyes. "Now can we go home, I'm tired of this place?" He smiles and turns forward and drives us to the airport.

We hop onto my jet and lift off soon.

The whole flight back to New York I was snuggled into him as we took naps.

When we arrived we headed straight to my hotel, hand in hand.

We walked in the foyer and the receptionist turned to me with a smile of which I returned.

"Harley," an all too familiar, high pitched voice clamours.

"Bethany."