"She had a panic attack." The doctor tells me. My heart just sinks to the bottom of my stomach all the while squeezing in pain.

"Oh my god, can that hurt the babies?" I'm so worried right and I feel so guilty because I made her upset. "Unfortunately yes it can but so far the babies are still okay...Mr. Princely, when we discharge her she could become depressed and depression can cause premature babies and/or low-birthweight babies." My heart cracks at the possibility of both Harley and the babies not being okay.

"What can be done to prevent her depression?"

"Well she could talk to someone, a therapist maybe. Excercise, eat healthier and avoid caffeine." She tells me and I nod. "Thank you. When will she be fit to be released?"

"The earliest would be tomorrow afternoon. If something irregular or concerning comes up, probably on Tuesday." She tells me and I nod. "But you can see her now, just don't upset her again or we will be forced to remove you from the room." I nod and she opens the door allowing me in and closes it when I'm inside.

Harley's asleep right now. Sleeping on left side like usually does. She looks so peaceful but unhappy and that hurts me.

I hurt her with my actions.

"I'd do anything for you, dumbass!" Her last sentence before she had the attack ring in my ears. I feel guiltier and guiltier each time the words replay in my head.

I should've told her. She tells me everything. Consults with me on everything she does or about to do and I didn't do that.

A week later...

It's been almost a week since Harley has been released from the hospital and things are still tense. She's quieter now. She works a lot more than I'd like now and barely even looks me in the eyes.

We rescheduled our appointment with the doctor for tomorrow afternoon and I think that we should at least clear the air before going to that appointment. We're finding out the gender of the babies and I don't want us to experience such a beautiful moment upset with each other.

"Harley..." I walk into her home office where she's head deep in papers. "I'm busy, Valentino." She tells me uninterested. Another thing is that she no longer calls me Tino, anymore. It's Valentino now.

"Yeah but we really need to talk." I tell her and she sighs and lifts up her head from the papers. "About?" She raises an eyebrow and I nearly roll my eyes.

"The hospital. That arguement that got us here." I state matter-of-factly and she sighs, again.

"What is there to talk about, Valentino? I made a ruling, you didn't like it so you went behind my back and unruled it and now I don't care about it anymore." She casually states and I grow a little irritated but I remember that I'm still guilty for my actions.

"Okay, maybe my actions weren't done the right way–"

"Damn right they weren't." She cuts me off as she rest her hands intertwined on the desk.

"Yes, but I'm trying to fix them, Harley." I snap and she just boredly blinks at me. "Are you a time traveler?" I shake my head. "Then you can't." She convicts.

"Maybe if you were willing to talk through this Id–we'd be able to fix this." I state.

"You can't fix this, Valentino. If we fix this, you'll still go on and do the same shit again." She seethes and that's about the most emotion she's shown me in almost a week.

"I wouldn't because I realised that my actions put you and the babies in danger–" I tell her but she shakes her head and stands up.

She's about to throw all ot it out there now.

"No, Valentino, you won't because you always do this. You want to dictate every part of my life, even my very much personal life." She angrily tells me. "You always do this."

"I don't and if I do, it's from love." I defend and she chuckles humourless. "Bullshit." She calls. "Bull-fucking-shit, Valentino. You dictating my life like this just shows how much you don't trust my fucking judgment!" She yells now.

"I do trust you judgement." I tell her but she shakes her head. "You don't!" She shouts. "You don't, Valentino! I can't fly for work anymore, and if I do I have to beg you." She mimics a begging gesture with her hands. "I can't watch television, the gossip channels anymore. I can't even decide whether I want to help my father or not anymore!"

"That is all for your good, if not the babies at least–"

"So you think I can't take care of babies that are in my body?" She cocks a challenging eyebrow.

"That's not what I said." I run a hand over my face. "No, but it's what you're insinuating." I raise an eyebrow. "Okay, you're right! I was wrong, I should've told you what I was planning to do–"

"Yeah but you didn't! I have to ask for permission to do anything and everything like a fucking kid! I'm the one carrying the kids." She gestures to her belly. "I feel suffocated!" My eyebrows shoot up in shock.

She feels suffocated. I'm suffocating her.

"If that's how you feel–"

"That's exactly how I feel." She cuts me off and walks from behind her desk to the door. "I'm heavy, Valentino. I don't need you putting more weight on me. I'll eventually break." She calmly states as she walk towards the door.

I sigh with a heavy, bleeding heart. "We can't go to that appointment tomorrow. Not like this." I tell her and she just stares at me holding the door open. "I'll go and reschedule again."

"Go do whatever you want. I don't run a dictatorship."