"Again, are you sure?" Amelia asks for the fifth time as she stands in front of the elevator hand in hand with Thomas. Both of their faces never looked so sad.

Smiling, I shake my head. "Yes. I'm sure. I can't keep running from my problems. If I face him again then I will have to deal with that," I say feeling confident.

"Just call us if he does see you," Thomas says with a hint of anger still towards Jason in his eyes.

"I will," I smile.

"And you need to call me and do research. Remember, your feeding for two now," Amelia smiles.

"You keep reminding me I don't know how I will ever forget," I laugh. Opening my arms, I wait for Amelia to walk into them. Once she does, I hug her tight.

Breaking apart, I smile and press the elevator up button. Hearing a ding, the silver doors part and I roll my luggage inside. Pressing my floor number, I wave to Amelia and Thomas as the doors close and take me to my floor.

"Okay, so research on you huh? Well that shouldn't be hard," I say out loud to my stomach as if the baby can understand everything as it still hasn't developed fully.

"I know you need nutrition, so I need to go get apples, pears, peaches, plums, and," I say thinking of the main fruit I forgot. "And pineapples! I love pineapples!" I practically shout as I confess my love for the fruit.

Not knowing the ding for the elevator door went off, I smile at the family of three as they look at me like I am crazy.

"Ms. Hathaway," the wife says.

"Mrs. Trent, family," I say still smiling. "I love pineapples." I shrug my shoulders and do a small laugh.

"We heard," Mr. Trent says looking as if he is ready to laugh as they scurry in the elevator, press a button, and the silver doors close.

Laughing, I grab my luggage and start to roll them down to my door. As I walk closer, I see a figure standing by the door. A smile comes to my face as I think it's classic for Scott to leave his keys.

Feeling a small pep in my step, I feel excited to hug my best friend and tell him all of the news. But, once I reach the door my smile fades, and anger courses through me.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Irina, please, before you say anything just hear me out," Ezra says standing off of the wall.

"How the hell did you even know where I live? Leave." I say putting my keys in the door. Hearing a small click, I open the door and roll my bags in.

In one quick motion I rush in the apartment and close the door behind me. Feeling something hard stand in between the door, I look down and see his foot.

Pressing against the door, I push with all of my weight, but Ezra doesn't budge one bit. Giving up, I move away from the door and throw my hands in the air. Ezra walks in the house and closes the door behind him.

My eyes go wide as I rush to the kitchen and grab a knife. "Whoa," Ezra says putting his hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Get out of my house then," I say calmly holding the knife to him.

"This is an apartment," he corrects me.

"How about, get the hell out of my living area. Better?"

A small smile comes to his lips as if I am amusing him.

"Get out!" I shout.

"I can't do that. Not when your carrying my child."

"Why the hell do you believe me now? You didn't then," I say recalling his reaction.

"I apologize for my behavior. Trust me, I know your not lying. I believe you."

"Then what do you want? Why are you here? And how the hell did you find out where I stay?" I say calmly with a small pinch of fear in my voice.

"I have my ways of getting things I want, and again, your carrying my baby."

I start to say something but my breath starts to come short as I feel something erupting from my throat. My eyes widen as I bolt to the bathroom. Opening the door, I push it back, hurry to the toilet, kneel down, and start to vomit up what seems to be everything I so far.

Feeling a small tear fall, I feel more of the food come from my throat and out into the toilet. Throwing up had to be the number one thing on Earth that I hated doing. It always makes me feel as if I can't breathe. Feeling another wave of food coming up again, I feel a warm hand on my back.

"It's going to be okay," Ezra says as he pulls my hair back. His hands go in a circular motion on my back as I vomit once more. Taking a breath of air, I flush the toilet and sit there regaining my composure.

Ezra leaves from my back and I watch as he grabs a washcloth from the towel rack and cut on the water. I watch as he wrings the water out of it.

"Here," he says handing it to me. Taking it, I mumble thank you and wipe my mouth.

"Are you okay?" he asks as I see a bit of panic in his eyes.

Why would he need to panic?

"I'm fine. This is part of being pregnant," I say walking out of the bathroom knowing he will follow. Once I walk into the living room, I keep walking to the front door and open it.

"May you please leave?" I ask avoiding his eyes.

"Irina, we need to talk about this. I want to be a part of my child's life," he says standing close to me as I still hold the door open.

My heart starts to fall in my chest and a lump grows in my throat. "What?" I ask looking at him not caring how much shock is in my eyes. "Why?"

"It doesn't matter why. Your carrying my child and I am sure that we can work out some visitation schedules. Starting tomorrow. I made an appointment, I will pick you up at eight o'clock sharp," he says walking out of the house.

Shocked, I look at him with wide eyes. "How in the hell do you think you can just stalk and waltz your way in here and be a part of my unborn child's life?"

"I am not trying to take your child away from you. I simply want to be apart of our child's life. Now, if you want we can take this to court because I have no problem doing that. See you tomorrow at eight."

As he walks away my body starts to boil with anger. Slamming the door, I grunt and start to pace. "Clam down Nina, he cannot take your baby from you. This is your baby fair and square." Realizing that I am right, I slow my pace and place a hand on my stomach. "You are my family, and I promise to protect you. Even if I have to run far away with you."