Sophie's POV"What? What's going on?" I ask, alarmed by the sound of her voice; she seems shocked, and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.Usually, it's not."Just come to my house as soon as possible." she demands and then hangs up.What is going on?I let out a shaky breath and see mum coming towards the car, carrying a bag so I hurry and try to take it from her, to help her, but she doesn't let me.

Sophie's P.O.V.Fear.You never really know what it's like to fear, to be afraid to death, even if you might think you know you do.There's always a kind of sense, a rational thought that calms you down even just for a little bit, because somehow you know everything will be okay; when you're walking home at night in the dark and see something moving in the shadows, you know it's just your imagination probably.It could be when you're walking on a bridge and standing near the edge, fear filling you because if you fall over, you're going

Axel stops at the first hotel he sees, still quite away from civilization."Aren't we going home?" I ask him and he shakes his head."No. I terribly need a few days alone with you, and away from what my life has become." he sighs and runs his hand through his hair."So it's true? The whole boxing thing?" I ask him and he nods. "Yeah, but we'll talk about that later. Let's just check in now, okay?"He looks at me and lifts his brows in question at my uncomfortable expression. "What?"

Sophie's P.O.V.The food tastes like heaven, and the water even more. I can't seem to put the food in my mouth as quickly as I manage to swallow it down; I'm nothing but a gulping mess, probably food smudged all over my mouth."What?" I mumble out with full mouth to Axel, who's wearing a huge frown on his face.He, for a difference, is eating like any civilized person does; putting small pieces of food in his mouth and then chewing it up before swallowing it down. "It's nothing, I just really hate those fuckers for starving you like that." h

Axel's P.O.V.The tires of my car screech as I quickly press on the breaks in front of Sophie's gynecologist. Ever since she told me about being pregnant I've been out of my mind worried about it. What if those fuckers actually hurt her or the baby? We have no other way of knowing except having her gynecologist check everything and the faster it's done, the better.It's quite fucked up, but I'm kind of excited for this baby and it'd hurt like a bitch if we lost it. The image of having her and a baby with me in London to wake up to everyday has settled in my mind and I'll do anything to make it come true; I can't fucking lose it now.