Maternal instincts

As her eyes began to flutter open Bianca could hear man voice muttering in her kitchen. She immediately reached for her belly, still pregnant, the baby was fluttering about seemingly unharmed.  Bianca's head was pounding and she could feel a warm trickle running down her face. Keeping her eyes half closed and pretending to still be unconcious she cautiously took inventory of her surroundings. Door closed, deadbolt locked, she had been moved she was on the sofa, the intruder was in the kitchen. His back to her, he wss wearing black hooded sweatshirt and the hood pulled over his head. He was muttering in a low voice incoherently, as if reading something to himself. What is this? Bianca thought what should I do? She scanned up to the clock 5:05 am, she hadn't been out long, but she had been out cold. Her throbbing head and ringing ears warning her that any sudden attempt at standing and running could result in a fall and this burglar, or whatever he was would then know she was awake. Maybe if I lay here he will take what he wants and leave, I could run, how fast can I run, where would I run? the neighbors screaming for help, what if they don't answer he could catch me and take me right back in. What does he want with me? My car keys where are they, no, no good in the kitchen. Bianca closed her eyes and went back to her silent prayers. She heard the bustling of footsteps approaching her. Her heart was racing, she tried as hard as she could to remain still, to look like she was oblivious and peacefully asleep, but her body was trembling and her eyes wouldn't be still, her eyelids trying to spring open from the adrenaline running through her veins, the baby doing summersalts within her.

Suddenly there was a hand on her abdomen her instincts kicked in and her charade was exposed "NO, OH GOD NOOOO!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms wildly around and kicking her feet, fighting her way to her feet.  The stranger before her no more than a blur of black sweatshirt clad arms blocking her blows. As she had expected springing to her feet resulted in instant disorientation. Dizzy and stumbling she charged for the front door, only to be snatched up by her assailant "Heeeelllp, fire" Bianca screamed with all of her might, she had learned once that people were more willing to come to the word fire than help.

"Shut up!! Bianca, stop, stop" he plead. He had her back squeezed into his chest his lips brushing her ear. She could not see his face, and hadn't heard what he was saying but the way he was holding her felt disarmingly gentle, she stopped thrashing to explore this revelation for a moment. "Bianca, please...".

The voice was low and quivering, as if it were crying.

"Tyler?!"

"Yeah darlin, shhhh, it's me. Bianca, is the baby mine?"