Sasha's POV

I nearly fell out of my mother fucking seat.

"DID HE JUST SAY FIFTY FUCKING YEARS?" I screeched in astonishment in the court room I was standing in.

Aria sat next to me, her large stomach protruding, while Klaus sat on the other side of her.

I had struggled into a fucking dress for the trial today. It was a hideous maroon color that was tight across my chest, before rolling over my curves, then stopping right above my knee.

I had also forced Snake's dumbass into a suit, especially since he had asked me to bring him some sweats for today.

Still trying to figure out how I fell in love with a class A dumbass.

The judge banged his little hammer loudly as he glared over at me, Aria had her hands on my wrist trying to pull me back to my seat.

The judge pointed at me, "I will not have disorder in my court room!" he bellowed over at me.

Breathe bitch.

Can't have the both of us on fucking trial.

I slowly slinked into my seat, while Snake turned around and looked over at me.

I only glared at his dumbass.

A fucking prison.

It was like he was trying to give me a fucking brain aneurysm.

Not only that, but he had also fucking recked my third car.

"As I stated before, the defendant is looking up to 50 years in prison, now Nate Trin, how do you plead against all the charges that have been placed here against you today?" the old judge asked from his seat, as he peered down at my own personal dumbass.

Nate stood, his strong back moving under the suit I had threatened to cut his balls for if he didn't wear it.

A small blotch of blood on the sleeve from where I punched him in the face earlier to discombobulate him while I shoved him into his slacks.

He turned to look back at me for a second.

Those fucking eyes that had some how ranged from a steel grey, to a smooth coffee bean black, peering into my own.

He smiled.

Of course he fucking did.

And winked.

My blood pressure just fucking spiked again.

He turned back to the judge who was looking at him with a bored expression.

"I plead guilty" his voice sounded out over the court room.

My heart stopped fucking beating, the air stopped flowing to the rest of my body.

"-to not being guilty" he finished.

Everyone fucking blinked.

The jury actually tilted their heads in confusion.

I'm going to kill myself, and then him.

Klaus immediately started to roll on the floor.

If only he knew that the stupidity we had all just witnessed was a fucking disease.

I dropped back into my seat, that never ending headache slowly starting to pound into my temple like a fucking hammer.

The judge slowly pulled his glasses off, "sir, where is your Counselor?" he asked.

"Counselor?" he asked slowly, how he was un-fucking-sure of what that was, is still beyond me.

The judge coughed, "yes, your lawyer?"

He laughed, "oh, no, I'll be representing myself sir" he smiled.

I nearly tilted out of my fucking seat.

"What the fuck do you mean you're representing yourself?" I growled over at him.

He looked over at me, with an easy going smile, "babe, I've got this. I don't need that stuffy lawyer!" he waved me off.

My eye twitched, "then who the fuck is going to get you out of fifty-fucking-years of prison?" I spit out.

"I've watched all season of-", if he fucking says Law and Order-" Law and Order SVU, Sasha. I've got this" he waved me off again.

I'm going to jail today.

I'm going to murder that man, here, in front of everyone, with fifty fucking witnesses, and then I'll be carted off to jail.

The prosecutors actually started laughing.

"This is fucking serious, Nate!" I snapped over at him.

He actually had the balls to look offended, "I know, babe" he sighed. If he recites that fucking-"in the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unite. These are their stories" he finished.

I could only stare back at him as Aria gripped the back of my dress, knowing I was about to leap on his ass.

"You ran my car into a fucking prison, what about that is a sexually based offense" I spit out slowly.

He opened his mouth only to pause.

"Oh fuck" he said dejectedly as he looked around the court room.

"Nate, you go to fucking prison and by the time they come out here to put you in fucking cuffs, I will have slit your throat" I growled over at him.

I was desperately trying not to over react.

As much as your not suppose to in a fucking court where your boyfriend is about to be put in jail.

But I was having fucking issues.

Like a whole week late on my period fucking issues.

And after some in depth searching about how all the fucking sudden I could suddenly fall pregnant, the internet had all but bestowed on me that when sleeping with a super your chances of getting pregnant pretty much multiplied by ten when around someone else who is pregnant with a super's kid.

Sounded like complete fucking conspiracy theory bullshit to me.

So I did the natural thing and instead of confirming my horrible fear, I called a clinic and cussed a nurse out until she gave me the information I needed.

Which led to me cussing her ass out even more, and then her hanging up on me.

She had so nicely informed me that the conspiracy bullshit was in fact 100 percent true.

I could fucking throttle someone.

Who doesn't put signs up about this type of shit.

PSA: If your continuously screwing someone who happens to do weird shit, and happen to be friends with other people who screw other people who do weird shit, like Supers, and they happen to get pregnant, immediately cease all sex. Because you're ass will get pregnant asap too, like its a fucking disease.

Would that have been too hard to tell people?

Hell, even put up fucking signs?

So now you can see why I'm having a hard time with sitting still while this man is no doubt about to be sentenced to 50 years in prison, and not because of the car.

No because its dangerous just to have someone so dumb on the streets.

My baby daddy people.

Fuck, I'm going to be sick.

He threw his head back and sighed, "Sash-"

"Don't fucking Sash me!" I growled over at him.

He fucking knows him and automobiles is like fire and gasoline.

A fucking explosion is bound to happen.

He turned around that anger flaring in his eyes. The same anger that had flared when he had come into the house that night a week or two ago.

He had started screaming at me, true fury in his eyes as he bellowed down at me about some bullshit that I had no idea what he was talking about.

Especially since I had just picked myself up off the floor from throwing up my fucking life source.

The only key word I heard of his fucking screaming was 'cheating'.

Me cheating on him.

He then had thrown some fucking wallet at me.

Like I had ever seen the thing before.

We'd fought before, but Snake was the most laid back man I had ever met. He physically hated being serious or hell, even angry.

He was a large child with an obsession with fire.

Which is why I loved his dumbass.

He was so different from the men I had grown up with in my life.

He hardly got mad at me, it was always me yelling at him, never him actually screaming at me. His hands were soft compared to the hard fists I had grown accustomed to in the past.

I gave him shit, but if this man actually fucking left me... I wouldn't ever be able to handle that.

And when he hadn't come home that night after that horrible fight where he had screamed at me so loud my ears were still ringing, I got physically sick.

Only to get a call from him the next morning tell me he was in police custody.

"Maybe if you weren't fucking around on me, I wouldn't have even been in this damn situation" he snarled. That first sign of anger seeping through.

He usually tried not to get mad at me, or at least show his anger, not like this.

After I had flown back to Russia and gone home to find the hut of a home I had grown up in was covered in blood, and in the middle of that murder scene was the man who I didn't think had it in him to make such a brutal murder scene.

He had stood up, covered in so much blood, turned to me and walked towards me.

I remember my throat being tight, with the tears finally starting to fall.

Because he had stopped that fear.

That blood on him had been a very real show that the nightmares I had could finally end.

He had stopped dead in front of me, and swore to me.

Swore he would never let anything ever happen to me again, never let someone hurt me, break me like I had been, ever again.

And he'd slaughter anyone who would.

He had swore that to me as he stood in the entrance of that hut of fucking nightmares covered in more blood than I had ever seen, and I had seen a shit ton.

I remember telling him I could never be the bright pure girl I had once been ... not hat she ever had a chance to be. But I told him I wasn't ever going to be that weak, broken girl, ever again.

He had said that he knew that, and that he didn't want that pure girl, he wanted the strong woman in front of him.

And as fucked up as it was, right there in front of that murder scene I realized I was never going to love another man more than him, and I had shown him ... outside of course.

But since that day, the thought of actually being with another man hadn't ever ... really ... truly crossed my mind.

Not after I had bared my whole soul to the dumb, dumb, man that was standing in front of me right now, forcing me to have a domestic dispute in a fucking court room.

But that anger.

I hadn't seen it in years.

Not since he stood from that bloody scene of the people responsible for the scars on my body and soul.

But as he glared over at me, I finally realized it.

"Did you drive my fucking car into a prison because you think I fucked some other man?!" I screeched so loud everyone winced.

He continued to glare at me, "of course not. The car drove itself into the prison, however, I was planning on crashing your car somewhere before it chose the prison" he sniffed in pure rage.

I could feel the feeling starting in my legs, that tingling that told me I was about to start blinking in and out of existence because my anger had hit such a high point I was about to brutally stab someone in their balls.

Guess who.

I point at him, "if you think I fucked anyone else besides your dumbass, they you're absolutely fucking stupid. I'm going to look you dead in your stupid face and ask you one more time if you think I. Me. The woman who could barely let you see my fucking-" I choked on my anger as his eyes seemed to soften, watching me, "-scars. You think I fucked some random man?" I hissed so lowly.

As fucking smart as the man was with computers.

How he could wire himself into any device, and knew all the shit about the damn things.

He was absolutely the stupidest person I had ever met.

He shuffled his feet as he looked at me, his eyes narrowing in hard thought as he stared over at me. His mouth opening and closing and something very basic seemed to dawn on him.

"That wasn't the wallet of your secret lover on the couch, was it?" he said.

I swear the room tilted. It went fully black for a solid second.

And by the time the lights had come back on for me, both my heels were off, and over on the floor next to Snake, where a red mark was brightly thumping on his forehead.

Aria had her hands around me, trying to hold me back, as one leg was nearly over the ledge to get to his stupid ass.

That judge started to bang his hammer again, pure shock on his face, "ORDER! ORDER!" he barked over at us, his face completely red.

Snake had his palm on his forehead, rubbing the red spot, his eyes wide in astonishment as he just stared at me, "did ... did you just say I'm the father of your child?" he choked out.

Fucking black outs.

I pulled my leg off the banister, pulling my dress back down, "no" I snap as I grip Aria and turn to look at her shocked face. "What did I just say?" I ask her.

She coughed, "uhh you called him a ...idiota kusok? Then you threw your shoes, and said something half in russian and half in english, but we all heard baby and father" she whispered hoarsely, while Klaus was looking between all of us in confusion.

"You said the car ran into the building?" Klaus asked, while I desperately tried not to throw up from the fucking look Snake was giving me.

"We're going to have caramel babies?" Snake whispered.

Definitely going to be sick.

"Why are we all having shit luck? What are the chances of Aria's parents suddenly finding us? And you finding a random ass wallet, then trying to crash the car, only to run into a prison? Thats a little ..." Klaus paused.

I blinked, "a little too fucking perfect" I finished for him.

I turned back to the frozen idiot, "what do you mean the car hit the prison?" I snapped over at him, trying to bring my blood pressure back down.

"I-it -I took my foot off the steps like you said-" he started still choking on his words.

"The pedals" I cut in, with a hard sigh.

"-yes .. and it just kept moving. I even tried to move the wheel, I couldn't" he finished still blinking in a daze.

"Do you think-" Aria started.

"That someones fucking with us, horribly? Yea. I do" I hissed, trying not to make eye contact with Snake.

The judge cough, "t-this isn't family court! You will respect my-"

The door swung open to reveal a man in a nice suit. He was in great shape as he walked confidently into the court room, his bright green eyes seemed to twinkle as they took us in. His dark brown hair was cut neatly and professionally as it was swiped away from his face.

He strode to the front of this shit show before sitting beside Snake, who looked at him like he was crazy.

He stood next to Snake, before turning to look at all of us, "Katrina sends her regards" he smirks before gripping something out of his brief case and turning back to the judge, completely ignoring our dropped jaws.

I plunk back into my seat as I watch the new comer.

If Kat sent him, then maybe we aren't in as much shit as I think we are.

"Please excuse the tardiness, your honor" he responded to the judge was just stared at him in shock, "a moment to speak with my client sir, then I ask permission to approach the bench" he stated calmly.

The judge and the prosecutors looked at the man like he was a god, "g-granted" he choked out as the whole room watched him, even the jury looked shocked.

He turned to us again, "how much time are the giving you?" the man asked with a sigh.

"Do I know you?" Snake started.

"Fifty years" I cut him off, looking directly at the man.

He sighed, sucking his teeth, "I didn't want to do this, but Katrina said anything" he muttered before turning to the judge with the huge envelope in his hand.

He walked to the judge and whispered something to him, before handing him the envelope.

The judge looked confused before opening it.

His whole face went white.

I love Katrina fucking Justice.

He coughed awkwardly before quickly placing the contents back in the envelope before nodding to the man who smiled before walking over to us.

He smiled at us before turning back to the judge, "after consideration over this whole matter. I believe it is in the best interest of this court to throw out this case completely" he stated quickly.

Every jaw in the room dropped.

The prosecutors who immediately jumped up screaming, as well as the jury who never even got to decide.

The judge quickly stood before nearly running out of the room.

Katrina fucking Justice.

Snake turned to me, that stupid surprised look on his face.

"I'm going to be a daddy?" he asked me shocked again.

Before I could even open my mouth to barf all over him the entrance to the room swung open again to reveal a very dirty Hercules and Bonnie, both covered in ash like they had tunneled to get here.

Behind them stood a police officer.

He had smooth brown skin, and the most beautiful brown and grey eyes.

He smiled from beside Herc and Bonnie.

"Someone want to tell me who the fuck has been screwing with us?" Bonnie snapped in anger.

I'm not sure who trained this imbecile.

But the second the words were out of Bonnie's mouth, one loner from the jury quickly stood up and took off at a dead ass sprint.

I smirked.

Oh such a rookie mistake.