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Raven visited Ransom a week after he was sent to prison. There were others visiting their own person, but it seemed like it was only her in the room. The dividers were clean, but Raven still refused to touch the glass because it seemed unsanitary and she wasn't about to let her soft hands and newly done acrylic nails get germs stuck on them.

She sat down at the offered chair in front of the glass with much disgust. She had no idea whose asses had been sitting on that chair for God knew how many people before they sanitized it. She picked up the phone with her fingertips and scrunched up her nose for a moment before bringing the phone up to her ear, letting it hover instead of touching.

"How's jail?" she questioned.

"Oh - loads of fun. I'm surrounded by criminals who have their own gangs. What do you think?" Ransom sarcastically questioned.

"Touchy subject, I see. Well, I didn't murder someone so I can't exactly speak."

"How's marriage?"

"Same old for a gold digger," she answered. "Except for the fact that I'm pregnant."

Ransom clenched his jaw for a moment. "Finally done the deed with ol' trusty?"

"It's yours, idiot. I've never had unprotected sex with Roy, only you. Believe it or not, I don't like him enough to have unprotected sex like I did with you. Even now, it's a bit weird to have sex with him," she explained.

"It's mine?" he questioned.

"You're the only guy I've had sex with in the past year, so yes. What a shame you're in jail. You're an idiot. Everything would have worked out if you didn't let Fran see you."

"I don't see you trying to poison someone," he retorted.

"Well, there's a time for everything," she said.

"Roy gonna be your victim? I've always wanted to be an only child."

Raven shrugged. "Maybe, but after we get married so that I get all his money so I can take care of the baby."

"Not going to get an abortion?"

"Why would I? I think we'll have a pretty baby. I bet they'll have good ass genetics," said Raven.

"I knew you were only after my good looks," he teased.

"What else would it be?" She eyed the guard behind Ransom who was tapping her wrist. "Guess time's almost up. I'll be back eventually. Maybe with a baby."

"Leave me dry for eight months?" he asked.

"How else would I keep you interested?"