Lindsay looked up at her savior through tears, her arms wound tight around his neck. Their eyes met. His the color of a calm sea, hers as dark as the room they were trapped in.
Dressed in little more than a t-shirt and boxers, her saviour pulled her body closer to his chest.
Through her flannel nightgown she felt his warm, solid chest against her breast, could feel the erratic thump, thump of his heart.
Lindsay coughed, her eyes burned as smoke began to seep beneath the door to her bedroom.
Her mind swam as to how he’d found her, how he’d gotten inside her apartment, but she brushed her thoughts off to fear and the quickly diminishing oxygen.
With her in his arms, he turned to the closed door, flames licking the underside where smoke poured in only moments earlier. “Jesus,” he mumbled. “It’s spreading too fast.”
Lindsay coughed, her eyes bulged at the red, orange and yellow flames that began to overtake the only escape from the room.
“What are we going to do?” she cried, tightened her arms around his neck.
He looked from her face to the fire engulfed wall before them with determination. “The only thing we can,” he replied as he took a deep breath, started towards the flames.
She cried out as flames licked at their vulnerable bodies, singed her bare toes. The heat was intense, the air hard to breathe.
There wasn't much time.
"Not today," he hollered. “We won’t die today.”
Before Lindsay could question his comment he raced for the door, turned a shoulder into it and smashed into the weakened wood.
As the door splintered around them, flames that once were held back by the barrier roared, spread by the fresh rush of air.
She squeezed her eyes shut, nestled her face into his shoulder, and prayed.
A rush of burning wood attacked their bodies, flames licked at her nightgown setting fire to the edges, to the fine hairs along her skin.
She cried out once more as skin singed and the scent of burning flesh enveloped the pair.
Lindsay heard his cries of pain, but felt his momentum never waver.
Just as she was sure she couldn’t handle the heat, the pain of skin on fire, a wave of cool air rushed towards them, cooling her instantly.
She pulled her face from his shoulder, opened her eyes just as the pair fell to the damp grass outside her apartment.
Still clutched in his arms, her savior gasped for air. He released her legs, allowed them to fall onto his lap as he patted out the fire on her nightie and his singed t-shirt.
With a soot covered hand he reached for her swollen belly, placed his hand, fingers splayed on its curve.
Inside her, the sweet angel kicked and her savior sighed in relief. "Not today, little one. Not today."