Eternal Life______Michael Langdon

Chapter 27

Once Michael had left, Morticia turned to Gallant and made her way towards him.

"I'm sorry about him, he can be a little....too blunt sometimes" she spoke softly, waving her hand in the air, he was unchained. He fell towards the floor, but the young woman quickly grabbed onto him.

"So are you like his partner or something?" He asked looking at the hybrid, she smiled slightly lifting him to his feet.

"You could say that, yes. Now how about we get you cleaned up and dressed" he looked over Morticia before nodding. She hooked her arm through his and led him to his room.

Once they got there, she instructed him to lay on the bed on his stomach. She placed both her hands on his back, and started to mutter a spell. Within seconds the slash marks were healed.

"Okay, all done now" Morticia said, Gallant sat up and was surprised that there were no wounds or pain.

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously, the young woman continued looking for an outfit before answering.

"I have a few things up my sleeve, now put this on and you can go back to the others, good day Mr Gallant" she went to leave but his voice made her stop.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked, putting his clothes on. Morticia smiled and turned to face him.

"There are some people in the world that deserve a chance, people who have been through pain and suffering deserve a life. You, Mr Gallant, have been suffering for quiet some time. Even though you won't admit it, I can see it. I like your attitude, the way you speak your mind. But there is one thing you need to learn, is that you need to stand up for yourself against your grandmother. She's caused you enough grief to permanently ruin you, you deserve better and you know it, heck I know it. You need to stop letting her and the others walk all over you, you're stronger than you think. You act out because you're afraid to show how you really feel, and that isn't your fault" Morticia walked closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek, she looked into his eyes while continuing.

"That's why, I'm allowing you to come to the Sanctuary. We may not need you to procreate, but we need someone with your style and taste, not to mention your way with hair. I haven't known you long Gallant, but I like your company and I'd like us to be friends. But I must warn you, you are not to tell anyone you have made it. They cannot know that you're the only one making it, do you understand?" The young woman saw his eyes light up with happiness.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you, thank you for saying all those things. No one has ever really cared about me like that, honestly I thought you were a stuck up bitch. But you're not and so I think it'd be to be friends " he smiled at her kindly, Morticia felt her heart warm up at his words, she leant in and kissed his cheek.

"Of course my dear, I'm not as heartless as I may seem. Now you must head off, and remember what I said. No one must know" she pulled away and left the man to himself.

She walked to her and Michael's shared room, walking in she saw him walking out of the bathroom in just a towel around his waist. Morticia couldn't help but stare at the sight, the way the water dripped down his soft skin, his hair also dripping water and you could see he defined v-line.

She hadn't noticed she was staring for so long, until a voice snapped her out of her lustrous daze.

"Is something the matter my love?" Michael asked, his face showing an obvious smug look.

"Of course not, I'm just admiring the view" she replied looking at him, she walked to the wardrobe, grabbing her night wear.

"How was your talk with Gallant?" He asked, the woman changed before answering.

"It went fine, I helped him with his injuries and we spoke. I was thinking that he could come with us to the Sanctuary" the last sentence caught Michael's attention.

"You're not serious" he asked, wondering why she thought that was a good idea.

"Michael please, he may not be the wisest but I like him and I think it would be nice to have him around. He could be the hairdresser and stylist, he's better than you think. Just please, trust me on this" by now they were laying in bed together.

"Okay fine. Now on a different note, how are you feeling?" She couldn't help but smile at Michael's sweetness.

"I've been feeling okay, I feel nauseous every now and again. But I'm fine" she sighed cuddling into his warm body, he kissed the top of her head and placed a protective hand on her stomach.

His face brightened when he felt the life inside her, he could also feel a very small bump. He felt giddy with pride, he was going to be a father. He never thought in a millions years that he would be here, the love of his life laying in his arms, who is carrying his child.

And it's not just any woman, it's his childhood best friend. The girl who he's always felt a connection with, the girl that had been by his side at every waking moment. She's the reason his heart feels whole, she's the reason he's the man he is today. And he couldn't be more greatful to have such a beautiful and powerful woman by his side. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with her.