Where I Belong

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

 

Santana lay in bed, not being able to sleep. It had been hours since she felt the urge to lie down and rest, but the feeling had long gone past. She was wide awake, and a tad bit hungry. Sitting up, she walked over to the bookshelf and slid out a couple of books and carried them back to the bed.

She flicked the light switch on and looked the books over. One did interest her; it was Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. She had seen the movie before which was her number one favourite; a romance between a governess named Jane Eyre and her employer, Mr. Rochester. The heroine, she thought, was a passionate and loyal young woman; someone she wanted to be like. Making a mental note to rent it on Netflix for Nesta to watch, she continued to read.

After who knows how long, she dropped the book down onto the floor and turned off the light. Her eyes felt heavy and tired, meaning she could now go to sleep. Just as her mind slowly drifted off into a deep slumber…

“Santana!” she heard someone calling from outside the bedroom window. It sounded urgent, a bit frantic. Frowning, she shoved the duvet off her body and rushed towards the door. It was around three in the morning, and most of her family members or friends couldn’t get past the barrier of Nesta’s house, so they refrained from contacting her until she let them. Over the past week, she begged her older friend to teach her all about spells. If she herself had witch blood, Santana was sure that she’d be able to learn and master the basics of witchcraft within a month.

Turning the doorknob quickly, she rushed down the stairs where she bumped into something. A loud sigh echoed around the room and she realized the ‘something’ was Nesta. They both nodded at each other before heading outside onto the porch. Damon stood behind the white picket fence, face pale and brown eyes wide. He looked stressed, like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I know you haven’t wanted to see anyone since…well you know…but I think you’d kill someone if we didn’t notify you when it started,” he mumbled.

Pulling the robe around her body, feeling a bit chilly, she stared at him with suspicion. What was this all about? Was it a plan to get her away from the barrier’s protection, and capture her? Everyone most likely thought she was crazy after what happened, and she swore over her dead body that she’d never let anyone commit her for something that was real. Both she and Nesta witnessed the ghastly scene of the bathroom ‘trick.’ She was extremely thankful that the old woman was on her side.

“What’s going on Damon?” she said sounding aggravated as it was so late.

He turned his head towards the town then back at them. “It’s Hadyn, she’s in labour!” he nearly shouted, voice shaky.

Without hesitation, they ran inside to get dressed. After a few minutes, it was time to leave. Nesta was practically jumping up and down, excited to get there. For an old woman, she sure had a lot of energy. Santana only shook her head, and ran out the door.

“If anything happens, you help me out, understand?” Santana gave Nesta a look that said do it or else. She just didn’t want to get betrayed again like Damon did to her after she tried to commit suicide. Thinking back on it, Santana was glad that she didn’t, otherwise she’d be six feet under. And then she wouldn’t be on her way to becoming an ‘aunty.’

As they got into town, they rushed towards the hospital. Santana was still a little surprised about the whole werewolves having pups in normal hospital rooms with doctors. She felt sad once the doors opened, and the medical smell wafted around her. The last time she was a patient there…Santana shook her head, trying to get rid of the unbearable thoughts.

Damon unexpectedly grabbed her hand and pulled her along down a hallway towards the maternity ward. Once there, they heard soft cuckooing sounds as they entered and realized it was Tate’s voice making them. The second door in the large hallway to her right opened and her mother’s face looked out. She smiled at them with tears falling down her cheeks and motioned them towards the room. Baby sounds could be heard from inside, making her feel regret and disappointment. They missed the birthing process, not that she wanted to see it or anything. But she wanted to be there for her best friend and missed one of the most important milestones of Hadyn’s life.

Hadyn lay down on a hospital bed in her human form, holding within both arms two little infants. One had a blue wrap/blanket around it, and the other pink. She gasped and felt the strangest feeling rush through her. Her cheeks felt wet, and her hand went up to touch them; tears trickled down her face like waterfalls. In the next moment, she couldn’t help but jump for extreme joy.

*Well hey there!* Sage’s voice echoed from within her excitedly.

“Omg, omg, omg!” she yelled out loud while jumping up and down, causing the babies to yelp and cry.

She got looks that said “Yep, she’s lost it for sure,” but didn’t care. It was the most pleasant feeling, as if the sun shone down on her and fresh air filled her lungs. Almost as if she came back from the dead; a part of her returned.

*You’re back!* she shrieked happily.

*I’m sorry I left you after…they died. But it’ll get better now, we’re together again!*

“What’s wrong?” Nesta asked worriedly over Santana’s weird outburst.

“My wolf is back! I think it’s because of these two wonderful angels,” she smiled happily in their direction. “Can I hold one?”

Hadyn smiled but then let out a tiny snarl at Santana. “You weren’t here.”

“I know, nobody told me. You could have mind linked me or something, jeeze!” she shook her head at her.

Santana stared down at the tiny baby in her arms. Both babies had blonde hair, which could change as they got older into their mother’s orange colour. The little girl she stared down at was adorable. She had a lot of hair for a newborn, skinny little arms and legs, and sweet tiny lips. Her cheeks were chubby though, and had blue eyes. She looked a lot like Tate, whereas the little boy looked like Hadyn.

“Have you picked out names for them?” she asked softly so she wouldn’t startle her new little friends.

“We’ve decided on their names yes, but wanted to run it by you first,” Tate replied while holding Hadyn’s hand.

She quirked her head to the side curiously, wanting to know why. Everyone in the room smiled knowingly which brought her curiosity up a notch.

“This young man’s name will be Hiro Nova, and she will be named Avalee Santana.”

Tate put his hands over his face, but Santana could see that he absolutely hated the names.

*Poor fellow,* Sage laughed.

Santana agreed but thought it over. They named their children after Nova and she, which caused her to feel shaky but shrugged it off. They were just middle names after all; she’d just call them by their first names. Why get worried, at least she wouldn’t have to say her dead mate’s name all the time when calling the little boy. That was a lot better than simply naming him ‘Nova.’

     “Are you…serious?” she was flabbergasted. They stared at her worriedly, unsure if they had made her feel uncomfortable. “Hell yeah, I don’t mind. That’s awesome, really!” she waved her hand at them.

Everyone in the room sighed, afraid that she might have started yelling like usual over nothing. Since Sage came back, Santana felt somewhat happy. Nothing would piss her off at any moment. She looked down at the new Avalee, then over at Hiro and beamed, contented over their names.

Maybe her life would become happier now?

END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN