The Queen and Her Kings

- C H A P T E R 7 -

~ Cleodore's POV ~

I woke up to Sun beaming through the peach sheer curtains and birds chirping.

Not.

I woke up to a warm little body snuggling closer into me. I opened my eyes and widened them because I forgot Christian slept over.

Whenever he sleeps over he likes to crawl into my bed and cuddle. Which I don't mind unless he pees my bed and then I'd have to change the sheets and bath him. Which is something I don't really want to do right as I wake up.

I don't mind babysitting him especially after what happened with Penelope. It's really depressing because everyone is sad and sulking.

But the only thing that keeps us going is Christian. He has always been our muse or our light of the day. He always has kindness in his heart even for the tiniest things when we don't. And that's what makes him special.

I always wanted to have kids of my own, but I can't. Like I really want a little kid. They're just so precious. But the consequences of my actions taught me a lesson.

I had to surgery because I got into a car accident when I was fifth teen and I broke my ribs so bad that they twisted into my reproductive organs. I was in pain for weeks because they put me in a coma to reduce the pain of the injury for a while, until I was almost healed.

When I woke up, 2 months had passed and I couldn't have any babies. My injury was there still is was just one my fallopian tubes teared and if they had surgery to fix them, there was a possibility of death for me.

I was ultimately debating the chance to have babies over my life, until I made the choice to live and eventually adopt kids in the future. I was heartbroken because growing my mother always talked about the joy of kids and light they bring and how she loved bringing us into this world. And everytime I thought back to those moments, I felt crushed because I could experience that feeling of giving life to my children without dying.

Because there was also a chance of dying if I made it through the surgery and full term pregnancy. That's what terrified me the most because I didn't want to die during my childbirth and never get to raise to my child, after everything I did inorder to get here.

But my family was worried about me because they thought I would chose the chance to have children in the future.

But the most heartbreaking thought of them all is never experiencing what you were made to do, produce or breed children. Because for us women that a major thing, to never experience motherhood or go through the pain of the pregnancy and childbirth. But they eventually sent me to rehab a few months later, because I was depressed and wouldn't talk to anybody.

So basically the only people that know is my twin brother/Theodore and my family. I haven't told Penelope yet because there's so much going on and I didn't need to bring it up and add more pressure.

Anyways I woke up to a ringtone, buzzing in my ears. I felt tapping on my forehead, repeatedly. I opened my crusty eye lids and stared into my nephew's crystal blue eyes.

It was kinda creepy until he coughed in my face then he just laughed it off. Like WHAT!!? Disgusting ass. Cover your mouth. Like idk care if your 3, 4, 5, or 10 cover your mouth. And the audacity to cough in my face, like directly in mY FaCE. (cOVid😷)