Silent treatment

The mighty will fall

"Good morning." Was what I woke up to and Darius laying with me on top of him playing in my hair.

I pushed his arm away and rushed to the bathroom and release stomach fluids into the toilet. "You sure you're okay?" Darius asked picking up my hair and tying it in a messy bun.

I nodded and threw up some more before relaxing onto my shins, breathing heavy. "I'm gunna make breakfast." He promised leaving me on the bathroom floor.

I really want some pickles right now.

'Can you believe we're having five pups in one go round?' Amethyst asked stupidly.

'Can you believe I'm only 17 and not ready for this!' I screamed agitated at her and blocked her too.

"Brush your teeth and come in here please Gale!" Darius yelled down the hall. I did as told and slid into the seat the bacon aroma filled the air. "Now, I read this." He said slamming down the journal from yesterday. I just stared at it. "I can put two and two together Gale please do me a favor and don't make me have to say this." I sighed looking down.

I took the journal and wrote, 'Yes I'm pregnant.' And looked up tired.

"Now was it that bad?" So I added on the paper.

'With quintuplets.' He looked down at the page a large smile crossing his face. He touched my stomach and felt their heartbeats for a minute.

"You're serious?" I nodded slowly. "Is this why we're gunna need a bigger house?" He asked and I nodded. "I can't believe I'm having five kids." He laughed.

'I'm not ready for this, I have my whole life, I have a job!' I wrote. I'm just having some serious doubts right now.

"Baby look at me, you are going to be an amazing mother." I shook my head so many things can go wrong. "I'll be there all the way." He promised. "Any current cravings?"

'Pickles.' I wrote and he sighed.

"Of course the pregnant woman picks the one thing I don't have." He exasperated. I huffed and crossed my arms. "But for you anything." He said making a smooth recovery and kissing my forehead.

He turned towards the stove taking the eggs off and retrieving bacon from the microwave and sliding me a plate with a lot of food on it.

So I looked at him like he was crazy.

"You're eating for six baby. Now the next thing I'm gunna need from you is-," he trailed off staring down at my face but not at my face. "Stay in here I have to go. Lock the door and windows close the curtains and don't go anywhere until I come back." He kissed the top of my head and I gripped his hand tighter. "No you're staying here. I'm not risking you or my pups, babe please just stay put." He begged and I sighed. "Eat." He kissed my forehead and pulled me tight for a good ten seconds giving me a wary look and leaving locking the door behind him.

I went into every room and locked and closed the windows, then lounged on the couch with the notebook in hand.

Pooh bear. I sketched three and a half pictures before crying out in pain feeling a jab in the side of my stomach. Darius walked inside wearing a pair of shorts with dirt and blood covering his body and smiled down at me. I got up and he leaned into me laying all his weight atop me. "Get Logan." He whispered and I looked down at the large wound that extended down his abs.

I ran out the house sprinting past the clear land. The fight must've taken place up river.

I ran into the central hall and bumped into Liam.

He'll have to do.

I grabbed his bicep and pulled him down the steps with me and to the basement where I swung open Tate's cage and he looked at me.

I pointed to the mark and mouthed 'Please.' He nodded got up and followed me to the house where Darius laid still on the ground shallowly breathing.

"I don't trust him." Liam spoke up and turned to me as Tate bent down next to my mate and hovered his hands over the wound chanting to himself.

I grabbed the notebook and wrote, 'He's a healer.' He nodded and wrapped an arm around my neck bending down to whisper in my ear for just us to hear. "I've missed you, but he was insane. Didn't sleep. Just searched, he was out there like 24/7. You can't leave again." He stated with worried words.

I wrote, 'not again.' And watched Tate do his magic.

Authors note: Be amazing my Pickles!

Dauntless