Loving Marianna

Chapter Seventy- Three

The table goes silent and I feel my face go red.

"No. We're trying, and that's all I'd like to say about it. Thank you." I say with finality flipping of Pietro taking a sip of champagne.

Everyone looks around awkwardly not sure what to do now.

"I'm sorry Anastasia, I should've waited for a better time to ask sometimes I have no self restraint and don't think before I speak."

I take another sip of my drink accidentally shattering the glass in my mouth.

My mates rush to help me but I reassure them and go to the bathroom by myself. I look in the mirror and tears well up in my eyes as I pick small pieces of glass out of my tongue. This is not how I imagined our engagement party to go.

I quickly turn around when I hear the door creak open and see my mother coming in.

"Typically when the door is closed it means the bathroom is occupied." I say turning back to the mirror.

"I'm sorry Marianna, I just got so excited at the thought of being a memere." (grandmother)

"Whatever mom, just leave me be so I can finish getting the glass out and finish this party."

"No, why don't you just tell me how it is for once." She crosses her arms.

"I promise you don't want me to do that and I have a party to get back to." I say trying to leave but she blocks my path. I look her in the eyes and see she's not letting this go.

"Fine. You hit it on the nose when you said you don't think before you speak. You speak like the world revolves around you and everyone owes you answers. You make inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. You don't think before you speak, you don't think before you act."

"Before I act? What exactly is that supposed to mean Anastasia?" My mother questions defensively.

I snort, "what is that supposed to mean? Oh I don't know maybe leaving your nine year old alone with a man you knew for barely a month all alone for weeks on end! You wanted to travel the world so you did! You wanted to know if I was pregnant and even after the first time of me telling you it was inappropriate you do it again! In front of a lot of people nonetheless!"

She looks at me with tears in her eyes and scoffs before leaving the bathroom. I follow her back out to the table where everyone has gone silent again watching my mother gather her things tears running down her face furiously now.

"Let me bring you home Ophelia." Loki says rising from his seat.

My mother wipes her nose and sniffles before answering, "thank you honey but I'll just call a cab, I wouldn't want to run the risk of saying or doing something I shouldn't."

I sarcastically laugh and sit back down finishing the closest glass of champagne in one swig.

"Let her leave. It's all shes good at." I scoff taking Peters (Q) drink also downing it in one swig.

My mother walks over and slaps me across the face. I shoot up out of my seat clenching my jaw barely even realizing my grandparents and other siren relatives moving behind me looking at my mother threateningly. My mates and their loved ones continue sitting in their seats shocked, not sure what to do.

"Leave my house now." She looks between me and my grandparents laughing through tears.

"Peut-être que j'aurais dû laisse-les t'emmener quand tu étais plus jeune depuis que j'étais une si mauvaise mère." She turns and leaves without another word and I fall back into my seat putting on a fake smile through my tear filled eyes.

"I'm so sorry for that everyone. I know we made things awkward but I would really love for this not to be a complete disaster so please enjoy yourselves."

Slowly and awkwardly conversations begin but as we keep the booze flowing the previous events of the night were soon forgotten about. That is until the party was over.

"Baby I'm sorry I didn't think she'd be able to catch on just like that." Pietro apologizes again.

"Stop trying to control me then. You're making me question doing this right now."

His face changes and his voice grows desperate, "I can't say I'll stop completely but I promise to not be controlling." I nod and pull him into the bed with the others and myself.

"You know as shitty as a situation as it was I think it was good that you got that shit off your chest to your mom. I think you've held a lot of resentment that you didn't quite recognize." Bruce says rolling over to wrap an arm around my waist I move into his touch and enjoy his warmth.

"I'm sorry for ruining our party." He kisses my head.

"You didn't ruin anything my love. What did your mom say in French before leaving?"

I turn over unable to look at him voice cracking as I speak, "maybe I should have let them take you when you were younger since I was such a bad mother."

Over the next few weeks I heard nothing from my mother and made no effort to reach out to her either. We continue trying to get pregnant with no success yet. I've been doing less dangerous missions just in case though. We've taken a couple trips to Manhattan to see how the progress of the house is coming and to say the land is huge is an understatement. I shouldn't even call it a house, Tony is basically building a modern castle. We continue planning our wedding and in a couple weeks our trip to Bora Bora will be happening. We promised Fury to have our phones on at all times so if he needed us Stephen or Loki could get us back quickly. And after that Wanda, Natasha, Gamora and myself will be going wedding dress shopping together. I've continued my training with my mates but we've been focusing on less fighting stuff and more political and history things about Wakanda and Asgard.

Things were going pretty well aside from things with my mom. And even though I've been iffy about this whole baby thing I have an appointment today with an obgyn that Shuri helped T'challa find after hearing the news.

After being examined I change and go to the lounge to wait for the results. Yes Tony had the obgyn come to the tower, no he's not sorry.

We wait quietly and anxiously until the doctor walks in and takes a seat across from me.

My stomach sinks when I see the look on her face.

"I have a couple of questions before I start is that okay Marianna?" I nod and she begins.

"You're a siren with healing properties correct?" I nod my head.

"And before you knew you were a siren you healed faster than others but not nearly at the rate as you do now or when you first found out." I nod again.

"And though we don't have records of it because you were never brought to the hospital you were physically abused as a child?" I swallow and nod.

"According to the tests there is severe damage to your uterus most likely caused by the abuse you faced as a child. It doesn't mean it's completely impossible for you to have a child but it will be quite difficult and with high chances of miscarrying."

"Thank you." I mutter quickly before briskly heading to my room and closing the door burying my face into the pillow and screaming the soft cotton of the pillow soaking up my tears.

I hear a soft knock and quickly close my eyes pretending to sleep. The door creaks open and I feel them climb around me not saying a word. I keep my eyes closed but let my tears keep falling as I fall asleep accepting their silent comfort.