Beauty and the Beast | Vergil Sparda x reader

Chapter 28 - Nursery

January.

It's getting close to three months, and you are quite sure of your pregnancy. The nausea only got worse, but would swing around into extreme hunger. Like your body had suddenly realized that it did need to eat, and decided to feel it all at once. However, it was easier to deal with than you thought. Not that this experience is any easier than you have been told, but the 9 foot tall man you call your lover makes it so much easier.

Wherever you go, he must follow. Like a love sick puppy he is, He will not hesitate to call for a servant if you want or need anything, or make sure no one bothers you when you feel ill. When you first began to speak on your symptoms, he was in a full internal panic. A life and family together is all he had wanted, but to cause you discomfort? There was so much guilt. Was it even worth it if you had to suffer? Either way, it was too late to go back. In turn, he showers you with love and makes sure that if any accommodations are needed, they get done quickly.

You have found it a little harder to sleep as of late, an overwhelming restlessness leaving you unable to just lay in bed as you normally would. On this particular night, you find yourself wandering the halls in your nightgown. Bare Feet on the cold stone floors, just like you had in the very beginning. If you told the girl you once were, who was just thrown over the gate and into what she assumed to be the thralls of a beast, that you were willingly carrying that "beast's" child... she would have thought you were insane. But if that is insanity, you were more than willing to be insane.

It's funny how much has happened and progressed in the time you've been here. It feels like years, but also no time at all.

As you walked through the halls so familiar, but once a maze, only a thin and weaning candle lit your way. If the candle were to go out, it wouldn't matter much, you no longer fear the darkness of these halls. You had no idea where your walk would take you, probably to the den or the library- as always. Eventually you found yourself on the second floor, just walking to walk, no destinations in mind. It is then you realize how you hadn't really paid any attention to any of the rooms that you hadn't been taken into. When you first arrived, every door and window looked the same to you, but now you can see how every door was decorated differently. Every room must have a different use, each is carved and painted in different patterns and colors (with the occasional scratching from large claws).

None in particular catches your attention until you find a pair of double doors. The left one is decorated in reds and golds, the right is with blues and silvers. The handles, unlike the round ones on almost every door, are beautifully worked lever handles. The red door's is gold, the blue's is silver. You don't know why they'd need two different handles to enter the same room, but it seems to fit the theme. Gently, you grasp the silver handle and push the door open. It groans with lack of use, and you feel yourself tense up for a moment. However, you are able to swallow the momentary fear. No one would be mad at you, there is no reason to fear.

Poking your head in along with the candle, you catch a glimpse at the little of the floor that is illuminated. A colorful and large rug seems to span the length of the floor. You continue to push in, revealing more of the room to you- however the candle in your hands is on it's last bit of wick. In a hurry, you look for any other candles to light. One on the left wall comes into your view, and you rush over to light it before your light goes out. It's a little tall, but you manige, the wall light is rather large and illuminates the room well. You take a step back and look out at the large room before you.

At the far wall are two large dressers, with a large chest in between. The right and left walls are painted with murals of great beauty, the one of the left is of a woman who looks so warm and holy- what you presume to be mother earth- creating and loving the earthly creatures. The right wall shows a man in dark armor overlooking the land and all those who live on it. And on either side of the room, left and right, there is a cradle. Each cradle was wooden, the same type of wood, but each head and footboard and different engravings and a colorful stone carved into a heart. You place the plate that holds your candle on the ground and make your way to the right cradle. Running your fingers over the ornately carved wood, taking note. The left cradle's stone was red, the right's was blue.