Shattered

Here again

Sleeping at the Black's home has brought a wave of nostalgia. I sure as hell can not wait to get back home and just relax.

A knock sounds on the door. Thus has been the room I've been sleeping in since the day Ally and I decided to be friends. And till date, I sleep in it.

"Gemma, breakfast is ready." Alice says .

I don't reply. Instead I look at the boy sleeping in my fattening arms. His forehead nestled in between my breast.

A smile plays on my face. I move him a little so that I can freshen up. It's easier to freshen up while he's asleep that when he's awake. Because then I have to literally check on him every two seconds if he isn't doing anything dangerous.

Being a first time mom is genuinely the best adventure I've put myself up for so far. I know that Ethan was a surprise but he is the best surprise I could've ever received.

Although he made me wish my mother was there to help me most of the time, I enjoyed raising him so far.

After showering, I head to wake him up. Shaking him a little but before I carry him.

He stirs. What a beautiful creation. That I made!

"Ethan baby! I need you to wake up." I whisper-yell.

After a few more attempts he wakes up. A few tears brimming his face but he ends up waking up anyway.

I walk down stairs with him in my arms.

"Good morning." I say shyly. All the Black's are seated. Except Alyster.

They all greet excitedly.  Smiles covering their faces.

I sit next to Ariana. Which happily starts playing with Ethan. I look at the plate full of yummy looking fruits and pancakes, smothered with chocolate syrup.

I dig right into the food. The others are done before me so they start up conversation with Ethan.

It's when Alice speaks that I finally look up.

"I know this is sudden. But Gemma is part of our family . So Ethan is going to live with us for a while." She says.

And Ariana almost falls of her seat. She claps frantically. And my son smiles at her, his dimples apparent.

Just as I'm about to speak, the door squeaks open and voices sound from the door. I know that voice. I know it very well.

"Mom." He says.

"Alyster." Alice embraces him. And then moves on to embrace a red haired woman. She is about the same height as me, with emerald green eyes. Her lips are pink and plump.

Dressed very formally , I'm assuming they're headed to work, they stand. I know her.

"Willow." Alice says hugging her.

"Morning mom." She replies.

"Have a seat. We were just about finishing with breakfast." Alice ushers the two.

Alyster's eyes meet mine. And then they drop to my chest, where Ethan's small hand is playing with the hem of my shirt. His face twists.

Willow seats across from me and Alyster next to her.

And she looks at me. Hard.

Okay that has to be weird right? I dont like her.

And no, this has nothing to do with whatever it is Alydyer and I had. Not even a little bit.

"Who are you? I mean I can tell you're not a Black. You have non of their gorgeous traits. So?" She asks.

Did this idiot just call me non gorgeous? No never. This girl is asking for me.

"I'm Gemima. Pleased to meet you too." I play it cool. I smile, but the corners of my lips twitch.

"Oh and there's a baby! She's so cute what's her name?" She asks.

"His name is Ethan." Ariana bites out. I can tell she doesnt like her.

"Alright, Gemma is like a daughter to us. And her son Ethan is our grandson." Alice says. I can tell that she's trying hard not to make this awkward.

"Oh hello." She fake smiles. She eats a grape and stares at me.

Alyster starts speaking to the quads. Who seem to be happily conversing with their elder brother.

I push my chair back and stand.

"Excuse me." I stand, Ariana looks at me and nods.

I walk past the quads and then past Alyster and up the stairs. I walk into the bathroom and stare at myself. What the hell?

The door behind me squeaks, who the hell would come up here knowing that I'm in here?

"Ge-mi-mah." Someone says.

"Oh Willow?" I turn to her. She looks at me with a sly smile.

"How can I help you?" I ask, trying to fill the void of silence that has fallen upon us. She just looks at me.

She stares, hard at me. Pouring lava over my skin and burning every bit of shell that I can hide in. Leaving me bare.

"What is it?" I ask, feeling extremely annoyed. What is her problem.

"Nothing." She says, and my temper explodes.

"What the hell do you mean nothing, you walked into the bathroom while I'm trying to use it and you stare at me. What's your problem Willow?" I ask her.

She smiles. For a moment it's as if shes not going to answer but she does.

"I'm just trying to understand you. What are your motives? What are you trying to do? Are you trying to trap Alyster with that boy? Because it won't work. He loves me, he'll never look back." She says. Calmly.

"What the hell? Willow you dont know me. You have zero information about me. But you let your ego and pride carry you all the way up here for you to spit rubbish at me?

Willow I want nothing to do with your boyfriend. My son has a father and his father and I are together and in love.

Trust me when I say I dont want anything to do with Alyster. " I tell her.

"You better hold on to that. Wouldnt want to get hurt would you?" She says leaving.

"By who? You? That's shallow Willow. " I say as she leaves. .

She stops for a bit before her footsteps resume.

It's time to leave this hell of a place. I take my stuff and I walk back downstairs.  They're all staring at me.

The charade has been moved to the great room. 

"I'll be on my way now." I say to no one in particular.

Ethan runs my way. My heart cracks at the thought that I won't be seeing him that much anymore. I cant do this, leaving is as good as tearing my heart out and feeding it to me .

But I have to. For my son's safety. I want the best for my son and if this is the best then so be it.

"I'm leaving okay? But you have to be strong and good for mommy okay? I love you." I say kissing the boy. He smiles up at me. Tears also brimming his eyes.

"Wove you." He says.

"Dont cry my sweet.  Be strong for me, my big boy." I whisper into his ear. He holds me. And in this moment, the world feels perfect.

As though nothing could go wrong. None at all.

"Bye my love. " I kiss his forehead.

And I push the bag out of the house. Bethany's cries are loud and heartbreaking. My feet want to stop. To turn and fetch him. And just start over somewhere in New York.

But I cant. For me and for him. Our safety.