Alpha Elijah (Previously The Alpha)

Chapter 17: The Aftermath

I open my eyes as I roll over. My body aches, and my heart seems to physically hurt. The loss of our child still evident. I look around trying to distract myself.
We're clearly at home. How long have I been out?

"Hello beautiful." Elijah's deep voice sounds.

My eyes flicker his way. He sits in a large throne chair where he seems to just be watching me.

"Was it real?" I ask quietly hoping he will tell me it was just some awful nightmare. That what I'm feeling is phantom symptoms.

"No." Elijah's head hangs in his hands. His body in actual pain and torment.

My usually annoyingly loud brain is silent. Not a thought nor feeling comes through except grief. I want to lay there forever, not moving.

Suddenly the door opens, and Arabella swoops in. She heads straight for the curtains tearing them open. She motions for a maid to bring in a tray with food. The dresser swoops in, and heads straight for the closet. Arabella heads for the bed, and sits staring at me.

"What?" I say astounded.

"You have been out for three days." She says matter-of-factly.

"What?" I say surprised.

"Yes." Elijah answers.

I lay back down and hide back in the comforter. Oh well.

"Hold on, no ma'am." Arabella states. She grabs the comforter, and lifts it.

I grab the comforter back. "I don't want to do this."

I pretty sure it's Elijah who sits on the bed next to me. "Dezi, we have to try and move on."

I sit up angrily. "How? How can you just move on? We lost a child Elijah. God damn it. How does anyone just move on from that?"

"I... I don't know." He answers like he's actually thought it through. "But we have to try."

"Come on, you'll feel better once you've had some food and are dressed." Arabella tugs.

Elijah lifts me out of bed, and I lay my head on his chest. "Do you want to shower?"

I don't answer.   

"Okay." He says walking into the shower still carrying me. He stands there letting the water run down both of us. It soaks into our clothes, it makes everything cling to our skin. Once he sees that my hair is wet he sits is both down, grabs the shampoo, and cleans both of our hair. Next, he grabs the conditioner. Then the body wash. "Do you want to continue like this or do you want to undress?"

I look up at him not bothering to move. He doesn't seem to budge. I sigh, and stand up. I undress, and grab the louffa from him. I wash my body, and he does his own. Once we rinse off he turns off the water, grabs three towels, and we finish getting dry.

I finish getting ready in my own closet.

"Do you want me to pick out an outfit for you?" Arabella says walking in.

I look at her surprised.

"What? Elijah's all ready headed downstairs to and I quote 'actually make breakfast'." She says with her hands on her hips.

I laugh, "sure."

"Okay!" She skips off, and comes back with a garment bag. She unzips it, throws it over my head, and ties the lace. It's a gown, which I'm not surprised about. We're home. Thankfully it's loose.

"I figured you wouldn't want anything tight." She says quietly. A tear threatening to make its way down.

I shake my head no, and feel my knees threaten to buckle. The doorbell sounds, and we both make our way to the bedroom door. As we descend the stairs Arabella explains that the secret got out. Apparently the cleaner was paid a handsome amount.