Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 15: Mine.

Miall

This part of my day felt sane. Lately, I felt like I had been losing my mind. Things hadn't been the same since I cut off the connection between Orion and Amanah; I hadn't even been around to see her, and the guilt had gotten me. What was I doing?

That wasn't even the worst of it; sometimes, I woke up right outside Amanah's room, and I knew Orion had taken me there. It was as if he was torturing me just to see what my reaction would be; he knew I couldn't see her because I felt bad for what I did. And that was why he kept playing such tricks on me. I'm exhausted.

He hid the memories of what he did when he took over, but he never failed to always play the memory of Amanah crying herself to sleep. He played it over and over again. The moment I felt peace, I saw her staring at the ceiling with her hands placed over her belly as the tears streamed down her face. If I had ever been with Willow, the picture of Amanah would have been plastered all over my head, and I couldn't think of it.

Of course, he wouldn't stay away from Amanah; he never did.

"What are you thinking of?" My mom asked, and I looked at her and smiled. I was so grateful she was here with me right now. Orion wouldn't speak to me; he wouldn't even show his presence, but I knew he was here listening and waiting for the perfect moment to torture me.

Things were never like this between us; we used to be one, and now we are two different beings living in one body.

"Nothing, I'm just happy to see the most beautiful woman in my life," I said, and she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Don't flatter me, boy; it won't make things any easier for you," she said, and I knew she was going to talk about Amanah; she always did. She told me how Amanah seemed to be glowing since she started preparing for our child's arrival and how her friendship with Anin and Malakhi seemed to grow. They're always there for her, and I was thankful.

I also wanted to be there with her and for her, but I just didn't know how to. All I'm ever able to do when I'm with her is hurt her.

"You should go see her," Mom spoke softly as she took my hand in hers. "She isn't angry at you or anything, but you should help her, Miall. She's carrying your child."

"I know mother," I said. "It's just that I'm embarrassed to face her," I admitted.

"Nonsense," she said, and I shook my head.

"Mother, she assumed that I didn't want to take my child's scan because it would make me fight with Willow," I said to her and she laughed.

"Well, didn't you tell her you were in love with Willow, and you want her to stop seeing Orion?"

"I did, but—"

"Are you in love with Willow?"

"What?" Where did that come from?

"I asked if you were in love with Willow?" She repeated with a straight face, which held no emotion or interest. I hated it when she would do this; whenever she would ask me like this, it would cause me to doubt my answer and think it over, but I didn't have to now because I knew how I felt.

"Of course, I love her," I said, and my mom nodded.

"Hm," she got up and smiled. "Well then, I have to leave now."

"Where are you going?" I asked as I got up and fixed my jacket.

"Well, I have to get more stuff for my grandchild. So you go back to Nioz while I look for some things, okay?" She smiled as she fixed my tie.

"Let me help you shop," I offered, and she shook her head.

"No, you go back home and see Amanah; it's about time you faced her because all you're doing for her here just shows how much you care about them," she whispered, and I nodded. "Is this really for in case she decides to leave Nioz?"

"You know she's going to want to leave."

"Not if you treat her right," she suggested, and I sighed.

"I'm going to marry Willow, Mom, and she will be Luna."

"But she isn't your—"

"Mom!" I snapped, and she nodded.

"Okay, sorry," she raised her hands. "I'll stop."

"Thank you," I breathed out. I knew she was only stopping because I wasn't willing to listen to her. "I love you," I kissed her cheek.

"I love you too, and I'll see you when I get back home."

We went our separate ways, and I opened the portal to return home.

"Idiot," Orion said, and I sighed as I pushed my hands into my pockets.

"You're finally talking to me again?"

"What kind of an idiot doesn't want to listen to his mother?" Ugh...

"You can't answer a question with a question, Orion," I waited for his response, but it never came. I rolled my eyes and closed the portal. Home, there has been so much pressure lately whenever I return home. Even though Malakhi was my best friend, I couldn't even get advice from him because he was on Amanah's side—why were there even sides?

I heard their voices coming from the kitchen. I walked toward them; it sounded like she was whispering something, but I didn't really catch it. I know...how ironic.

When I entered the kitchen, Amanah and Malakhi's noses were touching, and they stared at each other. Just how much time had they been spending together to get this close? My voice rippled through my throat before I had a chance to think about it.

"What the hell is going on here!" Their heads snapped towards me, and Amanah's mouth opened in a small "o." My heart throbbed, and I clenched my jaw. What is this?

"Nothing," Amanah said as she pulled away from Malakhi and placed her hands on her waist. I looked down at her belly and saw it had already developed into a small bump, and my heart drummed against my chest. I missed seeing it grow because of my ego. I didn't want to miss anything else.

"Malakhi, leave," my voice was low as I kept my eyes on Amanah.

"You can't tell him to leave when you haven't been around for two weeks," Amanah expressed, and I could see nothing had changed with her. She was still feisty and hard-headed.

"Leave," I said, and he bowed after muttering a soft 'sorry' to Amanah. We were alone in the house, and she glared at me, her mind silent as she ran her eyes up and down my body. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was invested in this.

The mood, the glaring, the way her heartbeat raced within her; this excited her just as much as it did me. Amanah was different.

"Who do you think you are?" She asked, slowly walking up to me. Her jasmine scent filled the entire space. Her steps were soft against the floor, but her heart said everything she didn't.

"I'm your baby's father, and who do you think you are kissing just about anybody?" What am I doing? Why do I care? But fuck, it pissed me off so much! I'm an ass.

"I'm Amanah, and I can kiss whomever I want," she declared as we stood toe to toe. I leaned down so that our faces were levelled. She released a shaky breath, and I watched as her chest rose and fell, trying to maintain her breath. I pushed my hand forward, gripping her chin between my fingers. Her lips parted, and I licked my own.

The need to kiss her consumed me, and I stared into her eyes. She wouldn't hate it, would she?

"As long as it's my baby you're carrying, you belong to only me. You're mine." 

A/N. Eh? Anyway...

Please vote, comment & share!

View it on AlphaNovel and add it to your libraries 🤎

Thank you for your support!!!

<🌻3