Breaking Point (BWWM)

22. Deluge

A/N: Thanks again for being so patient with me, guys. I know I left y'all hanging lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a bit overdue but I just wanted to make sure it's polished for you before uploading it. Sorry I've been so busy, I've been travelling internationally this summer so it's been difficult to find the time to write these chapters out. This chapter was actually supposed to be longer but I figured some things needed more fleshing out, I'll try to update again soon! Thanks, as always! Stay tuned, see you in the next part! Peace. 💜

Braxton blinks, his expression frozen in utter shock. He could hear his wife's heart palpitating hard, and she dropped her fearful gaze from his, thinning her lips. Was he hearing things? "...W-What?" He asked, though his voice felt frail like a leaf.

She shifts uncomfortably, pressing her hand to her stomach some more, her face was looking even paler than before. Her copper gaze wouldn't meet his, but he kept his hand on her cheek, not letting her turn away. "I-It's just... I haven't been sick like this since we were expecting Aesir a-and-" she stopped herself, shutting her eyes and inhaling sharply, breathing slowly and deeply. Her hands were shaking, he looks at her palm pressed to her abdomen. No clear sign of anything different from what he could tell. He almost wants to dismiss it, though this was a serious speculation. Braxton gently takes hold of her hands, massaging the back of them with his thumbs. It's meant to soothe her nerves, but honestly, he needed something to hold on to. It feels like the floor is about to swallow them whole. And if he didn't concentrate, his knees would probably buckle.

He scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head, "I don't know what to say..." his face felt warm, especially his eyes. And he felt a smile starting to tug at his lips, despite the weight he feels dropping in his chest. He tuned in to try to make out even the faintest rapid noise, but it was probably still too soon to tell. "Wow..." he chuckled, looking back at his poor wife. Her eyes were still closed. He pulls himself together, ignoring the light feeling fluttering about his stomach, the weight of anchors in his feet. He shakes his head, focusing on her.

"Are you okay?" He fretted, her head started to fall back a bit, gently he caught it, pulling her closer to him to secure his grip around her body.

"'M dizzy..." she whispers to him. He hums at that, securing his grip on her waist. Braxton lifts her up carefully, wrapping her legs around his waist. She didn't say anything, swallowing thickly as she looped her arms around his neck. She was gripping him much tighter than usual, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"D'you feel sick?" He wondered, feeling her head bob, followed by a shaky breath. He carries her over to their bedroom, laying her on their bed gently. She looked even fainter, the color having completely drained from her face, not to mention how weak she seemed, like her body was heavy. Rather than vomit, she looked like she may faint. His inner wolf felt her ailing, wishing there was more he could do to make her feel better. "You alright, Lu?" he worried, his heart throbbing at how sick she looked, she grips their sheets tightly, and she kept swallowing thickly.

She didn't answer at first, ...I'm sorry, she eventually stated. Her tone was soft, and thus rather hard to decipher. But he recognized guilt, apprehension. It sounded like more than her trying to be modest about her illness. His brows furrow, head tilting a bit as he observed, her face appeared clammy. He sends a link to Faye, asking her to prepare some cold towels to place on Lucy's forehead.

"For what?" He couldn't be sure what she possibly would have to be sorry about. For anything.

I just... we didn't plan for this, Braxton, she started. He feels his expression dropping more at her dark, regretful tone. He nods along, her glassy copper eyes peering up at him with an anxious look he hasn't seen in a while. I know you're happy with just our son.... I guess I didn't know how you'd react. Again, he blinked at that. He wondered what made her come to such a conclusion... had it not been for their current circumstances he'd probably be more lively about this but.... Did she really think he'd be upset about this? He found no reason to be, if anything it was quite exciting - intimidating as all hell, but exciting all the same. He always pictured himself having a few children, ever since he was young. Now though, the circumstances were especially difficult to circumvent. Maybe he was a bit too careless... damn Anderson family timing.