The youngest Mikaelson

Chapter 3 - 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓁

two months later
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I was helping mother making an ointment, when my head began spinning again.
I stumbled backwards with a hand on my head and closed eyes. It had been happening often lately. I had been taking some herbs, but it wasn't helping so I really didn't know what to do with it.

"Is something wrong, Eliza?" mother asked. When I regained my balance, I turned my head to her, "No, nothing is wrong." I concentrated on the herbs. I was crushing them in a wooden bowl. "I feel just a little nauseous."

"How long now?"

"Two-three weeks," I replied. "But it's not like I'm nauseous all the time. Only sometimes. My head hurts or spins and then I feel like I will vomit. Well, sometimes I do, because I can't hold it," I confided. "I tried some herbs, but it didn't help." Mother just nodded and it seemed she was thinking about something, "You've been meeting Thiago, haven't you?" I looked at her shocked. How could she figure it out? I was careful. I couldn't lie to her anymore. I had to tell the truth.

"Yes, but, how did you – "

"Eliza," she stopped me, "I don't think you're ill."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you seen Thiago two months ago? You came home with your dress dirty," she asked.
I didn't comprehend what was wrong. Why was she asking? She was scaring me. "Mmm, yeah," I confirmed, "but why are you asking?"

"I think you're with child, Eliza," she said.

"But – we – we didn't – I mean – "

"Well, there is this act, when a man and a woman, they – "

"Okay, okay, I get it," I stopped her. I knew exactly what she meant. But I hadn't known that this was the way how to beget a baby.
I was in a big mess.

"Well, then we have a problem, my dear," she concluded and I knew she was right. If father found out, which was probably going to happen, I didn't know what he would do. What he was able to do. There was only one option,
I had to run away.
      So, after I had helped mother to do everything, I told her I was going to Theo and sneaked out to find him.

When I got there, I immediately spotted him carrying the wood for the fire from the forest. He noticed me, laid the wood down and went to me. He hugged me and wanted to kiss me, but I stopped him by placing my index finger on his lips. He looked at me offended that I was preventing him from a kiss, "Why?"

"We have a problem," I announced and he looked at me skeptically, "Your father found out?"

"No," I glanced down on his feet.

"Then what is it? Eliza?" he was getting impatient. I stared into his face. "Thiago," I looked around in case someone was close enough to hear what I was about to say. Because I didn't want that. Thiago's eyes were searching my face like if he wanted to find the answer there. "I'm pregnant," I said looking deep into his eyes and waiting for his answer.

"What? And you're telling me this just like that?" his face expression changed into some
I had never seen on his face. Rage, he was angry, irritated. He ripped his hands away from mine, let out a sigh of frustration, walked a few steps back and turned his back at me.
He then turned around to face me and came closer, pointing his finger at me. "You were with someone else. You had a baby made and now you want to sew it on me," he whisper-yelled. I winced. He was scaring me. I didn't know that this person was there, somewhere inside of him. I had never thought for even a second he would do that. That he would be this person.