Flaming Love [Lesbian!OC x Dimitrescu Triplets] COMPLETE

25

"In my dreams, maybe."

I woke with a jolt and glanced at my clock, letting out a low groan at the time. 'Not even time for work,' With a huff, I tossed the covers off of me and sat up. 'But this is how early I used to wake up to train.' My eyes glared at the clock that read 04:00 before letting out a defeated sigh. 'It wouldn't hurt to go for a jog, right? Even if what Apollo said is true.'

With my mind made up, I grabbed a change of clothes and a sports bra before getting changed. 'If Apollo is right, I don't want to risk overdoing it... Even if I end up not wanting the kid, I don't want to hurt it by exhausting myself. Like it or not, if I am pregnant, this child... No. This child will live. Hunter deserves to be a mother — this might be the only chance she gets. I can handle carrying the child to term and giving birth. For Hunter.'

My thoughts continued as I left my bedroom, only to stop upon seeing Lady Cassandra. She trudged from the kitchen — a glass of blood in her hand as she yawned. 'Gold,' I smiled when she looked at me. 'What is it about gold that captives people? For humans, it's mostly greed. Sure, it's shiny and pretty to look at, but most humans want gold for wealth.'

Lady Cassandra slowed to a stop before changing her course — heading for me. 'For gods, it's mostly decorative. The Titans? A symbol of their king.' Once the lady stopped again, I swallowed the lump of anxiety in my throat and felt my heart skip a beat when her eyes twinkled with mischief. 'For me... I think it means I'm in danger. But I don't want to run or fight this time. This danger is exciting.'

"You have soft lips."

"...Thank... you?"

"Oh good, you are still in there," Lady Cassandra giggled. "You never answered my question."

I opened my mouth and closed it again after a moment, nervously scratching my cheek. "Okay, I may have been in my own-."

"May? I asked you what you were doing up so early."

"Oh! I uh... I used to get up this early and train. Every day. Since I found out my uncles wanted me dead."

"When was that?"

"When did they start? When I was conceived. When did I learn?"

"Yes, dummy, when did you learn? How old were you when you started this routine?"

"...Seven years old."

"Wow," The lady breathed in shock. "Uh... So, how do you normally start?"

"Uh, a jog outside."

"Can't let you outside... but I'm sure we can find a fairly large and empty room."

"I actually know of one," I smiled before reconsidering her sentence. "Wait, 'we'?"

"I won't be able to sleep hearing your heart race," She hummed and grabbed my hand, pulling me with her. "So I might as well make sure you don't collapse. Now, where to?"

"This way," I laughed and took the lead. "...I have a question for you — well, a few. Since it's just us awake."

"Ask away."

"Do you... treat me differently?"

"...I don't know, do I?"