Give me Woe

Chapter 26 - The Next

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After becoming a mother, Wednesday quickly realized stark differences as she endured her second heat.

Reluctant to abandon the world entirely for the next week knowing that would mean her son was left behind, she sent Xavier to bring him there the following morning, along with some supplies from her usual nest and a plethora of items they may need.

Groceries.

Soap, towels.

Blankets, clothing.

As Wednesday sprawled herself on the makeshift mattress she and Xavier had spent their sleepless night on, her black eyes drifted over the dilapidated paint that lined the ceiling high above her head, through the bed's ripped canopy fabric.

She hadn't even noticed it coming until it was already too late, her cycle.

What would that mean for-

Wednesday's thoughts quieted as the rickety door to the fading bedroom opened to let Xavier charge in as he carried Desmond in one arm and a large bag in the other.

She instinctively sat up the second she realized her son's face had dampened with quiet tears.

"I think he's ready to see Mom again." Xavier smiled as he walked over, placed their little boy in her safe embrace, and sat the bag down.

Wednesday gazed into Desmond's large, dark eyes before he gave her an angry little scowl and smushed his face against her while his tiny fists grabbed what they could of her arms.

"I'm sure my parents took great care of him." Xavier shrugged, "He was happy to see me though. Now he's happier to see you......"

"We're his parents, Xavier." Wednesday quipped, "He's ours, not theirs. I've never understood why people have children just to let their own parents raise them."

"Maybe they don't have other options." Xavier shrugged.

"We do." She snapped.

"......I don't think we were in any position to care for him last night." He chuckled.

Wednesday was silent as Desmond cuddled against her and laid his tiny, raven-hair covered head against her chest.

Xavier forced his raging instincts to quiet as he watched his mate expose her breasts to their hungry son as he wrapped his tiny arms around her and latched on.

"You know, he still hasn't spoken." Xavier commented as he sat down next to Wednesday on their makeshift bed.

"I didn't speak until after my second birthday." Wednesday replied.

"......And you hardly talk now." Xavier smiled.

Wednesday's black eyes flickered up to meet his gaze before she looked down at their son again.

"I just want him to be ok." Xavier added, careful not to offend his wife, ".......You know, to make sure he has everything he needs."

"Why wouldn't he have everything he needs?" Wednesday snapped, "He has us, isn't that enough?"

Xavier frowned,"Well, sure, but when I was little I saw a speech therapist for a couple months and it really-"

"-He'll speak when he's ready." Wednesday interrupted, "I'm not going to be held responsible for putting him through the trauma of seeing a therapist. He's a little young for that misery."