What Do We Do Now?

10

CW: death/child death, blood

It's the day... it's the fucking day and I'm so nervous, I couldn't eat last night. I know it's the traditional feast, since it could be our last but, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I came out of respect but I didn't even bother fixing a plate knowing I would just waste it. This morning, I woke up super early and just paced for a bit to release some nerves. I tried to be quiet since Delia was still asleep or so I thought. "Honey your pacing is making the baby anxious" she mumbled and I quickly stopped. "I'm sorry baby" I said crouching down towards her belly. "It's just that mama... well" might die, is what I wanted to say, but that seems too explicit.

"Do not tell our daughter that. You will be fine" she reassures me. "Ok" I say still not convinced but just going with it for now. We prepped and before I knew it, we were already starting the test. Zoe managed to pierce herself on the fucking gate and as my vitalum vitalis I brought her back. They clapped for me and we continued on with the test except Zoe, she was disqualified of course. We would do descensum and then pyrokinesis. Misty, Queenie, Madison, and I all laid in a circle with our heads touching. Upon being told we could start, we wished each other luck and said the chant in unison.

It was really dark wherever I was and I was feeling around for a light switch. As soon as I found one, hanging from the ceiling, I pulled it. The sight instantly brought tears to my eyes, Delia was laying on a table covered in blood. Her legs were opened like she had just given birth and there was a doctor in the room as well. He was saying something to me but it was inaudible, all I could see was our baby laying on a metal table. She wasn't crying, she was just laying there, covered in placenta and blood. I screamed louder than I think I ever could and as soon as I tried to run over, it replayed. "No no no pleaseee just let me touch her" I swear I heard someone laugh.

I tried that over and over again until I just slumped down on the floor. After a few minutes of sobbing, which felt like days, I forced myself to get up. I realized that I needed to get out of here so I started feeling around for any type of door. There was a loose panel in the wall so I pushed it making a door pop out. I went through it and I was led into a house I'd never seen before. I walked around to find Delia and our daughter in perfect condition. The child was older, at least 6 or 7 and she was absolutely beautiful. She had blonde hair just like Delia and her stunning brown eyes as well. She was perfect in every way and I walked over to go hug her, when she moved. She hid behind Delia and I looked at Cordelia and tilted my head.

"I told you not to come back" she spat, "Natalie, go to your room please" she said sweetly. The girl nodded and went up a flight of stairs, towards her room I assume. "I'm so confused right now" I said honestly, "I told you I never wanted to see you again. What part of that did you not understand?! Get the fuck out, y/n. Neither one of us wants you here. Natalie hates you and I definitely hate you, now get the fuck out my face you useless shit" when I opened my mouth to speak, it just played over again. I tried running to different parts of the house but nothing worked. I was balled up in a corner sobbing loudly as Cordelia told me, for what felt like the millionth time, that I was useless.

Then it occurred to me that this isn't real, the real Delia told me so herself. "It's not real" she had whispered to me and at that time, I had no clue what she was talking about. But right now, I held on to it like my life depended on it which in reality, it did.

Cordelia's pov
Everyone had come back and I was so proud, until I glanced at the floor again. Y/n was still laying there and time is running out very quickly. I tried to get down on the floor but it was damn near impossible until Myrtle helped me. I stroked her forehead just choosing to believe in her until the clock ran out. I watched as the sand fell, each grain seeming to move in slow motion yet so fast. The last few grains of sand were getting ready to drop when she abruptly sat up and gasped. I had to be quick to move out the way so we wouldn't bump heads. Her hand flew to her chest, the other attempting to touch the floor to ground herself.

Instead, she touched my thigh and that was when she realized I was there with her. My eyes teary, I smiled softly at her and she hugged me tighter than ever. Still conscious of my bump but, god she hugged my chest tightly. Everyone left the room to give us a minute and I just sat holding her until she calmed down. She pulled away and the first words she spoke were the most valid thing I've ever heard. "I'm not finishing" she uttered, standing up before helping me as well. "I'm not trying to push but, are you sure? It's just pyrokinesis left" I proposed. "I love you but fuck no" she said with a straight face.

I smiled sympathetically before allowing her to rest and going to see the others. As much as I wanted to go after her and comfort her, I had to be there for the girls.