Beneath the Wings

Chapter Five

Trix

"I really don't know what to do, Lore." I sigh and flop back onto my bed. "Your cousin is just an asshole."

She sighs and climbs under my satin purple comforter and lays in bed next to me. Alora has been my best friend since she found me crying in the park at 8. Before that we were never close, I was always so close to Dain and after I avoided his whole family like crazy. Now we've been inseparable since, hell we even had a small fling in tenth grade before realizing we were better as just friends with occasional benefits.

She's a gorgeous spring elf, plump and elegant. Curves in all the right places and just oozes high class royal. She's 5'8 with golden tan skin and those crazy sky-blue eyes that you could look at all day and not care. And she has her hair dyed a beautiful ombre brown to sky blue. Matching her eyes.

Her parents stopped talking to her at 8, after they found out she was friends with me. They gave her an alternative; it was them or me. She stood by me without blinking an eye. I'll never be able to repay her for that kind of immediate blind loyalty. But I'll try for the rest of my life.

She lays her head up against my shoulder. "I know, babe. But there's nothing to be done about that right now. So, let's just enjoy our last few weeks as single ladies, shall we?"

"I guess so. I want to punch his hands-" I stop myself and huff, knowing damn good and well the third degree is coming.

"His what?" She asks as she starts jabbing at my sides. "Does little miss 'oh I hate him so much' actually think my cousin is handsome?"

I start laughing as she starts making kissy noises at me.

"No, you dork, I just have eyeballs unfortunately." She stops tickling me and hops up.

"Well at least we know with a model like you and someone who's 'handsome only to the eyes' like him, y'all will have some cute babies!" She's in my closet now, searching through my clothes while I soul search on how to handle that comment.

I want kids, I know I want kids. But do I want his? Am I even willing to have his?

"Can we even have kids?" I blurt out, without thinking. I mean we're two different species. Alora pops her head out, eyebrows bunched up.

"I know it's been a minute for you, Trixie, but damn." She walks out of the closet. "When a man and a wom- "

"No, shut the frick up. I know that part." I sit up and swing my legs off my bed to hop off. I still don't know what daddy was thinking when he bought me such a tall bed. I'm 5'2. "I know the logistics of it but are our species compatible? Can he even... you know... knock me up?"

"You spent that long thinking of a word, only to say, 'knock you up'?" She's staring at me like I've grown a third head.

"Alora! Focus please." I run my fingers through my hair, stressed about the possibility of having kids with him but also stressing at the thought of a life without being able to have a baby. Tears burn behind my eyes. "I mean this is life changing. I've always wanted kids."

Her arms wrap around me from behind.

"Babe, chill. You're 21 and we live for like, fuck all ever, we have time to figure it out as well as alternatives. But you will be a mom one day, I promise. I don't care if I have to steal you a baby. You will be a mom." She squeezes me even tighter, and that's how we stay for who knows how long until the anxiety calms back down and my tears dry.

I think I'm marrying the wrong cousin.

After a few minutes we continue getting ready, she wears a high-end dress with a black and white pattern and some black heels. I debated for a minute before throwing on my favorite lilac sweater with a twist in the front and some black leggings and converses. We take one last look in the mirror before we head out. Oh, how opposites attract.