My Secrets

5.7 Strange frequencies

Lilith is sat on her bathroom floor, she had put Willow to bed an hour earlier. Scott had told her to stay home as she hadn't been feeling good the last three months since she left the hospital.

She is staring at the tile floor, clearly deep in thought. Stiles was with Theo watching over the body of a junior from school who had been killed by the Dread Doctors. She is alone, weirdly enough, she likes it more these last weeks.

She began to like it more to be alone with her thoughts. Everything and everybody made her angry, she was way too tired to be around anyone. Even if she slept from 9pm till 11 am, she is still drained.

Plus the fact that she gets nauseous when she is hungry. She would wake up in the mornings and empty her stomach, the whole day. Even waking up a few times at night to rush to the bathroom to throw up.

She hadn't let Stiles sleep over in a month, not wanting to cause him any more loss of sleep. Even though Stiles still protests, he tries to not piss her off, not more than she already is at least.

Willow sleeps at her dad's most of the time. She is aware of the changes in her mother, she understands them as her dad tries to explain it all. That pisses Lilith off too. The way that stiles already thought it, but didn't tell anyone.

There's a silence in the house, until the alarm of Lilith goes and she gets up. She sighs as she walks to the sink and looks at the several tests. "Positive?" She whispers to herself as she looks up at herself and tears start running down her cheeks.

Her hands go on her belly as she stares at it in the mirror. She can't be...ho...wh...wh... "Mommy?" Willow asks in her own room.

Lilith doesn't hear her as she's wrapped in her own head. But suddenly the door opens and Lilith looks up. "Mommy? I was calling for you," Willow says making Lilith walk to her and pick up the little girl.

"I'm sorry, baby," she smiles as she lays with her daughter in bed.

Willow looks at her mom. "Mommy? Why is you sad?" She asks making Lilith smiles as Willow wipes away her tears.

"I'm not sad. It's happy tears, baby. There is sad tears, angry tears, tired tears and happy tears. And mommy is having happy tears. But no telling anyone yet. Okay?" She asks making Willow nod.

"Otay," she smiles as she closes her eyes.