Clear Blindness

Chapter 20

Why is the sky blue? Why do people choose to do horrible things and are terrible people? Why did the Alpha King want my vulnerable baby?

Huh, I actually know one answer out of the three questions. The second question; people do horrible things because either (a) they want to (b) they have no other choice (c) they're the Alpha King.

I think all the above can answer the third question. Great, now I have a killer headache! A groan forced itself out of my throat. Vincent - thankfully pulling me out of my disturbing thoughts - was by my side in an instant, clucking over me like a worried mother hen.

"What is it?"

"Vincent."

"Is it the baby?"

"Vincent."

"Are you going into labor?"

"Vincent."

"Maybe I should-"

"Vincent!" I finally yell as he kept talking on and on about me and the baby. Did I hear him say he wanted some chocolate? No, that's probably me 'cause I'm so hungry. If he doesn't get me something to eat I'm going to lose my marbles.

He gives an apologetic smile which I gladly accepted. "Sorry, Ellie. I'm new at this."

I peck his lips. "It's okay. I'm just really, really hungry." I smile sheepishly at him. Nodding, he bends down, lifts me bridal style, and carried me downstairs where he sat me on his lap.

"What?" he prompts innocently, raising a perfect brow as I sit sideways on his comfortable lap.

"I can eat on my own," I grumble as he fed me. Oooh, I love me some pancakes. Hehe, at the same time I like me some Vincent. Who could blame me? With a fine body and an ass like that. Oh my, I gotta calm down.

My thoughts drifted off to other things that I missed and love about Vincent. I know I missed the way he used to look at me, but I love the raw passion and love that shines in his eyes every time they catch sight of me. I missed his touches, but I love his constant caresses like he thought I was going to just disappear. I missed smiles and laughs and voice and every single thing about him.

'Now we're in his arms,' that same good voice whispered to me.

The dark voice joined in. 'No thanks to you,' she snapped.

'It's not like we stopped her.' As always the good in me tried to reason with the other. It didn't work.

'Because she shut us out!' Then to me. 'We wouldn't have been captured in the first place if you weren't so selfish. Our child wouldn't've never been in danger!'

I was so caught up in what they were saying that I didn't realize Vincent had turned me to face him, hands moving all over my body in panic.

"Ellie, what's wrong?" His voice finally reached me. He sounded so anxious.

Finally I responded to him the only way I could at the moment; I cried my eyes out. It was like all the emotions I'd kept hidden suddenly broke free. Vincent kept wiping my tears away with a worried look taking over his face, murmuring soft words and comforting me.

It didn't seem right. "No," I sobbed out, pulling away from his sweet embrace to stand as far from him as the kitchen would allow. Somehow the huge kitchen wasn't enough for me, though. I needed to be somewhere else. Now.

Speeding through the hallway, I quickly opened the door and decreased my pace after a while. Of course Vincent followed me so it wasn't much of a surprise when he gently held my shoulders from behind.