The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Unforeseen Changes

Amara's PoV

I woke up the next morning feeling an unsettling wave of nausea. The room was quiet, the early morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bed.

Donte lay next to me, still asleep, his breathing steady. I slipped out from under the covers, careful not to wake him, and the moment my feet hit the floor, the nausea intensified.

I bolted to his private bathroom, barely making it before I collapsed to my knees, retching into the toilet.

The violent heaves wracked my body, and no matter how much I wanted it to stop, it didn't.

I was dimly aware of Donte waking up, hearing him groan as he noticed I wasn't beside him.

"Little tribrid?" he called out, his voice thick with sleep. He didn't receive a response from me-just more retching.

After what felt like an eternity, the vomiting finally subsided, and I leaned back, panting, my body trembling.

I heard footsteps approaching quickly, then a gasp as Donte saw me hunched over the toilet.

He was by my side in an instant, pulling my hair back from my face, his touch gentle and comforting despite the panic I could sense in him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I shook my head weakly, reaching for the towel. He handed it to me, and I wiped my mouth, trying to steady my breathing.

He helped me to my feet and guided me to sit on the closed toilet seat, his eyes searching mine for answers.

"Amara, what's wrong? Tell me," he pressed, his worry growing by the second.

"I don't know," I replied, my voice barely a whisper as I placed a hand on my stomach. "Maybe I ate something bad yesterday."

Donte knelt in front of me, his expression serious. "Amara... you didn't eat anything at all yesterday."

His words hung in the air, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. "When was the last time you got your period?"

His question made me freeze. My eyes darted around the room, trying to remember. "Like... two months ago..." I trailed off as realization dawned on me.

My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up at him, my eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.

The silence in the room was deafening. I could hear the steady thrum of my heartbeat in my ears, but then, as I focused, I heard something else-something faint yet unmistakable.

My vampiric hearing picked up a sound that made my stomach drop: a rapid, fluttering heartbeat that wasn't mine. A tear slipped down my cheek as the truth settled in.

Donte noticed the change in my expression, his eyes narrowing with concern. "Amara?"

"I..." My voice broke, and I took a shaky breath, my hand instinctively going to my stomach again. "I think... I think I'm pregnant."

The weight of my words hung between us, and I watched as Donte's face shifted from confusion to shock.

I had faced countless dangers in my thousand years of living, fought battles that tested my limits, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

The fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of what this meant for us, for me-it was overwhelming.

As I looked into Donte's eyes, I saw the same fear mirrored back at me.