Sorry

twenty four

abia kamin

Hadlee and Rowan were beginning to argue a lot. The root of it was because of how much time he was spending with me instead of her. Although being aware of my pregnancy, she was still frustrated that his attention was being split. I felt bad. I didn't want to make them fight, especially because I knew how happy Hadlee was in their relationship. Being the reason for their arguments did not feel good.

I stood in the kitchen, pressing the button on Nespresso machine to make a cup of coffee. Rowan would be picking me up any moment now for us to go shopping. Despite moving to Maine, where we were planning on moving doesn't have many stores around and it makes more sense to do a majority of the baby shopping now.

"Are you supposed to be drinking that?" Damon entered the kitchen just as the mug was meeting my lips. I brought it down. He quickly picked up on my confusion. "I read somewhere that coffee isn't good for pregnant woman."

"Oh," I slid the mug over to him and he accepted it with a smile. Stupid of me to assume things would be different for a supernatural baby. I unhappily had to settle on making myself a herbal tea.

"You going out with Ardon today?" He asked and I nodded before feeling like this was the perfect opportunity to ask about Isabelle.

"How do you and Isabelle know each other? And why do you look like you're going to kill each other every time you're around each other?" The mug was a furnace under my fingers.

"I met her after I moved out. A party on school campus. We dated for a while when her and her boyfriend were on a break." My eyes widened. Isabelle and Damon were in a relationship. "Once I learned who she was, what she was, I ended things. For her sake. It wasn't easy. I loved her and we were...bonded. But she hated me for it. She went back to her ex. I didn't like seeing them together so I killed him," he shrugged, speaking as if ending a man's life was no big deal. I could accept that Rowan and Mateo were murders. It's in their blood, they're vampires. But my brother?

"You killed him?"

"Don't look at me that way, Abia. You do fucked up shit when you love someone. I couldn't stand to see her with someone other than me. Couple weeks later she randomly shows up here. I suppose she's still hurt that we broke up and hurt that I'm not okay with her being with just anyone. I'm a selfish bastard. She can find love when I'm dead and our bond is broken," he gulped his coffee. I sighed, leaning back on the counter behind me.

"It's weird. You know, going baby shopping with someone who isn't even my baby's father," I stared at the teabag that rested in the mug. I bounced it up and down.

"Do you miss him?" It's been nearly a month since I last saw him. My feelings have yet to fade, but this baby serves as a good distraction.

"Not now. But maybe when my stomach grows bigger and I have a daily reminder, then I'll miss him," I admitted and he slowly nodded. Our heads turned to the side when my mother turned the corner. We went silent, but it was obvious that she had heard a portion of our conversation. I shut my eyes, finding a way to prepare for what my mother is about to say to me.

"Abia, why would your stomach be growing?" Her eyes went to my stomach that was covered by a baggy hoodie despite the weather. "Are you pregnant?"

"N-"

"Don't lie to me," her voice was stern. She was not going to tolerate my lying, and there was no way around the truth. She's normally the calm one between my father and her. I was worried if she didn't keep her voice down that he would hear. "And you know? You know and you didn't bother to tell your father or I?" She looked at my brother.

"She's my baby sister. I didn't feel the need to tell you when I could be able to help her myself, plus she's an adult now," Damon defended me and I was so grateful to have him on my side.