The Devil and I.

Boys Will Be Boys.

Despite what I expected my sleep was dreamless and heavy. I woke up with Morgan's arm wrapped around me as if shielding me from the outside world. I felt empty again. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault, even though it was a feud between brothers my friends were being dragged into it, I know he just scared her but it was enough to piss me off. My friends were my family. When I turned to look at Morgan, he wasn't there.
"Morgan?"
I waited for a reply.
"Morgan!"
Finally I heard some movement downstairs and Morgan was suddenly at my side,
"What is it? What's happened?"
"You weren't here, I panicked."
He smiled and put his arm around me bringing me closer to him.
"What was you doing?"
"Nothing just watching TV."
"Couldn't you sleep?"
He shook his head, I put my hand over his and surprisingly his mind was open so I saw something. I saw him every night pretending to sleep. In the beginning when he was first here he would spend the night sitting outside feeling the air on his face, but lately he would stay in bed and watch me sleep. He watched me as if I was the most important thing in the room. He would hold me and feel at peace. The change had started when he realised he actually loved me. I let go of his hand and smiled.
"So you don't sleep?"
"Only when I need to Emily."
I gently nudged him,
"Idiot."

A month passed and I was now eight months pregnant. We hadn't heard off David since the day at Newt and Dolly's flat, I found it really strange but Morgan told me not to worry. I had noticed over the past month that Morgan's eyes were turning darker and the black was slowly covering his whole eye, I never mentioned it to him but I was worried more about that than David. David's eyes were completely black and that wasn't good so why was Morgan's eye doing the same thing? Maybe it was just stress. He had been 'working' a lot lately.
"What do you want for tea?"
"I don't think I'm going to be here for it Emily."
"Oh...okay."
"Don't sound like that you know I would spend everyday with you if I could but it's my job. It's my life."
"It's fine Morgan."
He sighed and left. He just left. I cried. My hormones were driving me wild and at the moment I felt like Morgan wasn't invested in our little life together. I missed him. Dolly had recently started a job so it wasn't like I could visit her. I had no company except my bump. Lately the baby had been moving more and pushing on my stomach, I'd always put my hand over the spot he touched and normally he would push again feeling me there.
"You will always have me."
I said to my bump. My mobile phone rang. I answered.
"Hello?"
I heard my own voice repeating what I just said to the bump. So I hung up and left my phone. It kept ringing but I refused to answer it until Morgan came home. I made myself some pasta and watched my phone ring and ring. I did have caller id but I didn't trust it, I've seen enough to know that your eyes can deceive you. I ate and rubbed my bump, it brought me comfort knowing he was still in there. For the time being he was safe. Morgan stormed into the house at half ten at night, he ripped his shirt off and threw it on the floor. I came from the living room and watched him pull his fingers through his hair. He looked like a desperate man, a desperate man covered in dark blood. I struggled to bend down to pick up the shirt but he snatched it off the ground before I could,
"Emily leave it okay?"
As he was speaking his shirt caught fire and vanished.
"I was just going to pick it up!"
"You can barely bend why would you bother?"
"Because this is my house and I don't want blood all over the floor!"
He looked at me his eyes slightly flaring up but that wasn't going to put me off arguing back.
"Emily I've had a shitty day okay? Just leave me alone."
"You've had a shitty day? I'm eight months pregnant, alone nearly all day, getting weird phone calls from your lunatic brother!"
He looked like he would explode in my face but when what I said sunk in he stopped and looked at me concerned,
"David has been calling?"
"Yes! I've been ignoring them but he is relentless. I've been scared and upset and when I need you, you kick off!"
My hormones got the better of me and I started crying again, Morgan walked slowly towards me but I took a step back,
"Ive had enough of this new attitude you've got!"
"Emily, this isn't new. This is business. I've always been myself."
I couldn't take anymore I went up to the bump's bedroom and sat on the rocking chair that we put in there. I heard Morgan swearing and stomping up the stairs to the bathroom where he had a shower. I went back to rubbing the bump as silent tears fell, I heard my phone ringing downstairs. So did Morgan. He stuck his head around the door and went downstairs to get my phone. I heard him answer and then heard a lot of shouting, so I knew it was David. I heard the door slam and became instantly worried, I looked out the window and saw both brothers engaging in a fight. Before I could even mentally respond I was physically outside trying to pull them apart. When I mentally caught up with what was happening my first thought was I shouldn't be here. David's eyes caught mine and he looked worried but then surprised, he pushed me gently away from the fight and then Morgan saw me and looked so concerned but then hit David for pushing me. I stood up and screamed,
"Stop! For the love of God stop!"
And they did stop, staring at me as if I was an alien. They separated while staring at me. David growled at me and Morgan growled at him. From deep inside me I felt a movement that caused me to growl back at the brothers. My growl was uneven but sounded as dangerous as Morgan's. It shocked all three of us. I looked at David and growled again, he backed away and with one last look at Morgan he left. When Morgan made sure he was gone, he fell to his knees and doubled up in pain. I gently tugged him up and helped him back into the house. He was staring at me with wide eyes as I put him in a kitchen seat.
"Emily did you just...?"
I was running some water to clean his wounds with.
"Yes I did Morgan."
I started clean his facial wounds and he stayed quiet. When I was half way through he grabbed my wrist and pulled it away so I looked at him, he looked like he was in awe.
"I'm sorry Emily."
"For what?"
"For fighting, the last time that happened someone died. You could have easily been hurt but I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
I sighed.
"Morgan it's okay."
I was angry but I was happy he wasn't hurt badly, no broken bones and just a few cuts on his face. He started laughing, I started laughing too I don't know what we was laughing at but it seemed hilarious,
"Why are we laughing?"
"You growled! Like literally growled,"
He started laughing louder,
"And it frightened David off."
We stopped laughing and hugged as if we had been parted for years.
"I love you Morgan. I feel so cold when you're not around, I feel empty and I hate it."
"I love you too Emily, once I thought I couldn't be what you wanted me to be. That I couldn't be what you needed. I thought I couldn't be remotely human let alone a lover and father. You make me want to be better and given time I can be what you want."
"Morgan you already are."
I kissed him, he kissed back and it was perfect.
It felt like we was completely normal, that he wasn't the Devil, that I didn't have this power in my hands, that there wasn't a threat of his brother destroying our relationship and take mine and my child's life.