Serendipity

Chapter 9

  I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing ....What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you? ...I'm falling to pieces 

Freya's POV

Days turns to weeks then a month. One month of morning sickness, sudden cravings, late night crying sessions and a baby bump. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can clearly see my baby bump and utter sadness in my eyes. Rebekah would always scold me from my continuous late night crying session because it would be bad for the baby. Although I can't help but cry about everything that had happened. It happened with just a blink of an eye. I hardly smile or rather I never smile or laugh which makes Rebekah more frustrated with me. My thoughts were cut off when Rebekah entered the room. I put down my shirt and turn around to look at her.

"I see you wake up early today which is good but completely confusing."Rebekah stated. I saw her holding a basket of fruits specifically strawberries. I have this certain cravings about strawberries and I can eat them for the whole day.

"Where did that come from?" I curiously asked. She smiled at me putting the basket on the bed.

"Who else, Freya. You know, Lucien is very consistent in bringing food and other things you need for this pregnancy. Maybe you should talk to him." I pick one strawberry and eat it. Since the day I left, he constantly visit me here although Rebekah is the one facing him. He is always bringing foods that I crave which Rebekah told him to buy and other gifts. As for Luke, he suddenly stopped sending gifts or he just doesn't know where I live. 

"Did he told you to tell me that?" I said chewing my basket of strawberries. Rebekah rolled her eyes and cross her arms around her chest.

"Give him a chance to prove himself again, sister. He is very much in guilt and sadness just like you." I shake my head.

"No." Rebekah raised her hands in frustration.

"You are one stubborn pregnant lady! If you don't want to talk then maybe you should at least show yourself to him. He deserve to know the well-being of the child." Rebekah walk out of the room as I continue to eat. I remove my shoes and slowly went downstairs to listen to their conversation downstairs.

"Sorry, Lucien. She just won't get out of the bloody room of hers! Maybe next time I can convince her more." I heard Rebekah said. 

"Its fine, Rebekah. I messed up big time and I guess unable to see her is my punishment." Lucien replied.

"How is she? Is she still having morning sickness?" Lucien worriedly asked

"Her morning sickness is getting worse everyday. I'm a bit worried about it. If only you could see her, her baby bump is the showing a bit."

"If only I could." Lucien sadly said. I back away slowly and silently until I hit a vase which cause it to break into pieces. I accidentally step on one shard.

"Awww!" I yell. Rebekah and Lucien immediately vamp speed to where I am. Lucien immediately carried me to the couch of the living room and inspect the feet. He looks awful. He looks like he haven't sleep for days. Although he is still the same man I fell in love. Then a cough brought me back to the reality. I look at Rebekah and she smirked at me. Rebekah handed Lucien the first aid kit.

"How is it? Is the cut deep?" Rebekah asked Lucien. Lucien clean the wound and seal it with a medical plaster then slowly put my feet down.

"Nothing Freya can't handle." he flirted then winked at me. I roll my eyes at him. He took the sit beside the couch I'm in. He is staring at my baby bump.

"What the hell are you doing without your shoes,Freya?" Rebekah asked.

"Nothing." I shrugged

"Obviously, you are eavesdropping, sister. You are not a very good liar."

"Seriously, Rebekah? I'm hungry. That's why. I'm going to the kitchen." I defended as I stand up but Lucien carried me towards the kitchen. I push him away.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted at him. He back away from me. 

"Yeah right, Freya. You missed him so might as well savor your moment now." Rebekah teased. She handed me my oatmeal and milk. I throw an apple at her hitting the back of her head.

"Bloody hell! Could you please tell your girlfriend--"I cut her off.

"Ex-girlfriend, sister." I stated as I eat my meal. 

"You and your pride. What do I got the feeling that I'm living with Niklaus?" Rebekah sarcastically said. Lucien sit on the stool far away from me. Obviously, he is observing me.

"He is my brother, after all. I kinda missed him. Of course, Elijah, Hayley and little Hope."

"Lucien, would you care to share something?" Rebekah said looking at Lucien. I look at him as well his eyes are directly focused on me.

"I'd rather observe the woman carrying my child than bicker with you." I glare at him but the bastard smiled at me.

"I thought you doubt that its yours, Mr. Castle." I sarcastically said.

"Maybe I was wrong. I was shock at your sudden revelation, Ms. Mikaelson. " 

"Then what made you realize that? A sudden hit in the head or did the rain affected that brain of yours that morning?" I turn to him crossing my arms over my chest. He smirked.

"Both actually. Running on a human speed is quite exhausting especially when the car you are chasing is driving faster than the lightning." 

"No one told you to follow. You decided that yourself."

"You're right. I decided about it myself and for you. I was stupid, Freya. I shouldn't said those words to you." he pleadingly said.

"Too late for that, Lucien. You can find yourself out of my house and don't ever come back. I don't need you." I harshly said walking away from him. I slam the door of my bedroom and lay down on the bed. I face palm myself for being such a bitch at Lucien. My door open to reveal a furious Rebekah.

"What the hell was that about? I told you to talk to him not rant about that! You are pushing away the man who loves you the most, Freya! You don't know how much he wanted to see you or even touch you! How can you be so insensitive! Guilt is already eating him and now you just made it worse by saying you don't need him! You let go of a man who truly loves you, sister. Don't come  running to me crying when he found someone else to love." With that, Rebekah slam the door of my bedroom. Leaving me with the guilt of my stubbornness.