Faction before blood?

Chapter 5

Three weeks after our confrontation, I found myself at the infirmary, but this time I'd be the patient. My first ultra sound was due and since there were so many pregnant women, I decided that I could wait for my turn, not taking advantage that I was working there or Eric's status as leader. When I informed him about the appointment and my reasoning why it was so late, he just murmured a curse under his breath that sounded awfully like "damn stiffs".

Those three weeks were filled with morning sickness, convincing Eric to not declare his fatherhood to the whole faction, while being careful to not be seen with him, so that Tobias wouldn't grow suspicious and avoiding my whole group of friends. Belle being the sole exception.

My bad conscious, rooted in the fact that I was keeping such a huge secret from all of them, intensified with each passing day. Not to mention that I missed my brother like mad.

Being the only person who always looked after me when I was little, I adored him to pieces. Even if I didn't share all of his views.

I knew from experience how hard it was, to be apart from him. Those three years alone with my father inside our slowly decaying house were confirmation enough for me.

I never wanted to lose him again. Even if it was temporary.

But I feared that this was the way it would be, after my confession.

My plan, which wasn't really a plan, more than a desperate idea, was to stall, until the initiates arrived, so Toby would be too busy with them, to be mad at me.

His first reaction would surely be to lash out, so I had to get him as far away from Eric as possible. But that wouldn't be the worst, oh no.

The worst for me will be him giving me the cold shoulder. I once broke a glass sculpture our mother had given to him. It was one of two we had.

Let me tell you, being ignored by the most important person of your life for two whole months isn't great. It's awful.

Not that he didn't protect me through that time. He'd still take the beatings. But while I would clean and wrap them up at night, he would just sit there, not uttering a single word.

I have never felt so bad in my entire did include countless beatings and a few broken bones.

It was the silence that I feared so much.

He would eventually come around. I knew he would.

But when and how was written in the stars. Just like the question if our relationship would ever be the same.

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All these thoughts swirled through my head, as I lay on the examination table, waiting for the ultrasound specialist to arrive. The door opened, but instead of the doctor, a certain steel-eyed leader came marching through the door, as if he owned the place.

Scrambling, I went to pull my top over my stomach, covering myself.

"Don't bother. It's nothing I haven't seen before.", he threw at me, before taking a seat at the chair beside the table.

"Doesn't mean you'll ever get to see it again." I sassed at him, already fed up with his insolence.

"Be careful with that attitude of yours, love." He glanced at me before returning his attention to his tablet, where he scrolled through a report of some sorts. "What happened? Did brother-dearest finally find out that his sister isn't as untainted as he always thought she was?"