As little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...
The past 8 months were the best months of my life. I felt happy, healthy even. I payed attention to myself and my growing baby. Maybe it was due to my supernatural body, but I started to show rather quickly, so school was out of the question. To have as much time with the baby, I completed my GED online and graduated a year earlier than my peers (Sorry Dawn)
I spent a lot of time studying my mothers book, learning spells, but also being in tune with my vampire nature. I could not drink blood because I would get nauseous, so I switched between human food and blood during the day. The first few months were rough, I wanted to focus on myself, but Damon and Jacob just wanted to revolve around me. For the safety of my child and my heart, I said I never wanted to see them again. Yet the day that I birthed Alec, I found Damon and Jacob knocked out in the maternity room.
Alec was born a healthy baby boy, after 3 days I was able to take him home. Grandma had set up the spare room and bought all the necessities. She got him a beautiful white wooden baby crib, with a matching wardrobe and desk. She placed baby monitors in each room and even the chandelier was fixed and illuminated the room with a warm aura. It was perfect for Alec.
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A few days later
Everything was perfect, maybe a little too perfect. Alec was resting upstairs in his crib, while I was in the kitchen making food, the baby monitor against the table lightly buzzing.
knock knock
"Who could that be?"I rub my hands on my apron and head to the door.
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I swing the door open and there is Jacob. I frown.
"What is it Jacob"?
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