Get it Right.

Part 8

Chapter Twenty: PRESENT DAY

Jenson's Perspective.

With the impending negotiations in my every thought, I constantly tried to shake my head – almost as if it would get rid of the worry and the fear that I was feeling. Dealing with Eliza and Grace didn't help the stress load that I was carrying around with me either.

"I hope everything works out." I muttered to myself.

"Me as well," Eliza came to stand on the opposite end of the counter and rested her hands over top one another in front of her belly. Here it goes...

"I take it you want to talk to me first?" I prompted as I slid a bottled water towards her.

"Thank you. Yes, I do want to talk to you first." She made no move to open her water and stood with her back straight and looked me in the eye. After a few moments of silence as I got my thoughts together, she took a seat on a nearby stool and put her hand on her belly. 

A gesture that was so tender and loving that it nearly brought me to my knees. The protection of innocent life. Something that I was trying desperately to do - protect all those who were innocent. 

"I guess I'll start from the beginning," I started and then I told her everything. From the moment Grace and I met, our first date, when Grace was attacked, the phone call I got from my mother, the rushing to get back to my pack – but I didn't tell her everything necessarily. I left out that we were werewolves and on the brink of fucking war. I know I should have told her because none of the story made sense with me omitting that my family are werewolves but the thought of me telling her brought me back to when I was forced to tell Grace. 

"Why am I here? Why is she here? What the hell is actually going on?!" She demanded as Ezra walked into the kitchen. I gave him a look and he nodded, understanding that I would need his help from this point forward. She quickly rose from her stool and was breathing heavily. 

"I think you should sit down." Ezra suggested. Eliza raised an eyebrow at him but complied with what he said and took a seat. Breathing deep and looking upward, I couldn't believe what I was about to tell her.

"We're abnormal – supernatural, I believe is the right term. We're werewolves." I rushed out. There was silence for minutes after I spoke.

No one said anything. No one even looked like they wanted to say anything. Eliza was looking at her hands. Ezra was looking at Eliza. I was looking between the both of them.

"When can I leave?" She asked. "Why would you want to leave?" Ezra countered.

"As soon as possible. I don't understand my purpose here-" 

Ezra's ferocious growl interrupted her sentence. "You're safe here. Not at home - this is your new home now, Elizabeth. Your friend needs you," Now, it was Eliza's turn to cut him with the water bottle she chucked at his head. It would have connected with his head had he not had enhanced reflexes. 

"I'm exactly seven months pregnant. I've got two months to figure out if I'm giving my child away or keeping it – I don't even know what I'm having, I chose not to know. My parents have been far from supportive, my child's father walked out of my life the day I got on that god damn train to get here – everyday problems, I guess you could call them. My point being, you all being werewolves or whatever in the hell supernatural faction you choose to be a part of aint any of my business. My best friend who has avoided me like the plague? She's my business. I was told she was in trouble and I really need to understand not only the gravity of what I've been summoned here to help with but why exactly I'm the person to help at all." She said while looking at her hands.