Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)

Ruling in Fear of Drowning in Irony...

We got home and were immediately bombarded with questions from Dad.

“I’m fine, just, um…” Blake looked up to me, pleading for me to take over. 

“Uh… let’s sit,” I say, gesturing to the couch.

“What!? What is wrong!?” Dad asked, again, as he sat in a recliner.  We sat on the loveseat, hand in hand.

“I’m…” Blake started, before nuzzling her head in my shoulder.

“Pregnant,” I breathed out.  Dad’s eyes went wide as he stared at the two of us.

“Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke,”

“No,” I reply.  “Blake has to be on bed rest almost the entire pregnancy if she wants to… s-survive,” I choke back a sob. 

“How far?”

“Three months, with twins,” if Dad’s eyes could get any bigger…

“Gender?”

“Boy and girl,”

“Damn, I’m too young to be a grandfather.  Shit! Think of J! He is going to be a new father AND a grandfather,” He muttered.  I felt my shirt start to get wet as Blake started to sob silently. 

“Alright, well.  Don’t tell anyone.  Not yet, anyways.  We are going to head to bed,” I scoop Blake up and notice it is almost midnight.  I sigh as I walk up the stairs and lay Blake on my bed, removing her shoes before climbing in next to her. 

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(BLAKE’S POV)

I can’t seem to wrap my head around this.  There are two things living inside of me.  They could kill me.  I mean, I have flirted with suicide before, but now that death is almost guaranteed right when I am my happiest, it is unreal.  Not fair.  The moment I get my shit together, life comes around, says, “Ha-ha! Try again, bitch!” and knocks everything out of my hands, again. 

Life is a bitch.

By the time Blade has woken up, I am just lying there, not a tear left.

How the fuck am I going to tell Dad. 

Who knew Dahvie was right?

“Dammit,” I mutter.

“What’s wrong?! What’s happen!? Are you okay!?” Blade asks franticly.

“Physically, I think so.  Emotionally, possibly.  Mentally, hell no,”

“I know, but we will go through this together.  I promise that.  I will try to be the best father ever,”

“Even when I die?” I stare at him.  I can see he is on the verge of tears.

“You won’t die, I won’t let it happen.  I promise,”

“Blade! When will you stop making empty promises!?” I start to cry once again.

“Never.  I will always try to mean them,”

“What will happen when I don’t survive, though?” I ask, looking at him.  He has a confused, hurt, and stubborn look on his face. 

“IF you don’t, I will still have Dad, Meri, snow, Katt, Katie, BVB, all the Brides’ wives, kids, Motionless, pierce, Jayy, Dahvie, of mice, I still will have everyone to help me raise them like they helped raise you,” he stroked my cheek.

“I don’t want them to grow up like I did, they need to have a mother,” I sobbed into his shirt. 

“I know, I know.  C’mon, let’s get somewhat presentable.  Dad invited BVB, OM&M, and PTV to join us here while we video chat MIW, Jayy, Dahv, and your Dad,”