Delilah | Foxxay

One

The girls could tell there was something wrong with their Supreme, but no one wanted to ask, nor would they. They thought, maybe it was because Fiona just pasted, or that Myrtle was burned at the stake (for the second time), or even that it was because her late husband was a trader and a liar. But, no one was going to ask which of the three it was. That was, except for one witch, in particular, Misty Day.

Misty was the only witch to notice all the signs. She was the only one to wake up early enough to see Cordelia throw up her breakfast nearly every morning. She was the only one to notice that Cordelia's clothing had gotten bigger, baggier. She was the only one to notice that Cordelia had started eating more. She was the only one to notice that Cordelia was pregnant.

Misty knew all the signs, too well to say the least. At her swamp, she took care of all the animals, especially when they would come to her pregnant. She couldn't count how many animals she had delivered on her hands and toes. It had become a common thing for her to sense.

So, Misty was the first to ask.

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"Miss Cordelia?" the Cajun asked from across a table in the greenhouse, a few test tubes and plants between them.

"Yes, Misty?" she asked, without looking up from her work.

"I've been wantin' to ask ya somethin' lately, but I dunno how," Misty explained.

"Okay?"

"Are ya pregnant?" she asked bluntly. She knew the answer but wanted to hear the Supreme say it herself.

Cordelia's eyes flickered up, hands falling stiff. Her brown hues met the questionable gaze the Swamp Witch was giving her. Panic and fear rose within her chest. Her heart started to race, harder than any question had ever made it race before. Her hands clammed up, letting the test tube in her hand slip from between her fingers. Making a sharp shattering sound as it hit the concrete, dirt-covered floor, shattering into a million pieces, just as her heart did when she found out the news.

Yes, months and months ago, she prayed for a child. She wanted whatever God there was to bear her a child. A child made with love and passion. A child to be born into a home full of love and life, with two parents to care for it. Not just one, one that dreaded the birth of the very child.

She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know whether to say anything at all. She didn't know what to do with it, but of course, she would keep it. She didn't know whether or not she could love it. She feared of becoming a mother to this child, just like her mother. A child born without a father. A father who was a liar, and a trader to their Coven. A father who, the mother, despised with her whole heart, her whole being... a child not born out of love and passion.

"Cordelia...?" the cajun's voice pulled Cordelia from her thoughts.

"What?" Cordelia asked, voice timid and small.

"Are ya pregnant?" Misty asked again.

"Wh-what makes you think that? Wh-What brought you to that conclusion?"

"Well," Misty sighed. "I noticed ya mornin' sickness. Then, the fact that ya clothes have gradually gotten bigger. Oh, and that ya eatin' more, not that that's a bad thin'! I just—I ain't ever seen ya eat like this before."

Cordelia just stared at her. More than a couple of minutes had passed before she said anything. "I-I..." she stammered before pursing her lips. She was speechless, she couldn't say it.

"Imma take that as a yes," Misty said softly. She gently laid her hand over the older witches, trying to show her that it was okay.

The Supreme's eyes cast down, she couldn't look the necromancer in the eye, those beautiful blue hues she loved so dearly. She nodded softly, wishing she could say no.