Iniquity Approaches Book 2 of Iniquity Series~Complete~

Ch. 40 Hurtful Confessions

We all slowly made our way towards an elongated, rectangular table that was covered in cream and wine-colored, flowered tablecloth.

Several platters of food began to appear in the center of the table, as we all sat down around it.

I noticed Bastan had set Leta down on her feet, and she quickly skipped towards where I sat down, quickly climbing into the seat next to mine.

"You'd think you'd have sweets stuck to your arr-" Bella began said as she sat down next to Leta.

"Bellatrix! She's three. I'd prefer if you didn't teach my baby sister words she shouldn't and hopefully won't ever learn." Bastan told her from across the table.

"You'd think I taught her an unforgivable curse or something..." Bella mumbled pouting.

"Knowing you, I wouldn't put it past you..." I mumbled back amused.

Throughout the dinner, Leta sat next to me, happily munching through the food on her plate.

I couldn't help staring at her transfixed. It was a weird yet familiar feeling, I always wanted a little sister or sibling.

Watching Leta eat enthusiastically made me want to have children of my own someday. It made me think that maybe the vision I had of me having Tom's baby. Maybe it wasn't such an all that bad idea.

Druella had passed shots out of fire whiskey and tall flutes of bubbling golden liquid after supper.

A big pitcher, full of butterbeer and some wineglasses full of sweet red wine for the girls here.

I noticed, that as time went on, every person that stood in the room's tongue seemed to loosen more and more.

I had managed to avoid drinking any type of alcohol, Bella and her sisters mimicking me in my decision.

I sat picking the food on the fancy dinner plate set before me, trying to ignore the stinging pain that I began to feel, beginning to bubble in the pit of my stomach. I felt myself blink before I was transferred into a short vision.

The image before me was blurry, but only for a moment. Then I blinked once more as I watched a slurring Tom talk with the people present.
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Vision:

"I don't want kids. Having a child is a waste of time, space, and effort. The only thing they'll ever be good for is to carry the family name and lineage, and that is something I'd rather stop. Having a child of my own would mean expanding the filthy muggle name of Riddle. A name and blood, I want to cut off with me." Tom said, slurring slightly.

I could feel the hurt bubble in my chest as my eyes began to sting with unshed tears.

Then I felt as Leta climbed into my lap once more, snuggling into me before her baby blue eyes began to close unwillingly.

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I felt as a knot began to form in my stomach as I swallowed heavily around the knot in my throat.

"Sophie?" Bella called, trying to get my attention.

"Yes?" I asked, blinking before I looked up at her.

"I've been trying to get your attention for a while now," Bellatrix whispered concerned, looking towards Leta and then back to me.

"So, what's your opinion on having children, Riddle?" Dolohov asked, or rather slurred.

"I would like to think he wants to at least explore the idea of keeping the family name going," Lucius stated, downing another shot of fire whiskey.

You know how they say that small children and drunk adults will always give you the truth? No matter how frank or brutal it truly is?