The Parabatai Child

Chapter 13

   "It's not as extravagant as I thought it would be. It's kinda cute." Emma admired a Cottage in Polperro, Cornwall. Julian looked at her sideways, Emma noticed this and shrugged her shoulders. "Are you sure you want to do this Em? You know you don't have to."
"Julian, me and the babies are completely fine. You have nothing to worry about." Emma said in a soothing voice. Emma started up the steps, Julian trailing behind her. When they reached the door, Julian kissed Emma on the forehead. "Worrrying about you is my job." Julian whispered. "Because i'm the mother of your children?" Emma asked raising an eyebrow.
"Because you're my Parabatai. It's kinda in the job description." Julian smiled and intertwined his fingers with Emma's before turning the doorknob. The door swung open, like it knew that Emma and Julian would be there. They both exchanged a look of confusion before stepping in the cottage. Emma saw right away a couch facing a fire place full of cobwebs. To the left, was a kitchen table with four chairs, hand carved. Behind the table, there was a medium kitchen with white marble counter tops and dark oak cabinets. This is beautiful Emma thought.
  Emma and Julian just stared at the house in silence for at least a minute before they decided that they were going to split up, with Emma taking the two bedrooms and Julian checking everything else. Emma pushed open the first door on the right in the hallway leading off from the living room. There was a four post bed with elegant white curtains hanging from the dark oak poles. The room was painted white with molding panes that gave it a French feel. There was also a wardrobe, a dresser, a bookshelf filled with poetry, and a canvas. At that moment, Emma felt empathy for Malcom. He had his love taken from him because of the Shadowhunters. "This could be me and Jules, exhiled from everyone and everything we know" Emma thought.
  After Emma searched the bedroom, which was clear, she started for the next door. It was at the end of the hallway, like it was a recently added room. Emma put her hand on a dagger on her thigh as she approached the door. Emma hesitantly put her hands on the knob of the door and turned it ever so slowly. When the door was open, her heart dropped.
It was a nursery.
 

   Emma's hands instinctively flew to her belly, like she could protect her babies. As Emma took a second look around the room, she noticed another thing.
It was a boys nursery.
Emma rushed over to the dresser where a book was splayed across the dresser. Her eyes stared at the pages, trying to take it all in. But when Emma saw her name and Julian's name, she froze.
  It's been eight weeks since I encountered Emma and Julian on the beach together. Emma has just disappeared, but I will find her.

It's been three months since Emma disappeared, but I have found her! It's amazing what some fey will do for a small payment! He gave me a picture that he took and Emma is PREGNANT. I suspect she would be about 26 weeks along if she did conceive the night at the beach. Annabelle always talked about a child. I had always felt guilt twords her because I couldn't give her what she wanted, but now I can.

My plan has definently changed. The bad news is, the disgusting Blackthorn's have found their Emma. which will be harder to capture her with that Julian by her side. But, she is pregnant with a boy and a girl. Tiwns! Soo in a way, I would only have to get Emma and my plan is complete!

I have made a nuersery for my future son at the cottage we grew up at. Annabelle always wanted a daughter, but I think a son would more proudly take to my plan. I have since enlisted the help of another shadowhunter.  Emma's ex, in fact. It turns out, he hates the Blackthorn's almost as much as I do! He is like a son to me, excited for my plan and his role in it. He definitely makes the plan easier just because of his blood. Getting into the London institute will be easier than I thought. The plan is almost complete, and I couldn't be more excited.

  Emma's tears were rolling down her cheek, onto the pages. She started to flip the pages to see if there was anything else, but there was only blank pages. "Julian!" Her voice cracked with the tears as he came racing into the room. He looked around confused, and Emma thrusted the lether bound book to him and he started to read. Emma sat in a rocking chair placed in the corner of the room. The nursery looked fairly cheep, like it was all bought from a garage sale. The crib had rusted steel bars, the paint was chipping blue, the rugs were grimy. Emma was fuming with rage. Julian's eyes went from a soft sea blue to a sharp dark blue. Emma was numb from the time that Julian dialed someone on the phone, till she was stepping through a portal with the rest of the Blackthorn's and Kit.

  Cameron threw his phone on the ground and it shattered. "Great! Our informant said that everyone is leaving London! How could you be so reckless leaving that book there?" Cameron kicked over a chair. Malcom raised his brows as he brought a cup up to his lip. Cameron was even more infuriated because Malcom was so calm. "How the hell are you drinking tea at a time like this?!" Cameron screamed. Malcom gently put his cup down on the table and looked at Cameron. "Just because this happend," Malcom said. "doesn't mean that what happens next will be the downfall."
"Everything will play out in our favor?"
Malcom grinned. "I promise."