"It would seem that I was wrong about the baby." the medic replies as he stands over me. I was placed in our bed while Damien was gripping my hand.
"You are not having one child but two," he reveals and I look at him stunned. I thought back to Daines threat, 'It's a shame what will happen to them.' How did he know before us?
"We're having twins?" Damien asks astounded
"Yes," the medic smiles
"But she had a seizure, are the babies alright?" Jace questions
"Well," the medic starts and I knew that it was too early to start celebrating. You always start with the good news before you bring the bad.
"The twins were the cause of the seizure. Your babies are going to born with extraordinary gifts and its draining your body. You should take it easy and eat a lot more than what you're doing now." he recommends and I give Damien's hand a squeeze. If our children would be born with extraordinary gifts that would only make them a bigger target. I touched my stomach warily as Damien shook the doctor's hand with a big smile. I know he was excited about being a dad to not one but two babies. But perhaps I'm the only one thinking about their bleak future simply because they were born different.
Later that night, I sat in the nursery and stared at the empty crib. I thought about the two babies that were stirring around in my womb and how difficult their lives would be. People would react in fear just as they have countless times. Yes, as time passes people are more tolerant of differences but not completely. The twins would not just be cursed but they would have gifts, rare and extraordinary ones. What's stopping them from trying to use them for it? Or for killing them if one of them makes a deadly mistake?
Although I should be happy that the gods have blessed with two bundles of joy, I just can't find it in me to shout from the rooftops. Terrible things always seem to happen to me, so it isn't wrong for me to expect the worse. I walked over to the pile of logs by the nurseries large fireplace and picked up two of them. I sat directly in front of the crib and started whittling away. I might as well use all of this anxiety to good use and make a second crib.
I slid the knife back and forth on the log to form one of the shapes. Damien had made the first crib and even carved a beautiful moon with one large and one small wolf. I knew that the largest one represented me and the small one was the child. I knew my knife skills were not as sharp as his but I could at least carve the base of the crib. The door opened and I looked over to see Damien step in the room with a tea set and a simple white gown in his arms.
"I thought I'd find you here." he smiled as he sat down beside me. He had made me a cup of warm tea from what I could smell. It had a hint of jasmine in it. I looked away from him and went back to whittling. As if he could sense my worry, he cleared his throat,
"Something is bothering you," he states as he pours a cup for himself. He handed me a cup and I took it from him. He waited for me to continue,
"...just trying to get this crib done. That's all." I answer dryly as I take a sip from my cup. He looks at me for a second before chuckling quietly. I look at him questionably. I don't remember stating any jokes.
"When will you know that you can't lie to me?" he questions with an amused look. I roll my eyes,
"Is this about your brother again?" he asks and I narrow my eyes,
"Not everything is about death."
"Then what is it? What has you all worked up?"
"Nothing. I am as happy as a pregnant woman could be." I grumble as I whittle a little too hard on the log and break it. I groan in frustration and toss it aside. He looks at the entire interaction
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The Entanglement {Book 1}
Vampire"Most gods throw dice, but fate plays chess, and you don't find out until its too late that he's been playing with two queens all along." - Terry Pratchett Addeline, a feisty and free-spirited peasant lives in a complicated world. A world where vamp...
