W.I.T.C.H.: The Bloody Throne

Part 9

    In the morning, Will fought with herself; she was contemplating whether to go to Heatherfield and face Dean at school or stay in Meridian. It felt so easy and comfortable to stay in Meridian, especially since she woke up with an upset stomach after a difficult night of sleep. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt sick and gross, as if there was a thin film over her skin. So far, she didn't mind being pregnant, but the idea of being regularly sick for the next 8 months made her wish she had been a little more careful with her husband. Furthermore, though he tried to be careful, soft, and gentle with her he still managed to inflict a tiny bruise on the base of her neck. It wouldn't be the first time that she covered hickey her husband gave her, but it felt different today because of the fight she had with her mother. In a way, it felt like she was covering up her relationship and would validate her mother's words that her relationship was something sick and meant to be hidden.

"Snap out of it Will," she told her reflection in the mirror. "You love your husband and he loves you. You are expecting a baby soon. You can't let your mother's words get to you. She is just harsh because her first brush with love ended in disaster, it doesn't mean yours has to as well." With that, she applied a little make-up to the bruise to hide it from her friends, got dressed and covered her neck with a bright red scarf, and headed out of the bathroom where her journey to school was cut short when she ran into a firm chest and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her.

"You were sick again." It was her husband, usually, she welcomed his attempts to comfort her, but she felt too cranky to feel comfortable in his arms.

"Yeah, and I blame you for it." She muttered and closed her eyes; she wanted to stay in bed, but it would look bad to her mother. No doubt, Dean would report her absence to Susan.

"Wasn't it your idea to run out into the rain in an attempt to make me undress you?" he jokingly asked and referenced how she tried to seduce him three months into their marriage. It had failed, but he still reminded her of it whenever she tried to blame him for something. Will groaned in response and hung her head a little. "If you feel this awful, then why don't you stay in bed?"

"Last week you sent me to school despite the hell of a drive we had the day before, and now you suggest I stay here. Can you make up your mind where you want me to stay?"

"What will your mother and your friends say when you keep getting sick?" he had an odd way to show concern, but Will still entertained the thought of skipping a day; however, she quickly shook that thought away.

"I promised Dean that I won't miss any classes so we can visit Ero in peace. I had the plan to pretend to get sick during this week; so, everyone thinks I am staying home with the flue. If anything, looking like this will help with the act." She then tried to wriggle free from his embrace. "Let me go, I feel too gross to be held."

"You don't look gross to me." He then tightened his hold on her. "You don't feel gross either."

"My stomach is doing flips and my eyes feel like they have sand in them. So, I might not look gross, but I definitely feel that way." At this, he held her face in his hands and made her look at him.

"Are you certain you want to go to school? I can call for the physician to give you something for the nausea- "

"I'll be fine." Will sighed and took a few deep breaths to settle herself. "If things get worse, I'll be back early, but I must make it to History to prove to Dean I am trying to balance this life." She then tried to manage a smile. "You worry too much."

"You are my wife and the mother of my child, I have every right to be worried." He replied in a calm voice and weakly smiled back at her. Will gently patted the hand against her face, and he released her.