Hendrix ✓

59 ★ Shrillest highs and lowest lows

𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖

"You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows

with the windows down

When this is guiding you home"

Cedric POV

I don't leave Hendrix's side, not for a single second. I can't, I'm too haunted by what happened last night.

Hendrix and Rain both sleep soundly in my big bed. Melbourne comes in from time to time to check up on them, but I can't seem to relax. There's an itch in my spine that won't go away, a pang in my brain that flickers to life whenever I remember the delivery.

Maybe I should have researched child delivery more, because I had no idea what was coming, and I was not prepared for it. I'm scared. There was blood, there was so much blood. The bone chilling fear that something was wrong still clings to me. I thought at certain moments that Hendrix was going to die, that I would lose her.

What if something is still wrong and we just don't know it? Rain is so small, what if she stops breathing? What if I hold her wrong? What if Hendrix has complications afterward because of her frail human body?

It all keeps me anxious, and I pace the room, only stopping to check on my girls. Both are out like a light after the ordeal they went through. I put a hand on Hendrix's shoulder, gently rubbing it. I can't even begin to understand what she did. She pushed through despite her pain. Goddess, her pain. I thought it was never going to end. Seeing her in that pain, it made me want to tear the walls down.

She's so strong, so much stronger than anyone, any lycan, would give her credit for. I could never do what she did. When she thought she couldn't do it, she simply kept going, even after the point of exhaustion. It's nothing if not admirable. I press a kiss to her temple, and then I look down at my daughter.

I'm surprised to see that the little pup is awake, and she's staring up at me with eyes that mirror my own. She already looks like me, and I don't know if I should be proud or scared by that. I never considered the fact that my child might inherit my cursed eyes.

It just makes me remember all the fear I raised even as a young child, and all of the rumors and stories of my violence that spread like wildfire through the kingdom.

But with Rain, I don't see eyes of horror stories and blood thirsty demons, I just see a precious little girl. The eyes of my little girl. The eyes of a princess.

I try not to get choked up as I reach for her in the tiny bundle of blankets. It's easy to hold her this way, I have more to hold onto. I'm terrified of holding her by herself. She's so delicate, and my hands are so big.

Gently laying her in the cradle of my elbow, I look down into her incredibly small face and smile at her. Her lips are large and full, like her Mother's, and her little button nose resembles Hendrix too, but everything else is from me.

Though lycan pups prefer their Mothers, they also will sometimes tolerate their Fathers. After all, most of Hendrix's scent is my own after I marked her, it's how other lycans know that she's mine.

Rain blinks, trying to focus through the afternoon light and failing. Even lycan babies can't see perfectly at birth, but it only takes a few months before they can see better than any human.