Nerezza's Point of View
3 Months Later
Priamos had been right and my wishes had been dashed. The baby I had been carrying for five months now had turned out a boy. Just like his father, he was already strong-willed and hated almost any food I consumed. Made me throw up morning, noon, and night. Women had always complained about morning sickness but what they failed to tell you about was that it happened any time of the day.
I had lost nearly twenty kilograms just from throwing up. From barely being able to eat anything. Priamos had become a brooding mother hen who refused that I do anything. For fear of the baby, of course. But it was irritating being confined to one space all the time.
The outside world carried on as if nothing was missing. Because nothing was. I had never been part of the world around me, hence, the world did not realize my absence.
At least our shopping trip with Farren was today. During the school holidays, the girls were allowed outside to shop and mingle. But only once a week. Never more and never less. Priamos had sent her to the school in hopes of her gaining a better future than he had. Paid for it without question. He had yet to mention his mother but I never pried. He would tell me when the time was right. When he was comfortable enough around me.
My brooding mate had taken the day off to go out with Farren. The few times he had spoken to her about the baby, she seemed overjoyed at becoming an aunt. Gushed about how she would spoil the young thing rotten. I had a feeling I would like this girl. Enjoy her company more than staying indoors all the time.
We were waiting in the car outside the mall when I laid eyes on the most angelique girl I had ever seen. Fine near bone-white hair. Stark blue eyes. The body of a pixie. Small and delicate. I let my jaw drop as she passed, her school uniform gripping her perfectly. One day, she would be seen as nothing short of a fairy. For now, she was just another child passing us.
"Farren is here!" Priamso exclaimed and gripped the door handle. I frowned at him and scanned the nearby crowd. There were no other girls in uniform. No girls at all, except for the one who had passed.
"Where? I don't see anyone." I said and Priamos chuckled.
"Are you looking for someone resembling me?" He asked with amusement. I furrowed my brow and nodded slowly. Another chuckle had me close to fuming. Pregnancy hormones were also a thing that I had never heard of. "She just passed us. Short. Petite. White hair." He explained. My eyes grew wide as saucers.
"Are you sure you two are related?" I asked. Priamos only chuckled and climbed out of the car. He rounded to my side and I happily slipped out. My belly was growing and even getting out took a lot of energy.
"She is the fairer one in the family," When I gave Priamos a strange look, he shook his head and added. "It isn't my story to tell, Nerezza. Let us just catch up with her. Maybe the two of you hit it off greatly and she tells you about her life." I huffed at his reply but did pry deeper. Once he was ready, he would tell me everything. Just because we were having a child together didn't mean that he had to keep me in the loop constantly.
"Alright. But the first whiff of the food court and I am bolting." I told him honestly. Priamos smiled and held out his arm for me to take. I graciously hooked my arm in his.
Farren wasn't far into the building when we caught up to her. Up close, she looked even more like a fairytale creature. Her hair was fine but thick and whipped around her every time she moved. Unlike Priamos, her hair was also straight. Even her skin was white. Much whiter than my own.
"Big brother!' Farren exclaimed and rushed towards Priamos. He unhooked his arm from mine. The two embraced for a long moment, Priamos lifting her slightly.
"Little sister. You have grown a lot since your last semester. They are clearly feeding you well up there." Priamos commented. Farren rolled her eyes at him and looked toward me. Sparkling ocean floors, that's what I saw in her eyes. A blissful blue that would quiet anyone around her.
"You must be the famous Nerezza. My brother has told me all about you," Farren gushed and took my hands into hers. "I hope this is the start of a wonderful friendship." She added and let go. I smiled back at her.
"From what Priamos tells me, which is very little, it sounds like we will get along splendidly," I replied. Farren giggled.
"Trust my brother to keep you in the dark about most things. He has always been a private person but I am afraid that it has gotten worst since we left Mexico." Farren mused and slapped her brother on the arm. Priamos winced, staring at the floor.
Mexico. I had wondered endlessly where he had come from but he had never answered when I asked. Thank goodness for little sisters who loved disobeying their big brothers. It was clear that we were going to get on very well. Especially if we ganged up on Priamos together.
"You are a lot younger than I had thought, I must say," I commented and started walking to the closest baby store. We had yet to get anything for the baby. No clothes. No cribs or bottles. Farren gave a tinkling laugh and glanced at her brother to reply.
"She was the unplanned child. I am not the oldest but Farren is the youngest. She is thirteen, turning fourteen next year. Whilst I am-" Farren cut him off.
"Really fucking old!"
"Farren! Language! What would mother say if she heard you?" Priamos scolded. Farren stuck her tongue out at him. I laughed at the interaction. The exchange of happy siblings.
I never had any siblings. Wanted some my entire life. Growing up as an only child was lonely. Being an only child with rogue parents who moved around a lot, now that was much worse. Despite my constant begging, my parents had always refused. Which I now understood. Having more children would cost too much. Hell, just having one had already been a burden to them.
"So, what is the gender of the baby?" Farren asked as we entered our first shop. Priamos eyed Farren up and down. I hid my smile. He had wanted a baby boy desperately and now he had gotten his wish. But something told me that Farren had asked for a girl. Now that I thought back on the last ultrasound, I was just happy that I had a healthy baby.
"A boy," Priamos muttered and automatically started rubbing his temples. Farren's face went from excited to let down in a matter of moments. Then she whipped her head to him in fury.
"Just like your father. Only boys. Mother was lucky when that bastard passed away so she could finally have me. Now, you curse this amazing woman with more boys. As if the world needs more men." Farren huffed. I giggled at her antics. Priamos shrunk into himself.
Then her words struck me. His father, not hers. His father had passed away and their mother had moved on. Priamos looked less than thrilled about what she had said. "You don't share the same father?" I asked Farren, cutting Priamos out of the conversation completely. He frowned at me but I ignored him. He might still need time to open up to me but Farren was clearly more than willing to tell me whatever I wanted to know.
Fareen smiled up at me. "No, we don't, his father got killed in some gang violence and-"
"And my mother got knocked up by some gringo deadbeat who left our pregnant mother alone whilst he traveled back to his family in the United States. Now can we please let this talk go and actually find some things for the baby?" Priamos asked, an edge to his voice. I caressed his arm slowly and smiled at him.
His face was hard until he looked at me. Glanced down at my belly and smiled. "We don't have to talk about it. Not here and not now. But I want to know more about your life before you came to Makatza. I would appreciate it." I pleaded. Priamos nodded and smiled down at my belly.
"I will tell you everything one day but only if you tell me about your past as well."
"Then it is sorted. Let us get to our shopping then." Farren exclaimed excitedly.
She bounced deeper into the store. Her hair trailed behind her as she stopped by various stands. Examined the most expensive clothes and furniture. Priamos groaned once he realized Farren was going to choose the most expensive items. Just the best for her coming nephew. The thought that this child would grow up in such a loving environment made me smile.
After a few hours of passing into and out of various stores, Priamos' arms were loaded with goodies. Farren just piled on and Priamos happily paid. As if the two had done this several times before. I never interrupted them. Never told them what I would rather want for the baby. I was just happy to be this blessed. To have them by my side at this time.
"Have you thought of a name yet for the baby?" Farren asked from in front of me. She craned her neck around but kept walking to a different store. She wanted to get the baby some clothes.
"Conan," I said honestly. Priamos looked at me from the corner of his eye but remained silent. They chose the baby things and I chose the name. The compromise felt fitting. Farren smiled broadly at me.
"It sounds beautiful. Just like his mother."
Nerezza's Point of ViewAll of the things we had bought barely fit into the back of Priamos' car. From the look of it, I never expected the coupe to have much of a boot anyway. But Farren had insisted that Conan got as much as possible. Toys and clothes. Baby furniture took up most of the space. At one point, Priamos had to put a stop to her buying. Cut her off, as she had said with a sheepish smile.I never minded that she went all out. That Conan would have a lot more than I ever dared have. He would also have the life I had always dreamed about. Which was the best possible outcome. My parents would have loved to see their grandbaby. The love of their lives. But I still mourned them from time to time. Cursed the drunk driver who had slammed into them.If it hadn't been for a drunk man's poor decision, they would have most likely gotten to know their new grandson. Even if it was through my stomach. But in hindsight, maybe then I would
Priamos' Point of View This was what true fear felt like. The thrumming of my heart climbing out of my chest. Blood raced from place to place in hopes of getting enough oxygen to my brain so that I could fight or flee. Neither applied at this moment. Not when Nerezza had something to do about it. Nerezza had stopped me from murdering a man today but at what cost? Her pleading voice had brought me back to my senses. Showed me the crowd gathered around me. She was clutching her stomach for dear life one moment and the next she collapsed. People went into a frenzy. Ambulance sirens weren't far off but they felt an eternity away. The baby inside her was all I had. The baby and my mate. And some jackass had driven into us. Skipped a red light and rammed Nerezza's side of the car. I couldn't help but pummel him. Grind him into a fine powder and scatter his ashes on the fucking wind. But she came first. I shoved the people away from
Nerezza's Point of ViewPriamos' apartment smelled like home somehow. As if I hadn't been home for years and the comforting embrace of his woodsy smell would just soothe my soul. Every ache in my body ceased to be the moment I stepped through those doors.The sight of his apartment in some disarray also warmed my heart. He had been struggling to sleep. Eat. Cope in general, or so Farren had told me numerous times over the phone. His apartment was evident of that. Showed me that he had noticed the lack of my presence. Which made me smile.Priamos was lugging up my two weeks' worth of dirty laundry and by the time he had entered, I was already sprawled out on the couch. With a smile tugging his lips, he set down my bags and walked toward me. The curtains were drawn but I could still see him in the dim light."Making yourself at home already, I see," Priamos murmured and I sat up. I nodded with a smile."No place
Nerezza's Point of View4 Months LaterThe nerves were starting to kick in now. My body was preparing me to deliver this child. To have my baby boy in my arms for the first time. The prospect was daunting but welcomed. Priamos took it the worst. His persistent hounding had grown far more irritating than I had first thought it possible.The sun was barely at the edge of the horizon. Bags were packed and ready to go. But Priamos wasn't. He rushed into every part of the house. Double checked the things we had bought for Conan. Made sure that the bottles were pre-washed and waiting in the cupboard. Milk powder was on standby, just in case my wilk refused to fully set in. Cribs and cots. Playpens and play pals. He checked it all. Locked the windows securely and tucked away any sharp objects.Conan wouldn't walk for another year but he made sure the floor was safe, regardless.He was a ball of ene
Nerezza's Point of ViewThey placed me in a room by myself. I had this inkling it was due to something Priamos had said. Maybe not but I still had my suspicions. All the other women I had seen early that morning shared a room with someone else. Except for me. I had the only private suite on this floor. Knowing my mate and his overbearing nature the chances he had said something were high.Farren had told Priamos she would stop by later to come to meet her nephew. The girl was overjoyed at their family getting large. After what Priamos had told me about her father, I could understand why she was so excited. At a young age, she had been robbed of him. The man who was sworn to protect her. Instead, he beat her mother.What a cruel world this was indeed.Conan lay sleeping in my arms. The little boy had his first weigh-in right after he was born and the nurses noted how small he was. Priamos had stood watch the entire time. Kept his
Nerezza's Point of ViewJust after Farren came to visit, the nurses came in. The more cheery of the two told us that the first night Conan would spend in an incubator. It gave me a chance to catch my breath. To stand up for the first time after surgery and for them to monitor him. Deem him fit to go home in a couple of days.Priamos had his doubts about giving his son to them. But I understood why they had to take him. We wanted a healthy child all around and if this was how they did things, I had no complaints. Farren was also told to leave for the evening. She had done so reluctantly but promised to be back bright and early when the first visiting hour was here.We were her best excuse to leave the school grounds so frequently and she knew it.My mate had reluctantly handed our baby over. Grumbled something along the lines of 'take good care of him or else.' The nurse just smiled at his grumpy reply and wheeled Cona
Nerezza's Point of ViewI woke up with a warm hand around mine. The light was dim, almost non-existent. My memory was hazy at best. Slithers of what had happened pumped through me. Startling upright, I winced at the sheer pain in my abdomen. There were other machines beside me. Red liquid floating in the tube leading to my arm.Outside in the hall, policemen spoke to some staff. To some patients. Everything came flooding back. My heartbeat picked up. I felt my lungs tighten. Needed fresh air or to wake up from this nightmare.Priamos' black hair came into view beside my bed. Then his brown eyes, watching me dutifully. Deep lines creased his brow. Every once in a while, his eyes would dart towards the police. From the look he gave them, I knew he had conflicting feelings about their presence.I tried to sit up more. Tried to speak but my throat was dry. Sandpaper scratching against the sides of my flesh. Noticing my distress
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe house was empty when I walked in. His scent was faint. Almost non-existent. It was clear he hadn’t been here in a while. Fresh pain clouded my heart at the sight. Our couches stood pristine. The kitchen was empty. No sounds came from the rest of the house. As if no one had lived here in months. A ghost town filled with tons of memories that I had no urge to remember.Everything inside of me screamed to run. To getaway. Leave this life behind and never look back. Priamos was gone and clearly not coming back. Had left me in that hospital when he had promised to come back for me. Conan had vanished into thin air. Taken by malicious people for some unknown reason. More pain ripped at my heart and I clutched my chest. Felt the edges of my soul fracture and break.My baby had been taken. Stolen away from me as if he was nothing more than an object. There was a hole in my stomach where he had been only a few d