Nerezza's Point of View
The silence in the car was stifling. Priamos looked everywhere but at me. Admired the new building coming along on the main road. Stared at the luxury cars passing by us. Everywhere but at my eyes. Or my stomach, which I now cradled with my hands.
I had mixed feelings about what was growing inside of me. The life that was sure to start if I wished it. I had never imagined an abortion until now. Thought women were mad for letting go of the life inside of them. Now, I understood their decisions. I couldn't care for myself, much less a baby as well.
Priamos seemed to think the same, from the lack of words from him. How could he not? We barely knew each other. Had just gotten to a comfortable point by calling each other pet names. It was a work in progress and a baby would complicate things too much.
We stopped in front of our apartment complex. Staring up to the third floor, I couldn't imagine bringing up a child in such a small place. There was no grass for the child to play on. No nearby parks or schools. Those you could only find in the suburban district. The type of place only families stayed. Or couples who were ready to start a family. Either way, it was no place for the likes of us.
Without a word, Priamos climbed from the car. He rounded to my side and opened my door. I nodded in thanks and walked up towards the foyer. My hand never wavered from my stomach. As if I needed to protect the life there. But I had no clue if I even wanted to keep it.
Priamos and I had never spoken of our families. I had no friends. Never known children. Besides, I was young. Incredibly so. Who would help us? Support us? Show us how things had to go. What to do? My mother would have loved the thought of getting a grandchild. My father would have murdered Priamos without a second thought.
Finally, the elevator dinged open and Priamos stepped out before me. I trailed behind him. Watched the rigid lines of his shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest. His gaze flicked everywhere. From the hallway tiles to the massive windows on the opposite end. Nothing escaped him. Anything but thinking about me and the child I was carrying.
Unlocking the door, he stepped inside. Inspected the rooms in front of him. It was time to break the silence. To talk about what we had just heard. I swallowed down my growing nerves.
"If you want, we can get rid of it?" I offered up, my voice was meek. Priamos walked inside and ignored me. One by one, the strings inside my heart snapped. This wasn't something he had signed up for. Mate or no mate, we haven't been together long enough to have a child together. No man wanted to be tied down to a woman just because of a child. We weren't mated yet. Married yet. He could have left whenever he wanted. Now, we would always be bound together.
"Was this space always so dangerous?" Priamos asked. I frowned at his back, not being able to understand what he was getting at. Thrusting his hands on his hips, he turned around, watching everything around him.
"Priamos, we need to talk about this," I urged. His eyes kept scanning the apartment. Flitting from the kitchen to the living room. The glass windows on the outer corner. Balcony. "Are you listening to me?" I asked in a worried voice and lunged forward. My hand grabbed at his wrist and I forced him to look at me. There were tears in his eyes. Glorious. Shining. I shook my head and let go of his arm. "If having this baby is such a problem, we can let it go, Priamos," I whispered assuredly.
"No. Not at all. This... This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me." He whispered back and leaned forward. His hand reached for my belly. Caressed his softly. There was a look of wonder on his face.
"You don't want to leave me because of it?" I asked back, dumbfounded. Priamos laughed. It was loud and unhindered.
"No, my darling Nerezza. This just makes everything so much better. You are my mate and now you will be the mother of my child! The best thing that could ever happen to me just happened today." Priamos exclaimed, the biggest smile on his face.
I smiled back. Let my lips tug over my teeth. His excitement was contagious. Infectious to the highest degree.
I squealed and leaped forward. Jumped into his arms. Priamos wrapped himself around me. Held me close to him. Yes, we barely knew each other but we were mates. He was going to be with me for the rest of our lives. This was the start of our family. A true family. Using all his strength, Priamos spun me around and I giggled with joy.
"You are going to be the best father," I told him honestly and we kissed. A soft and slow kiss that left my toes tingling.
"And you will be the best mother," He added once we broke the kiss. "But I have no idea what to feed you now, seeing as you will most likely vomit at the sight of everything." He joked and set me down. I glared at him. Slapped his arm and sauntered away.
The apartment was large in the sense of a city home. For two people who just went about their days. But it was too small to raise a child here. Yet, Priamos wouldn't be making enough to buy a home just yet. We would have to make due. Work with what we had, which wasn't a lot. I glanced at the balcony at the edge. A beautiful look into the street just beyond. A nice view over the smaller buildings in front of us. A hazard for a child learning to walk.
"You are right. This place is extremely dangerous, we have no choice but to renovate." I admitted and folded my arms around myself. Priamos came up behind me and wrapped his arms over my stomach. Caressed the baby inside. I snuggled into him, gazing out the windows. The sparks were intense and hypnotizing. Set my entire body ablaze with lust.
That was what had gotten us here.
"I will go into the store and see what they recommend for childproofing. Hopefully, by the time he has his first shift, we will have our own property, so we won't have to prepare for that yet." Priamos said. I leaned away from him and glared over my shoulder.
"A him? You think it will be a boy?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled and kissed the side of my face, shooting down sparks again. I couldn't help but giggle.
"I know it is. Call it father's intuition."
"More like wishful thinking. I hope it is a girl so that we can raise her to be independent. Give her the world. Besides, boys tend to break everything." I added and shoved away from him. Priamos frowned at me for a moment but shrugged.
"Fair enough. Whatever it may be, as long as we are raising them together, I don't mind," He said and walked towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna make something for lunch real quick, hopefully, that little one will allow you to consume something."
My parents would have loved this for me. Even if my father would have been angry with Priamos in the beginning. He would have happily accepted his new role within my child's life given time. My mother on the other hand would have loved this baby off of the bat. Given it whatever it could want or need. Although considering their financial situation at the time of their death, I doubt they could have afforded much.
"I wish my parents were here," I murmured, still staring out the window. Priamos stopped whatever he was doing in the kitchen. I felt his eyes staring at my back. Feel the atmosphere increase in tension. But I couldn't help it. I hadn't spoken of them in so long. "They would have adored this baby. Been ecstatic at the prospect of becoming grandparents. But some drunk idiot had decided to end their lives instead." I said the last few words with as much bitterness as I could muster.
"Do you think they would have accepted me?" Priamos asked from the kitchen. I turned around and gave him the biggest smile.
"They would have loved you. Told you to be grateful that I was yours. My father loved me more than anyone. I was his princess that could do no wrong. If this baby inside of me is a girl, I do not doubt that he would have loved her even more." I added with a giggle. Priamos smiled back at me.
"If you want, I can introduce you to my sister. Sadly, my mother is too far away for me to introduce the two of you but Farren is in a boarding school for girls close by." I stared at him with wide eyes. Searched the folds of my heart to figure out whether I wanted to meet her.
In essence, Priamos wanted my ache to end. Wanted me to have a family again. But no one would ever replace my parents. Fill the hole they had left. Meeting her would still do me some good. That way, I would have a friend here in this forsaken city besides Priamos.
"I would love that."
"Good. I can give her a call one of these days. Sadly, she isn't allowed off campus very often, only during school holidays. At that time, we should know the gender of the baby. Maybe the three of us could go shopping." He offered and I cocked my head to the side.
"I would love that."
Nerezza's Point of View3 Months LaterPriamos 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 Fa
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