Mitzie stood on the edge of the cliff staring into the ocean blue sky. Not a cloud to hamper the vision of her hazel-colored almond-shaped eyes. She flicked the long ash from her cigarette and smiled like she’d never smile again. Her dark chocolate locks, which were normally just above waist length, fell below her voluptuous heart-shaped butt as she threw her head back and let out a loud laugh that originated in her not-so-flat stomach.
“What’s so funny?” her husband, Alford, asked standing behind her with a look of concern on his face. Mitzie pulled her head back up, and turned ever so slightly to where she could see Alford from the corner of her right eye. Damn he was sexy. Mitzie’s smile never left her face as she took in Alford’s appearance.
Alford was visually appealing, to the point where he garnered attention from women and men alike wherever he went. He was also very attentive to her physical and emotional needs. She felt if there was an award for a man who knew how to handle his business and please a woman in and out of the bedroom, Alford would be the winner every time.
Even though she knew what kind of man she had, Alford never gave her a reason to feel jealous. If anything, he made others jealous of her, not the other way around.
Mitzie and Alford shared a love like she could never imagine. To her it felt like an other worldly kind of love, not one she’d ever witnessed between two people before. And even growing up in a household where she knew her parents were very much in love with each other, it still did not seem to be as in tune as the connection between Mitzie and Alford. It was strange to her, and she sometimes wondered how it was possible.
Towering over her 5-foot 7-inch frame, he was easily 6 feet 4 inches tall. His perfectly proportioned build was slender with muscle that wasn’t bulky, but very defined.
Gazing at Alford’s chiseled jaw that wasn’t too square, yet wasn’t too triangular, she smirked as she turned her full body around to his honey complexioned face and caramel-colored eyes. She got lost in those eyes frequently and cherished every moment of it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she playfully scoffed as she took one final puff of the now almost wasted cigarette and flung it over the edge of the cliff.
“Aside from the fact that you’re a mad woman, I’m sure something that has you smoking while carrying our child has got to be the reason?” he jokingly asked with a cocked right eyebrow.
She knew she shouldn’t be smoking while pregnant and she shouldn’t be smoking at all, but the constant nag at the back of her mind regarding the baby had her on extreme edge lately. Mitzie hadn’t smoked a cigarette in years, but today was a day that she felt she just needed one. She didn’t even really smoke this cigarette, she figured she took maybe 3 puffs of the entire thing before it burned to nothing but ashes.
Mitzie let out a deep sigh as she ran her hand over her subtle baby bump. The smile that she adorned turned into a straight line, as she glanced down at the same time. How would she ever tell him that she felt something isn’t right with this baby? She’d been to the doctor for a check-up when she first discovered she was pregnant almost 4 months ago, and everything appeared to progress as normal. However, sometime between then and now, Mitzie got the feeling that something had changed.
She was starting to feel the baby’s subtle movements, but there was a gut instinct that this would not be a normal pregnancy.
She couldn’t help but think she would have a rare experience like her mother’s, only as a single fetus and not a twin.
She hadn’t been back to the doctor, as something deep in her told her that was not a good option. Whatever the matter was that would tell her getting proper medical care during pregnancy wasn’t a good idea was a strong enough feeling to keep her away from the medical facility.
Not like there was an issue with the doctor’s office, as Alford would have nothing less than the absolute best Obstetrics doctors and hospitals on hand for his wife and child. When the time came for delivery, however, she could only hope that her gut instinct was wrong, and that things would go according to her and Alford’s plans for their new family.
Alford took cautioned steps towards Mitzie as she remained with her head down, looking at her sun kissed bare feet against the rock covered ground. Here hand never left her stomach as she gently caressed the current casing of what she hoped would be a happy and healthy baby.
He pulled her into his arms and placed his head on top of hers as she deeply inhaled his tantalizing scent. Alford did not wear men’s cologne, but to Mitzie, he had a natural Irish Spring soap scent. Gosh how she loved that smell. She closed her eyes and smiled while she laid her head against his solid chest.
“Hmm” was all that she could muster while enjoying the feel of his strong arms encapsulating her.
“I suppose when you’re ready to share whatever little private joke that was, you’ll tell me” Alford spoke in a soothing voice.
“Never mind” Mitzie said as she pulled away from Alford grinning and turned to find where she’d kicked off her flat sandals. “We have business to tend to. Shall we?”
Mitzie retrieved her shoes from beside one of the large boulders that sat near the cliff’s edge, maneuvering the red sleeveless sundress to allow her to easily bend.
When she turned back towards Alford, he was waiting by the car with the passenger door opened for her. As she walked towards the latest model Aston Martin swinging her sandals in her had while still holding her stomach, she smiled as she looked at the devastatingly handsome man with short curly hair before her.
He stood at the front of the car with his arms folded across his chest, leaning on the hood waiting patiently for her. He returned her smile and moved to close the car door once she entered.
“I suppose we shall, Mrs. Damos” he said as he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and closed the door before walking around the front of the car to the driver’s side.
Mitzie sat watching Alford through the windshield as he walked. As he crossed in front of the car, he glanced at her and gave her one of his million-dollar smiles. “If only I could explain to him how I’m feeling” she thought, smiling back at him.
Once Alford was in the car with his seatbelt buckled, he placed his hands on the steering wheel and looked at Mitzie with a small frown.
“We do not have to go to this dinner if you’re not feeling up to it. I know we RSVP’d, however, if the baby is giving you trouble, the partners will understand,” he stated, concern laced in his voice.
Mitzie sighed as she rubbed her stomach and stared out of the windshield. “No, I’m fine. I don’t suppose the partners would really care what our little bean is doing. They only care about what money we’re bringing for them.”
Alford looked out of the windshield in thought for a moment, considering Mitzie’s words. He silently started the car, carefully backed down the entrance to the cliff, and drove towards their home.
Mitzie studied her reflection in the mirror as she prepared for the dinner on that night. A pair of 3.1 carat cushion cut drop diamond earrings hung from her pierced ears. She had a matching necklace with a 3 carat oval Thai ruby at the center that graced just above her high bosom. The off the shoulder emerald-green floor length A-line wrap-style dress had a revealing neckline that displayed ample cleavage. The side split ran to the top of her muscular thigh in a peek-a-boo design. The dress was loose enough around the waist to accommodate her small bump but fitted enough to make a statement. The Jimmy Choo stilettos that she wore finished off her look. She tucked a stray piece of her elegant updo behind her ear and ensured her minimally done makeup with a glossy nude lipstick complemented the ensemble. Alford wore a custom fit black Tom Ford 3-piece suit with a Zegna emerald-green paisley silk tie. His perfectly polished black Tom Ford burnished leather lace-ups made him look just
“Erica Saunders, Darling!” Mitzie heard Marva yelling across the room as she strolled away to her next victim. Alford knew how Marva annoyed Mitzie, and instantly placed his hand on the small of her back to sooth her. Mitzie watched Marva as she made her way to Erica and repeated the 2-cheeck air kiss with her. For a woman who Mitzie guessed was maybe in her late sixties, Marva did not let age overtake her. Mitzie knew that Marva worked with a personal trainer at least 5 times a week, and instead of going full grey-haired, she kept her bob-cut hair dyed a vibrant silver color. She was not a bad looking woman. “I swear that woman annoys me” Mitzie whispered leaning into Alford. “I know. I was wondering how long you were going to entertain her touching your stomach” Alford chuckled. “Surely she’s no worse to you than your best friend Zara?” If Mitzie admitted it, Zara could be annoying at times, but she chose to overlook that side of her. They seemed to be from two different worlds
Just as she was getting lost in what was happening with her baby, an ethereal angelic figure materialized in front of her, causing her to stumble and fall backwards to her butt. Mitzie was gasping and trying to scoot backwards away from the figure that stayed in the same spot. “Daughter of Samael, do not be afraid. I pose no harm to you” the strange voice said as the figure materialized into what Mitzie thought to be a woman. “Who the hell are you and where am I? What the hell is going on?” Mitzie choked out, trying not to cry as she stopped scooting and sat with her legs spread in front of her while holding her stomach. The woman had floor-length wavy jet-black hair with caramel colored skin, sharp emerald-green eyes, and was wearing an enchanting lipstick color that Mitzie had never seen before. She smiled at Mitzie and stood with her fingers intertwined in front of her. She wore a floor-sweeping royal purple goddess style dress, complete with silver belt and arm bracelets. The b
“What…what did you just call me?” Mitzie gulped. “I know I believe I’m dreaming, but I’ve never had a dream about my twin sister that died in my mother’s womb.” Etheria gave a slight chuckle “that’s because, as hard as it may be for you to believe, this isn’t a dream, and I didn’t die.” Mitzie thought she would faint from the information. I mean, dreams shouldn’t cause this kind of effect on someone, as far as she knew, right? Yet, something about Etheria made Mitzie want to believe what was being said to her. And something about Etheria, resembled Mitzie’s features. This couldn’t be possible. There was absolutely no way this wasn’t a dream! Just as Mitzie was about to speak, she felt a strong kick from her baby. The kick could be seen by Etheria. Her stomach also seemed to go from being 5 months pregnant to where she looked almost 8 months pregnant. “May I?” Etheria giggled as she arched an eyebrow at Mitzie asking permission to rub her stomach. “Y… yeah” Mitzie stuttered out st
“With the queen being in her weakened state, Milvan had to bring one of us back. One of his visions had seen you being the one to carry the next King of Etherios, so I was chosen to return, and you were left on earth to fulfil the vision,” She explained. “Time between galaxies differs. Even though I was yet in Cynthia’s womb on Earth, by the time I returned to Etheron, I was the age of what would be 16 earth years,” Etheria continued to describe. Mitzie was at a loss for words as she stared at Etheria like she had two heads. “So, let me see if I understand all of this,” she tried to reason, “in this dream, I mean, this reality of yours, you and I are both Princesses of a deceased King who were sent to Earth as embryos to be hidden from a psychopathic tyrant who wants to destroy other kings and take over other galaxies, am I right so far?” she asked arching an eyebrow at Etheria. “You’ve got the basics so far, dear sister” Etheria entwined her fingers, and relaxed against the back o
Sleep came easy for her at that moment, and she did not recognize when Alford laid in bed with her, nor when he left the bed the next day. Mitzie quickly sat up as if she were jolted awake. Her stomach was growling, and the flutters coming from it were not as gentle as they’d been before. “Honey!” she called for Alford. “In the shower, my love. Be out in a moment,” he responded. Mitzie propped her legs under her, rested her elbows on her knees, and put her face in her hands. She had a dreamless sleep through the night but couldn’t get the dream that she’d had while she was unconscious out of her head. Her stomach made a louder growl, which Alford heard as he was exiting the bathroom. “Someone’s hungry, are they?” he chuckled as he dried his hair with the towel in his hand. “Ugh! I’m going to be careful with what I eat today, because I think last night’s meal was too rich for our son,” she said slightly taking her face out of her hands. “Our son, you say?” Alford asked cocking hi
“Nelacos? Sister? Are you there?” Mitzie squinted to open her eyes. The voice sounded familiar, like the woman Etheria from her dream the previous night. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. This is not the same place she’d been in her previous dream. This place was dark, very dark, and Mitzie could feel an evil that drenched the very fibers of the darkness. The only light was the brief flickers of what could have been candles. Mitzie realized she was sitting on a cold hard cobblestoned ground. Wherever she was looked to be some sort of medieval prison, as it was frosty and smelled of death. The thought that she could be in an actual dungeon somewhere sent chills down her spine and caused her to wrap her arms around herself. She tried to take a deep breath but wound-up choking due to the putrid odor. The smell was so bad she threw up a little of her breakfast at the repulsive scent. Who cares if she puked on this wretched floor in this forsaken chamber. She needed to figure out where sh
Mitzie felt like her feet were made of lead. She couldn’t move, barely felt like she could breathe, and was now scared out of her mind. Her breaths were extremely labored, and she knew this wasn’t good for her baby. “Don’t stress yourself or Darius. I am now activated to protect my wife and the next king of Etherios. Please have a seat so I can explain to you what is going on, and what we will need to do at this point,” he calmly encouraged. As hard as Mitzie tried, she could not move. She thought she was doing good to get the small breaths in that she was getting. She knew there was no way she could talk at this moment, yet her mind was moving at a rate faster than she could keep up. “Please, my love. Come, sit. There is much that I need to tell you so that we can protect our child and king,” he said in a soothing voice while patting the cushion on the seat next to him. “What in the entire fuck is going on, Alford?!” she somehow managed glare at him and yell. “Or is that even yo