245 - EMMA

EMMA

Mother smiles and walks over to stand next to me at the window, she places her hand on my shoulder and then turns the stick over and holds it in front of me showing me those two bright pink lines, showing with all their glory that I am indeed pregnant.

My eyes go wide and I smile, but then my face drops as the distance I have put between me and Jeremiah hits and if it had happened at any other time, I probably would have been over-excited. Tears slide down my cheeks as I realise that Jeremiah should have been with me for this, but then, is this really what he would want? My mother makes me turn and pulls me into her arms and says,

“It will be okay, Em, you will see…”

“But I’m not 18 or even 20 any more mother, I’m too old… And I’m dying mother…”

“Sweetheart, we are werewolves. We could be 100 and still have a pup... Who told you that you were dying?”

“No one told me, I can…” I frown, “I could feel it…”

My mother smiled as she says, “Other than feeling sick, you feel better, don’t