Teagan's Point of View"We have been at this for hours," Ulrich groaned and scattered the papers out in front of him. "When can it be Harland's turn? I swear the last time I read this much was back in school. And even then I knew it was shit." Bellamy shuffled the papers in his hands, glas of whiskey pressed between his hand and the pages. "Yeah. I think I might agree with Ulrich on this. I never thought my father had such shitty handwriting. To top it off, he wrote down every single detail of every single fucking day."Like he would one day need to publish a memoir and was afraid something might get lost if he didn't write it down."Is one of you willing to wake him up? Because I sure as shit am not." I said, sipping from my rooibos tea.Neither of them men wanted me to have coffee anymore. They had googled all of a solid five minutes to figure out what could harm the baby and what couldn't. Coffee, apparently, wasn't good.We argued about it for longer than they had googled it. But

Teagan's Point of ViewThe silence was deafening. I could hear my heart loudly inside the small bathroom. Dared not to look at Harland, even when I felt his body slip away from mine. Put space between us.Slowly, I turned my head. Looked at him with a fleeting glance.Only to find shock and fear written across his face. Seemed to become part of him. His hand was floating in the air between us."I- I- I thought you were on," He sucked in a deep breath. Now I could hear his heart hammering against his ribs. A fast pace that told me everything I already knew. "Birth control." The word came out like venom. Was spat into the air between us. He was accusing me of having done something so that the birth control would fail.It was a low blow but one I could sympathize with.Neither of us planned on becoming parents. The option only came into play when I discovered Ulrich and Bellamy. Not that we had discussed it beforehand. We didn't have the luxury of time for that.But now it was a pressi

Harland's Point of ViewNo one was home. Not my mother or my father.But I was more than pleased just to sit with Jessebelle in the kitchen. Around the same old table I grew up with. On the chairs I used to climb on and jump over when I wanted to play.All whilst Teagan watched and giggled. Encouraged me to go faster. Run harder. Jump higher. I had no idea why I had come here in the first place. What came over me that I chose to be here now? What was I going to say to my parents? You were right. We were incestuous monsters and never should have run away from home. That the life I led in Eiecrunt was horrible. Because none of it was true.My life had been perfect up until this point. We might have fought but we always got through things. Met in the middle on all occasions. Except this. "I never thought I would see you again, my dear boy," Jessebelle said and placed a tall glass of cold chocolate milk in front of me.My favorite, ever since I was a child. She made it for me whenev

Bellamy's Point of View"We need Teagan here if you want to discuss starting erecting the mine itself. Neither of us has the authority to clear funds. Only Ciaran or Alvara can do that. And we both know neither will deal with the likes of us." I said, keeping as much of my irritation out of my voice. Jonah gave me a flat stare. "That's why I asked for the both of you to be here. Not just you. I have hired everyone I needed to and arranged for housing for them closer to the site as well. Now we need to start construction and you just, what? Happened to feel like leaving her home?" He matched my energy inch for inch.Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I told you, she is sick. She needs time to recover before getting back on the job. Can't it wait another week or two?" There was no way in fucking hell I would tell him what was really going on. That she was pregnant and that Harland left her. Or she left him. Either way, she needed some space for now and not have to wor

Bellamy's Point of ViewThere was laughter coming from the kitchen when I walked in. Rich and vibrant. A sound I always wanted to hear when I came home from work. Teagan sat on the counter, watching Ulrich mix things together and making a mockery of it. Flour covered most of the kitchen island surface. Left the kitchen in a light white sheen. Even Teagan had some on her clothes. Hair. From my point of view, I could see her ankles crossed over each other. Swinging in front of her as she leaned forward, toward Ulrich and his nonsense.The soldier must have been dying on the inside because of the mess. His eyes glanced at all the dirty dishes from time to time, no doubt reassuring himself that it was fine not to clean up the mess just yet. That this made Teagan happy and that it was worth the mess.She wasn't sad or crying. No longer moping around.And he would do anything to see her smile."Stop laughing at me. I never learned to cook. Why would I have had to?" Ulrich huffed and crac