All Chapters of Pregnant With The Devil’s Heir. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 2.Elsie. I’m not sure how long I’ve been walking down the hallway.The music from the party below is faint now, more of a low thump through the floor and the occasional burst of laughter drifting up the stairs.Up here it’s quiet. The chandeliers along the hallway blur when I look at them. For a second it looks like there are two of each light instead of one. I blink hard and they settle again.I slow down and put my hand on the wall as the floor shifts slightly under my feet.That’s… not normal.I’ve never actually been drunk before. Not properly. I’ve had a glass of wine once or twice, but nothing like this.My head feels light, but at the same time everything around me feels too sharp. The wallpaper under my fingers is rougher than it should be. The air feels warm against my skin.My heart is beating too fast.Second door on the left, that’s what my mother said.I push myself off the wall and start walking again, carefully this time.I take one step, then another.The hal

Chapter 4.Elsie. Two months laterI wake before my alarm.A nausea sits in my chest like a stone, spreading slowly through my jaw, fingertips, the backs of my knees. I lie still for a moment, letting my body decide how badly it wants me to move.Eventually, I get up and kneel on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, throwing up into the water closet. I tell myself it’s from stress. That the headaches and sleepless nights were from stress, although it’s been two months of cold tile floors. Two months of brushing my teeth twice every morning to scrub out the taste of bile. Two months of Mom standing in doorways, watching.I take the test from the package, fumbling with the wrapper like it’s made of knives. My hands are shaking, but I try to steady them against the edge of the sink. I close my eyes for a moment, imagining the worst and the impossible, and then I follow the instructions, holding the stick just right, peeing on it and waiting.The seconds stretch.I count tiles on the fl

Chapter 6ElsieFor a moment, nothing happens.The priest stares at the man in front of him like he doesn’t understand the language that was just spoken.Salvatore—because I remember now, faintly, that someone said his name that night—doesn’t move. He stands beside me with the same quiet patience he walked down the aisle with, as if he has all the time in the world.The church is completely silent, and then, somewhere in the back, someone begins to sob softly.The priest’s hands shake so badly the pages of the book rustle against each other. His eyes flick down to the body at our feet, then back up to the man who just killed him.Salvatore’s gaze doesn’t leave the priest’s face.“Continue,” he repeats.His voice isn’t louder this time, if anything, it’s softer. That somehow makes it worse.The priest swallows. His Adam’s apple bobs visibly. His eyes dart once toward the congregation, toward the armed men stationed between the pews, toward the open doors where more of them stand watchi