Nerezza’s Point of View
Two months later.
I had become spoiled. Had my own cupboard filled with clothes he bought me. Received breakfast in bed every morning before he went off to work. Watched movies the entire day away. Sometimes I read, other times I played on the piano he had bought me on our one-month anniversary. We were dating. Not mated. Our sex life had also been stalled until further notice.
Not once has he pressured me to please him. He also never came home with another female’s scent on him. My father would have been overjoyed to see me now. To see how well Priamos treated me. Every day was a new adventure together. We had yet to speak of my parents. Or his old pack. Those were the only topics we avoided.
The love we shared grew stronger each day. Made me realize the prospects life had to offer. I had asked him numerous times if I had to go get a job. Not that I had any experience but because I wanted to help him. Provide for both of us. His only wish was for me to remain home. Live out happily and never know hardship again. I appreciated it.
In all honesty, working was overrated. Not that I could say that to any of his friends or any female in general. Being a housewife was something I aspired to be. He understood this. Loved spoiling me. I had gotten truly lucky with this one. Every day he proved over and over again that he was indeed my knight in shining armor.
Priamos also paid for piano lessons, after I had told him how it was my childhood dream to play an instrument. On cold nights, he would sit on the couch in the living room and just listen to me play until he fell asleep. My mate was thoroughly impressed at my quick progress on the instrument. Told me I had a natural talent for it. I never believed him but lived for the praise.
Priamos was downstairs cooking breakfast whilst I still lazed in bed. It was still dark outside,e thanks to the fast-approaching winter. Everything was frosted outside. Cold and white. This was just the first snow of the season. I had bought him a rather large coat just a week ago, making sure he never froze.
“I’m coming up! Hope you are hungry!” Priamos called. With a broad smile on my face, I sat up. Waited as I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Finally, his head got out from the floor and I took in my mate.
He was handsome beyond belief. His button-up shirt was tight against his skin. The sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Shortly after we had met, he had gotten a promotion. More income. Better hours. I loved having him home more often. Those brown eyes danced when he took me in. I was wearing his favorite blue satin nightgown.
“What did you make today?” I chirped. Priamos’ smile broadened when he noticed my excitement. I lived for food now. Enjoyed every meal I had. Especially when he cooked it. As of late, he was teaching me some things in the kitchen. Sometimes I burnt the water.
“Eggs benedict, your favorite.” He mused and set the tray on the edge of the bed. I smiled at him and took in a deep breath.
The smell of the eggs benedict hit me like a ton of bricks. My stomach turned. Twisted. I felt the bile rise in my throat. Gasping for breath, I flung my hand over my mouth. Priamos frowned at my action. I swallowed. Swallowed again. But the nausea wouldn’t go away. Persisted as I let my feet fall out of the bed.
Cool tiles gripped the bottom of my feet. I dashed for the stairs. Gripped the rail with my free hand and took them two at a time. Priamos was hot on my heels. I felt the bile rise higher and higher and I prayed that I would get to the bathroom in time. Before I had to clean up a mess I wouldn’t be able to stand.
Getting to the bathroom, I slammed the door shut behind me. Lurching to the bowl, I made it just in time. Yellow bile came spilling out of my mouth. My nose. Tears burned my eyes and I wretched again. The sting of the acidic bile reached my mind and more tears stung. I threw up one last time, feeling my chest constrict.
“Nerezza, are you alright?” Priamos asked from the door. I flushed the toilet and let my head rest against the side. Inhaled deeply. Felt the sting become a burn. I thought back to the eggs benedict and felt my body react once more. It wanted to throw up again. I steadied my breathing and focussed on something else.
“I am fine,” I whispered back. Priamos tried the lock but it had closed from the inside. Another safety feature that he had installed. In case someone breaks in and he wasn’t around. “Just give me a moment,” I called again and forced myself to my feet. I wobbled once before catching myself on the sink.
My eyes were red from the tears. My stomach still swirled around. But it was much better than before. I unlocked the door and opened it. Priamos’ worried face came into view. His brows were furrowed. Lost in his own world of devastation. I gave him the best smile I could muster. He shook his head.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asked and I nodded. “It didn’t fucking sound like it. Can I take you to the doctor before work?”
“If it would make you feel any better but it might just be a stomach bug.”
So, we went. Priamos wouldn’t risk my health. Besides, it was also time for a checkup on my health, anyway. Or so Priamos had said. We drove in silence until we reached his doctor. The man was friendly enough. Old but wise. I enjoyed his warm smile when he lead us into the examination room. His soft-spoken nature and wide glasses. He looked every bit the family doctor that he was.
“Mrs. Torrez, is there anything out of the ordinary that has you upset?” The doctor asked. I clamped my hand over Priamos’ and smiled.
“Please. Call me Nerezza. We aren’t married yet.” I corrected him.
“Alright, Nerezza. When was the last time you had your period?” The doctor asked, checking the sheet I had filled in before we came inside. The color must have drained from my face because Priamos watched me with intense eyes. I cleared my throat and thought hard.
“Two, maybe three months ago,” I admitted. Priamos looked like he was about to faint. Fall dead on the floor beside me. I knew how he felt. Hadn’t thought this possible. We had slept together only once. Once. Now, look where we were.
“Ah. Let us do an ultrasound, just in case, but I have a sneaking suspicion I know the bug you have caught, given all your symptoms.” The doctor murmured, his eyes bright when he looked at Priamos. The humor in his voice nearly caught on. Nearly.
A few minutes later, I was on the ultrasound bed. My belly was open to Priamos and the doctor. My mate barely looked at me as the doctor slid the ultrasound machine over my stomach. Refused to look at the screen. Instead, he was lost in his own world. Gone from this one.
“There you go. Meet your little stomach bug. Looks like you are about two months along. Congratulations.” He beamed. I felt my heart constrict.
Priamos simply fell over backward, fainting on the spot. What the fuck were we going to do?
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe 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
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