Barren

OCTAVIA'S POV.

When Athena left the restaurant, I had felt ashamed, hopeless, deserted… I didn't even mind if some people were staring. I had reached a stage where I didn't care much for people anymore.

If only I could lift myself out of the ditch I had run into. Maybe things would be good again.

Athena had it all. She had all I ever wanted. The money, the confidence, the beauty, and… the baby.

He was so beautiful, and when he had come to me, it had felt like he was talking to me, like he… he admired me.

Spit had dribbled down from those little lips, and the only teeth he had, had been two adorable lower teeth which shone bright as he smiled.

His skin was so impossibly soft, smooth, and he smelled of Vanilla. Was that how it felt to hold a baby? Athena must be happy daily to hold such a baby, to have him smile at her, to own him, and be the one he loves more than anyone else.

I sat there in the café for a very long time, thinking hard on where it had all gone wrong. Well, I didn't