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When my eyes opened, I became instantly aware that I lost my child. Meeghan is beside me and when she sees that I am awake, she runs towards the door and tells the guard.
She is still telling them when I shift my attention to the window. The sun is high up. Maybe, it's mid-afternoon or lunch? I wonder how long I slept? And this room, I am still in Theo's room.
I sit up from the bed, expecting pain, but there is only the discomfort due to lying a long time in bed. I smirk as I lean on the headboard. It's my werewolf genes again. I just hope that I feel the pain of losing my child longer. Even when I lost my child, the pain is negligible that I didn't even detect it, until I notice Meeghan's look of terror as she stares at my skirt with the splotches of blood.
I hear the rush of feet by the door and towards my bed. And I smell lavender even before Theo gathers me up into an embrace. I didn't respond. I am not angry. Rather, I feel numb more than ever. Maybe, my heart has become too exhausted that it finally chooses to shut down.
Theo lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. I meet his eyes. His, is a look of worry, and mine is nonchalance. I don't care anymore. He pulls back from me and reaches for my hand.
He squeezes it and says, "You already know, right? That you lost the child?"
'The child'? It's also his child and yet, until now, he refuses to acknowledge 'our' child. I snort.
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