Willow’s POV
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I was sitting on the bed watching TV with my back resting against the headboard. I grab the remote off the nightstand and start flipping through the channels.
I can’t believe he locked me inside the bedroom. He said he would be back with food and told me to rest. So, here I am sitting on the bed and flipping though channels out of boredom.
Hearing a knock at the door I don’t bother getting up since I can’t open it anyway. ” I can’t unlock it! Damian locked me inside!” I yell out over the sound of the tv so the person on the other side can hear me.
” Hang on!” The familiar male voice yells out.
” Not like I can go anywhere!” I yell back.
I roll my eyes and continue to flip through the channels before stopping on Jersey Shore. I haven’t seen this show in a long time. I remember seeing glimpses of it while I was running from village to village trying to stay alive.
From what I can remember it was a pretty good show. It helped me forget about how miserable I was moving around constantly just trying to survive. They even talked about their life experiences and struggles. They even air out all their drama for the whole world to see.
Hearing the door unlock I take my eyes off the tv for a spilt second to see Dean entering my room with a tray full of food. He walks over and sets the food tray down on my nightstand.
The smell of chicken fried stake fills my nostrils and causes my stomach to growl. That’s until I smell onions that causes vile to raise up in my throat.
I quickly get out of bed and rush to the bedroom. I lift the lid and kneel down to my knees as I start to throw up everything I drank when I was at work a few moments ago. Feeling a hand gently rub circle in the center of my back. I just assume it is Dean but the voice I hear is Damian’s. ” Did you add anything other than what I put on the tray?” Damian asked Dean.
” No, I didn’t add anything. A maid added onions just as I was walking out of the kitchen.” Dean tells him.
” Get rid o-of the o-onions!” I tell them as I throw up again.
After throwing up until my vomit turns clear. I sit up right and lean my back against the cold tile wall. My throat is burning and my eyes are watering.
Hearing the sound of the water running I look over at the sink to see Damian wetting a hand towel.
Once the hand towel is complete soaked I watch him ring out the hand towel causing water to dip into the sink, before walking over to me. He squats down in front of me and gently wipes my face with the warm wet hand towel.
My voice is rough and dry as I speak, ” Did he get rid of the onions?” I asked Damian.
Damian nods, ” Yeah, he got rid of the onions and lit some of the candles to get rid of the smell.” I watch as he stands up and leaves the bathroom. He comes back a second later with a cup in his hand.
He squats back down and hands me the cup. ” It will help with your throat.” I look down into the cup to see it is just water. I place the cup to my lips and take slow sips.
It burns my throat a little at first but after a few more sips. My throat starts to slowly feel better but I still feel nauseous and uneasy.
I place my hand over my baby bump and give it a soft rub. ” I don’t feel good.” I tell Damian. He smiles softly at me, ” Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He says picking me up bridal style and carries me out of the bathroom.
He carries me over to the bed and gently sets me down. ” I can get your food warmed up for you.”
I shake my head, ” No, I don’t think I can hold sold food down at the moment. Maybe a strawberry and banana smoothie will help. It is also nutritious and filled with vitamins.” I tell him.
Damian nods, ” Alright I will go make your smoothie.” He turns and looks at Dean who was leaning against the wall in the corner. ” Will you stay with her until I come back?”
Dean nods, ” Yeah I can do that.”
I watch as Damian walk out the door and stare over at Dean. ” I thought you left.” Dean shakes his head, ” I just went to check on Luna while you were throwing up. I came back just as Damian was putting you on the bed.”
He rubs the back of his head with his hand. ” If I knew the onions would have made you sick. I would have thrown it away before bringing your food to you.” He says with a guilty expression on his face.
” Dean it isn’t your fault. You didn’t know it would make me throw up. Hell a lot of stuff I smell lately makes me want to throw up. I can’t even eat Jake’s hamburgers the way he normally makes it. I have to take the mustard, onions, and tomatoes off cause it taste weird. Even just smelling those things make me gag.”
I love Jake’s burgers but the last few days my sense of smell and taste are all weird. I only recently started avoiding certain foods and drinks. So it is understandable why Dean wouldn’t know. The only reason Damian knows is because all the servant and gaurds spy on me constantly.
” Yeah, that is understandable. I hear being pregnant misses with your sense of smell, taste buds, and emotions.” I nod my head, ” Yeah it really does and it kinda sucks. However Damian being overprotective kinda sucks a little more.” I tell him.
Dean stops leaning against the wall and walks over to me. ” Damian is just excited about having a baby. After all you are carrying his first child and he is next in line to take over his clan from his father.”
I stare at him confused as he sits on the edge of the bed. ” I thought this place was his clan.” I say gesturing my hands around the room. ” He doesn’t even talk to his dad.” I add.
” This is just the clan he made for himself. No one here is family. They are just friends or people he picked off the street. He give them a home, job, and foods. ” Dean tells me.
” Everything you just said is basically a clan.” I tell him.
Dean shakes his head, ” No, a clan is a lot more than just friends and random people. It is family and heritage with respectful friends. This place is hanging on by a thread.”
It’s falling apart?
” If things are this bad. Why hasn’t Damian said anything?” I asked him as I turn the tv off to have a conversation with Dean.
” Because you are pregnant and he doesn’t want to stress you out. He doesn’t want to risk you loosing the baby. I am only telling you this because one of Damian’s cousins is coming to give him a hand. Weather or not he is going back to his father’s clan is still questionable. However with you being pregnant. He might move everyone back to his father’s clan.”
This is a bomb shell Dean just dropped on me.
” Wait, but your dad created his own clan too the same way.”
I remember hearing rumors about Dean’s clan. Well his father clan anyway. Deans dad is Hunter from the Blood Clan. They are considered the strongest in the area. Hunter has his own school that teaches both humans and demons. He even offers self defense classes to all the students and teachers.
Dean shakes his head, ” It’s not the same Willow. My dad left his clan and met my mom. We were in hiding for years from people that wanted to take revenge on my father. They didn’t care if we were kids or too little to understand. Enemies will do anything to get revenge. That includes killing or torturing little kids. That’s why my father trained me and my siblings constantly. From sun up to sun down we were training. We fought so hard for so long that it burned my dad out. Eventually a bunch of my uncles moved in with us after moving for the nineteenth time. That is the only reason my dad and sibling aren’t living with my grandpa and my great grandfather.” He explains to me.
That’s a lot of information to take in at once.
The sound of a cellphone ringing breaks the silences that had started to fill the room after Dean’s explanation to me.
I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pants pocket and stares down at the Caller ID. ” I have to take this.” Dean says getting to his feet.
As Dean is leaving the room, Damian walks in with my smoothie in his hand. He hands me the smoothie and I take it. ” So are we going to live with your father?” I question him as I take a sip.
I let out a moan and close my eyes savoring the flavor of the smoothie. The way strawberries and bananas mix together is so good! Not to mention it is helping my nausea go away. It’s like a magic drink for pregnant women.
As I take another sip I can’t help but to let out another moan.
Damian’s chuckles, ” You moaning like that is giving me blue balls.” He says sitting on his side of the bed. I watch him take his shoes and shirt off. His back muscles have me drooling.
No, Willow get ahold of yourself!
I need to have a conversation with him. Although it had been awhile since we had sex and my hormones are all over the place. He also made me come home and locked me inside our bedroom. I can’t give into temptation just because I am horny.
” You didn’t answer my questions.” I say as I watch him stand up and strip off his pants. He stands in front of me in his boxers. My eyes wonder to the huge bulge poking out against the thin fabric of his boxer before traveling up to his abs. When I finally make contact to his face. He is giving me a smug smile. ” You like what you see?” He asked me. I swallow hard and press my thighs together. ” I am still waiting for an answer.” I tell him.
He chuckles and gets onto the bed. ” No, we aren’t but I am having some family members come over to live with us for now on.” He crawl towards me until he is face to face with me.
” S-So, you have everything f-figured out?” I stutter out as Damian takes my smoothie out of my hand and places it on the nightstand.
” It is all taken care of.” He whispers out as he leans forward and crashes his lips onto mine.
The kiss was strong and passionate. When he pulls back we are both breathing heavily.
” You know I have to be able to breathe so our baby can breathe.” I tell him.
Damian chuckles, ” The baby will be fine.” He says leaning forward and kisses me again like a hungry animal.
I tap his shoulder signaling him to pull back so I can breathe. When he pulls back both his eyes are bright red. I swallow hard as I stare at him and when he smiles at me. His fangs are in full view and look sharper than ever.
” Relax Willow I won’t hurt you.” He says softly.
I know he won’t hurt me but I have a feeling sex is going to be wild and amazing at the same time.