Violet was doing wonderful keeping herself okay, I’m not having him mess her up- I don’t give a fuck who he is. Zachary went to go say something but Scott cut him off.
“Alright, how about we just drop it?” Scott gave a small nod at us both. He turned to Zachary and muttered, “Chill the hell out, you know she’s sensitive.”
Zachary frowned and turned to Violet, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know about the name, would’ve been nice to have a warning,” he gritted in my direction, “but I’m sorry. Congratulations,” he nodded towards her hands. They were still shaking.
“T-thank you,” she gave a small smile. Shit, I fucking love her so much.
“Alright, let’s go,” I grabbed Violet’s hand as she walked beside me to my office, leading Zachary and Scott.
“Meeting in here?” Zachary questioned as he walked up the stairs and into the office.
“We’re redoing a room and they’re finishing up,” I told him as I got Violet seated and then sat down myself.
“Fun,” Scott chimed in, “baby room?”
I nodded. Violet hated her old bedroom- obviously from the notes and cameras, and pictures from it. It was a struggle for her to go in and plan how to redo everything. The renovation was helping though.
The meeting went relatively well as we talked about hunting problems and a coven nearby with some problems. Once we were all done, they bid their farewells, and Violet and I walked back to our house.
I couldn’t pinpoint it, but Zaxton was anxious. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to hold her baby bump. I didn’t want to.
It’s not like I hated it and never wanted to touch her, I was just apprehensive. I was scared to get attached in case something happened because she was said to be sterile. I don’t mean I never touched her. I did it sometimes at night when she was asleep.
‘Let me touch our fucking kids, you dick!’
No, suck it up.
“Bee?” Violet asked and I looked down at her.
“Flower?” she smiled at her nickname.
“You s-should have more pictures in the house,” I furrowed my brows at her nervousness.
Her stuttering has gotten better with me, almost completely gone. I hated that she was nervous to tell me a simple thing like that. But I understood.
She didn’t ask for much- if anything at all. She was just happy with my presence and her kids.
I chuckled at her. “I like that idea. I’d love pictures of you,” I winked at her and she blushed.
I helped her up the porch steps and opened the door for her.
“You know what I mean,” she smiled and I kissed her forehead.
“I like it.”
( ‘Oh, my fucking- touch her stomach!’)
… Fuck. Off…
Worry was growing in me. Fuck it, better safe than sorry. I neared my hand towards her round belly and glanced at her for approval. She hesitantly nodded. She truthfully didn’t like it when someone touched her. Father of the kids or not.
I rubbed small circles against her shirt and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. Violet gingerly responded, her hand cupping my face.
… You good?…
Zaxton growled in return but didn’t say anything. I pulled away from her and kissed her forehead before we headed into the kitchen. She got some water and then we had dinner.
Once we were done, we walked upstairs to check out the new room, and the workers left for the day. We walked into our room and got ready for bed.
Violet sighed as she laid down.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned as her eyebrows knitted for a brief second.
She nodded. “Yeah, my back just hurts,” I leaned down and kissed her forehead as I slipped my hand under her to help alleviate her pain. The bond really works wonders. Truly a gift.
I laid down beside her, covering her. Her eyes were already close. Three babies tired her out quickly.
“I love you Violet, goodnight,” I pressed another kiss to her forehead before I situated myself.
“Love you too, Bee,” Violet mumbled as she crashed. I smiled at her.
I wish my mom could meet her- she’d love Violet. My survivor. My fighter. My flower.
We kept the lights on while we slept, something Violet clearly established. That and not being alone. She couldn’t stand it. She could shower and stuff but she didn’t like being in a room by herself or downstairs with the cooks.
I thought the light was the reason I couldn’t go to sleep, but it was fucking Zaxton. He was pacing with apprehension. He didn’t know why. I laid there for hours as he just whined with dread- he didn’t know why and I didn’t either. It was pissing me off.
Violet was out. There were a few times her face would scrunch up and I passed it as some questionable dreams. I was ready to go to sleep. Zaxton wouldn’t give me any information.
I finally went to sleep after being kept up for four hours.
Zaxton clawed in pain at me and my eyes shot open. I was only asleep for an hour and he woke me back up. I was confused until a scent hit my nose. I shot up in bed as Zaxton howled at me to do something.
I looked over at Violet’s scrunched face. Her crease was evident in between her eyebrows. I felt my heart tear as I looked down further. It matched exactly what I smelt and explained Zaxton’s agony.
Blood.