Come Morning Light

She just kept her arms folded and her face cold as she looked at him, not responding when he questioned her attitude. She would stand firm and not let him do anything to sway her otherwise. Misha may have told her to listen to him, but that didn’t mean she had to talk or actually hear what he had to say. When he started off angry Adella just turned away and grit her teeth, not liking his tone of voice and was ready to close the door on him if he was going to lash out that way. Misah stood back in the living behind Adella and gave him big eyes and waved her hands about, trying to “subtlety” tell him to calm down and be gentle like she had told him. He wasn’t listening to her advice!

“I have seen evidence against you but no evidence that you didn’t do it” She had read the text and was now convinced…but other than his word, what was there to prove he hadn’t done anything with the woman in the message while he had been away? There was nothing to prove his innocence. She was feeling queasy all over again…all this stress. Her body wasn’t used to such stress and yelling and fighting. She grimaced a bit and sucked in a breath before glancing back at him, like she was waiting for him to prove his innocence.

His excuses, whether her fault or not, didn’t do anything to sway her. She kept staring off to the side, not wanting to look at him because it hurt too much. She glanced over when he took out his phone and showed it to her and she leaned forward some to read the message, reading it a few times over before leaning back. This time she kept her eyes on him and didn’t look away. She just didn’t want to be a fool. She didn’t want to forgive him a second time then learn for a third time that he really was cheating. She didn’t want to go through this again and again. She wanted to make sure a hundred percent that he had not cheated and she didn’t know how to go about that.

When he grabbed her hand she shook her hand and tried to take her hand back “No” She whispered, shaking her head but she couldn’t get away from him. And then to her utter surprise, her husband got down on his knees to beg for her to believe him. Her dominant, stubborn, always thought he was right husband was on his knees asking for forgiveness for something he said he hadn’t done. She frowned, wetness touching her eyes. Could she believe him? Was it safe to believe him or would her heart just break again a couple more months down the road? When he leaned in and paused she watched him, wondering what he was doing now. His question made her blink and she shrugged, wondering why he was asking her that all of the sudden “I-I don’t know…no…” She hadn’t been feeling alright for almost the past two weeks.

She looked a bit frustrated that he was asking how she was feeling. What? Why was he asking this? What was he expecting her to say? What did how she felt have anything to do with what was happening now? She didn’t understand and kept staring down at him oddly, shaking her head slightly to show she didn’t get where he was going with that question. “Why does it matter?” She asked, sighing and glanced away, running a hand through her hair before back to him “Sick. I’ve been feeling sick. What does that matter?”

Then his next words just confused her even more. “What are you talking about!” She wanted to yell at him for calling her selfish and telling her she HAD to believe him. She didn’t need to do anything! She had legitimate reason to believe he may have cheated and she didn’t need to just forgive him because he asked! But she heard Misha gasp behind her and she glanced back, seeing Misha staring at her with wide eyes…like she had just realized something she had been suspecting. She blinked at her oddly then looked back to Andre to see him staring at her stomach “What?” She looked down “What are you staring at it?”

Again asking if she was feeling fine….what was with these odd questions all of the sudden?! She was getting impatient and frustrated and…well, to answer his question to herself, yes, she had been feeling different. It was not in her personality to feel impatience; she was ridiculously patient and had been all her life. She never got angry easily but it seemed lately the littlest thing set her off into angry rants and tears of rage. But she hadn’t really noticed that until now…she would have assumed it was just the stress from being away from Andre, but the look on his face suggested he had another idea for her sudden radical behavior.

She felt her body go still and her face pale. Pregnant? He thought she was pregnant? She looked down at her stomach, putting her hands over it and just…stared. Could she really be carrying a child right now? Did she have her period yet? She didn’t keep track of it, she didn’t remember the last time she had her period. She could be pregnant. According to Andre’s reaction, he was a hundred percent certain. She was pregnant. She was in shock, utter shock she didn’t…how? Andre didn’t want children now, regardless of the pressure her parents wrote in there letters. They used protection…well he used protection, even though she didn’t like it. She thought it was weird…but now she was just ranting from the shock she was feeling. She looked up at him, her eyes wide “I’m pregnant” She whispered, the words sounding alien.

She…she couldn’t believe this. She was pregnant. She couldn’t believe it. All she could do was keep her hands over her stomach and stare at Andre as he paced like a crazy person. Her mind was blank…it was like she couldn’t remember the argument or how she got here or anything, all that wa sin her mind right now was that she was pregnant with a child. For a few seconds underneath the tough layer of surprise, she felt a welling feeling of joy. A baby…she had always wanted a baby, especially after meeting Andre and falling in love with him. But just as quickly as she started to feel that joy and allow herself to embrace it…a darkness took over it.

At first the pressure from her parents to conceive stressed her till no end, even made worse after she found out Andre didn’t want children immediately. But the stress ebbed away the more she learned about wolves and the way their bodies worked…especially during a pregnancy. After she had learned that she was relived Andre didn’t want children anytime soon, because she knew the fate of what would happen if she did become pregnant. And now that fate had come, and it was tragic. She let him pull her against him into a bug, behaving like a mindless zombie. She frowned, feeling tears prick her eyes. Why was this happening?

She let him hold her for a while before pushing back from him and turning around to look at Misha, who was smiling hopefully at the couple and obviously excited about the news of a baby “I…I need to go home now” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke and Misha’s happiness faltered to see Adella’s expression, but she nodded, even though she was curious what was happening now “Of course” Misha said softly “Call me if you need me. Congratulations, Adella”. Adella nodded numbly, glancing back to look at her husband then started to walk out into the hall like a woman condemned.

She wished he had never figured it out. She wished he had never told her. She didn’t want to know this…she would have been far happier never have knowing and just shifting and the baby being aborted and she not know the wiser. She would have thought she got a heavy period or something, the end. This was torture. She was carrying a child, it was growing inside her….but it would die. She would kill it. The full moon was in a week and she would have to spend that entire week in agony with her baby inside her only to know he would be gone. If she had been a normal wolf, she could shift now and have a sixty percent chance the baby would be alright….but not like this. Shed shift on the full moon and shift back and even if by some absolute miracle the baby survived, he’d only die on her next shift. Why did this have to happen to her?

When he caught up with her and came to stand infront of her, tears she didn’t even know were in her eyes exploded and showered down her cheeks. Her face crumpled into absolute sadness, her lips trembling. She shook her head “There is no way. He’s going to die. I’m going to shift and kill him. He’s going to die” She sobbed and covered her face. There was no way, she had learned there was no way for a female wolf to save the baby unless shifting early and she couldn’t do that. Her baby would be gone.

She was so consumed by this awful news she didn’t even know if she was mad at him anymore or if she had forgiven him or what even was going to happen between them because of their argument. All she could think about was her baby, her poor innocent child that she was kill in a week’s time. She all but collapsed against him, her sobs getting worse. She was a failure of a wife. She had started a huge argument with her husband and now because she was a mutt she couldn’t even safely keep his child. Why did he bother with her anymore? He should send her back to France and find someone else better for him.

She wanted to believe him but, she couldn’t. If there was a way, he would know about it already. He had lived long enough and had been a wolf all his life. If he didn’t know of a solution now, there was no solution. She couldn’t be calm, her heart was shattered. When they got into the elevator she just went to the corner and slid down to sit on the floor, the sobs wracking through her body harshly. She put her hands on her stomach and closed her eyes, the tears seeping out to continue down her cheeks. Her poor child…because of what she was, it was going to lose its life.

When they had gotten home, she went straight to bed and lied on the bed, holding a pillow against herself and just cried into it. She really didn’t mind being alone as he did…whatever he was trying to figure out, she wanted to be alone and grieve for the child in her that she would soon loose. She cried until she could summon no more tears, her eyes red and swollen. So then she just lied there absolutely still, staring off at the wall and listening to the sounds of the house and outside. There would be no solution…she knew Andre wanted to try in loyalty to her but there was nothing. She was doomed to never have a baby.

She didn’t look at him when he got into bed with her, nothing about her body responded to his presence as she continued to stare sadly at the wall. But when he spoke she propped herself up on her elbow and turned back to look at him, her eyes wide “What?” She gasped, feeling her heart starting tor ace “What do you mean?! How?!”

She didn’t care that he wasn’t certain…she just cared that he thought there was a way. She hadn’t believed him when he said he would do everything to find a solution, she thought he had only said that to try and calm her down. But he really had found a way, and now tomorrow they would go towards that solution and hope that it worked to save their child. She still didn’t know if she forgave him for cheating or not cheating or whatever that mess was, but right now she knew he loved her and wanted to do everything he could for her and their future family. They could work out the other issues later…now she needed him.

She shifted to face him instead of having her back to him, tucking close against him and resting her head against his chest, seeking warmth and comfort. There was hope, but she was afraid to be too optimistic in case something bad happened, but there was still hope. She closed her eyes and sighed softly and although she didn’t sleep, she did rest, her heart racing in the prospect that they may be able to save their baby.

She stirred the moment he did, her head popping up. She was alert and wide awake and sat up, wishing they could just leave now and get this settled. She just wanted to know if her baby would be saved or not, it was torture to have to wait. As he went downstairs she went into the bathroom, but barely prepared herself like she normally did. All she did was brush her teeth and splash water on her face, tying back her hair without brushing it. She then went back to bed and lied down, moments later she smelled food and Andre came in.

Her stomach lurched unpleasantly and she grit her teeth to fight back the sick feeling. The past week she had been just eating oatmeal in the morning, and barely even ate much of that. She appreciated him though making her food and she put on a forced smile even though her stomach was flip flopping “Thank you” She murmured, sitting back up. She picked up the toast and started to pull pieces off to eat, doing so gingerly. She figured bread was a lot better than bacon and eggs. One? One was forever away. She frowned to hear that and sighed, looking down at the bread she held and continued to eat slowly. Tears filled her eyes again and started falling. She was just so frightened. What if this didn’t work? What would they do then?

She looked up when he came to console her and she forced another smile, wiping at the tears on her cheeks before glancing back down and tried not to shed anymore tears but it was hard not to. She did manage to control herself as they left to catch the plane, staying quiet the whole time, a hand on her stomach as if she was trying to feel the baby inside her, but she couldn’t. She had only ever been on a plane once before and that had been a private one the Dean had sent for he, so security and such made her absolutely clueless, but she just tried to follow Andre’s lead even though her head was a fog. She probably irritated all the people who worked there, but she couldn’t bear to care.

On the plane exhaustion finally set in from all the stress and lack of proper sleep for two nights and she ended up leaning against Andre and sleeping the whole ride there. But once she felt the plane land she jolted awake and looked around, startled and disorientated for a few moments until she remembered where she was and where they were going and she relaxed, her shoulders slumping and she sighed, looking to Andre with a frown before looking out the plane window which she sat by, wanting to get out of the claustrophobic flying metal bird.

Normally such a nice car would have excited Adella, made her smile and be wiggling the whole car ride as she touched all of the car’s interior and pressed every button. But not this time, this time she sat quietly in the seat and stared out the window. This was Louisiana? The place her husband and grown up and lived and loved? She couldn’t see it. It didn’t have the…grace that North Carolina did or even that her home did. It was hot and sticky…she didn’t like it, not with her pregnancy hormones still out of whack, it just made her feel grumpy. Or as grumpy as she could feel through the sadness she was feeling. Would all of this be for nothing? And what way had he found that apparently no one else knew? She didn’t have much hope anymore.

When they stopped and the house she frowned, looking at him uncertainly, as if she wanted to make sure this was in fact the place. He seemed to think it was so she slowly got out of the car after he did and looked around better. When the door opened to the home her eyes quickly snapped over and she stared at the woman before looking to Andre then back to the woman. Who was this? Did Andre know her? She just felt…jumpy for some reason about all of this.