The Secret Child
1093 Words
ERIN'S POV
"Mummy," my four-year-old daughter ran to me, and I lifted her into a tight embrace.
"My sunshine," I replied, kissing her on her cheek.
"You two are so adorable," Lilya, my close friend and neighbor, remarked, and I smiled at her.
"Thank you for picking her up from school. I don't know what I would have done without you."
Since I moved here a few years ago, Lilya has been of great help to me, especially when I had nothing or no one to fall back to. I started staying in human territory when I left the wood lock pack. I also suppressed my wolf to blend in and also to stop Alex from looking for me. He once almost found me, so I knew he was using my wolf to find me. I had to suppress my wolf.
"Sweet pea, go pull off your clothes, and wash your hands," I instructed my daughter Ivy and she nodded her head and ran into her room.
"She is such a sweet kid," Lilya complimented, and I smiled at her as we moved to the living room, crashing on the couch.
"Erin, how have you been? You have been acting strangely lately. I meant to ask you yesterday but didn't have the chance to do so because of the cooking competition,"
"Ivy has been sick lately and I can't seem to figure out what is wrong with her and the doctors don't know what is wrong with her. They say it is leukemia but I am not sure," I replied. It was a sad reality for me. I clenched my fists together and Lilya moved closer to me and pulled me into a bare hug and, somehow, my mind flickered back to the thought of Alex and Aria. I wasn't sure why I had been having dreams about Aria lately.
"Thank you, Lilya, I really just wish I could figure out what is wrong with her because she is too young to be going through such pain,"
"Have you tried going to that doctor specializing in cases that have to do with mystical beings?"
I hesitate before answering, my mind trails back to the night I left the pack, and my mind trails back to Caleb. I shrugged the thought away almost immediately.
"I don't think it has to do with that?" I replied, picking up the cold cup of coffee from the table, taking a sip, and spitting it back almost immediately, "This tastes horrible,"
"I know I am no expert at things that has to do with mystical beings, but I don't think you should treat Ivy like every normal child, especially knowing her roots,"
I let out a sigh, "You know I am not sure, Lilya," I responded in a frustrated tone.
"I know, because of Caleb, regardless, I just feel you should treat her special, and take her to a doctor that would understand her,"
As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew she was right. I hate that Ivy has to pay for my mistakes.
"Are you still having those dreams?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yes I do, I don't know why I keep seeing her, in that…in that way," I paused to look around to make sure no one was listening, even though I knew it was just us in the house, " Yesterday I dreamt of her coming to me, kissing me and we made love to each other, it was hot, I woke up and I was dripping wet,"
"Gosh," she said with a smile, "Just listening to you talk about it is already getting me wet," she teased, and I punched her slightly in the arms.
"It's not funny, I don't know why I don't dream about Alex in that way, but whenever the thought of Aria comes to my mind, I get all wet and it is crazy, what is wrong with me, Lilya," I muttered, slapping a palm on my face. "I don't even know her, I just met her once and I even hated her then,"
"I am not sure, but don't beat yourself too much about it, we all….." her voice trailed off and I followed her eyes and I saw Ivy standing on the doorstep looking all pale.
"Mummy I don't feel good," she whispered right before she dropped to the floor and I rushed to her, screaming her name.
Lilya quickly rushed to her car and we drove to the doctor she mentioned earlier, Dr. Wilmer, the pediatrician who specializes in children of wolves.
I was pacing around praying to the moon goddess not to take away my child. She was all I got.
"Calm down Erin, she is going to be just fine," Lilya tried to reassure me, but there was no way I could calm down. I saw the doctor approaching us from a distance and I ran to meet him.
"How is she, doctor? Is she fine,"
"She is in recovery," he muttered, and I let out a heavy breath I had been holding within me.
"Thank the moon goddess," I said and Lilya hugged me.
"However, she will need a blood transfusion, " he added, and I glared at him in confusion, " I checked your blood sample and you won't be able to give her your blood. It would harm her, it would have to be the blood of her father,"
The word 'Her father' echoed continually in my ears.
"Okay,"
"Where is he?" he asked.
"We are, we are, we are," I tried to say, but I couldn't compose myself enough to speak.
"They are separated," Lilya came to my rescue.
"Well, you need to get him to come to donate blood to her, or else her life is hanging by the thread. " She is stable now, but I can't guarantee she won't have a relapse if she doesn't get the blood. You should go and see her."
A thousand and one different thoughts were rushing through my mind and I couldn't get a single word out. I reached the room where she was being kept, I reached down to her and placed a gentle kiss on her head.
"Mummy, am I going to die?" Ivy whispered and tears streamed down my cheeks.
Not on my watch would I let my little girl die.
"No cupcake, I won't let it happen," it struck me instantly as to what I must do.
"Hang in there cupcake, We are going home to meet your father," I whispered to her.
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