His Little Scarlett

The Sallow Sisters

The bedroom felt really hot, despite the air conditioning being turned on and set on the lowest.

Shit. Scarlett cursed, trying to sit up and failing horribly.

She felt like crap.

She’d just thrown up her supper, possibly tea as well,and if so, then definitely her breakfast too.

“We might just have to go to hospital if you don’t feel any better by tomorrow, Lettie.” Isabel, her older sister was saying, checking her temperature by placing a hand over her forehead. “Feck,” She exclaimed, “Hot as a kettle.”

Scarlett paused for a millisecond then turned to retchinto the bucket Isabel had brought into her bedroomwhen she’d first heard her complain.

“I cannot miss the installation ceremony, sissy.” shewhimpered, finally pulling herself back up and pointing at the invitation on her drawer, “Of all timesfor this to happen, damnit.”

“I doubt you’d be able to go to the Ceremony looking like this.” Isabel said calmly, rubbing her back. “You’re pale and you haven’t gone ten minutes without vomiting.”

“I really do have to go regardless. Erik is expecting me.” Scarlett replied, her voice soft. “He invited me specially.”

“You’ll ring him later then, won’t you? He must be very busy right now.” Isabel said, bringing the bucket up as Scarlett vomited again. “And apparently, so are you.”

The bedroom door opened and Ayla, their oldest sister peeked in.

“Still vomiting?”

Isabel nodded.

“Um, Can I ask you something, Lett?” Ayla said, walking over to the bed and sitting on the other end of her sister. She held her hands gingerly and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Tell me honestly, have you and Erik—yunno…”

Scarlett immediately blushed, turning her face away and closing her eyes.

“It’s nothing to be shy about, really.” Isabel nudged. “We are your older sisters after all.”

Scarlett opened her eyes. Both her sisters were peering expectantly down at her.

They weren’t going to let this go, she realized.

“Yes.” She sighed finally, breaking eye contact. “We did–we have.”

“You f****d the Lycan.” Isabel groaned, turning to Ayla, “She f****d the Lycan.”

“Pregnancy test it is.” Ayla concluded. “I’ll get it from the shop and be back up in a few minutes.” She made to get up and smoothen her house dress– apale, checkered print that was once bright yellow but was now a dull, well worn shade.

“Well what if I’m not then? What if I’ve caught something instead?” Scarlett suddenly asked, alarmed.

“Well it is better safe than sorry.” Isabel replied, putting the bucket down and passing her the glass of water on her dresser, “In any case, If you arepregnant then luckily for you he’ll have no other choice but to marry you.”

“I did not intend to trap him!” Scarlett cried. “It wassimply a mistake.”

Ayla rolled her eyes. “Swear then. Swear it only happened once, Lettie.”

Scarlett blushed again.

“Scarlett!” Isabel cried, realizing.

“What’s the modesty for anyway hmm?” Ayla raised an eyebrow. “We know you’ve been crushing on him for like, forever. Isn’t this like a dream of yours?”

“That’s really not funny at all, Ayla.” Scarlett rolled her eyes.

“You know what else won’t be funny?” Ayla replied, walking towards the door. “If you’re actually carrying his child.”

“Actually that would be really funny.” Isabel said.

The door shut behind Ayla and Scarlett immediately vomited again, Isabel dutifully raising the bucket to her lips and holding back her hair over her head.

“I feel like shit.” Scarlett moaned, falling back on her pillows.

Isabel patted her baby sister’s head tenderly.

“You look like shit.” She agreed.

“Ow?”

“Just close your eyes, will you?”

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t sleep.” Scarlett cried, her voice barely louder than a strained whisper, “You don’t even understand what this could mean if I actually am carrying his child.”

“Of course I do, Scarlett. But I wasn’t the one who asked you to sleep with a Lycan Alpha!” Isabel retorted, looking mildly cross. “I don’t even want to ask how you guys did it.”

“He’s completely human down there.” Scarlett said, her cheeks tinting instantly.

“Oh I’m sure.” Isabel mocked, getting up. She smoothed her dress as well, a pink shift dress, and began to clear out the room. “You really should try to close your eyes though, Lettie.” She said, “ Nothing’s certain until Ayla comes back and you take the test,”She finished, packing up the glasses and mugs she’d brought earlier.

“Don’t leave me–” Scarlett whimpered.

“I’ll be right back, my lettuce.” Isabel replied, walking towards the door. “How could I leave when you haven’t told me every detail of mating with a lycan?”

“ISABEL!”

The door closed sharply, Isabel’s laugh piercing the hallway.

Ayla came in next less than ten minutes later, pregnancy kits in hand. Scarlett was fast asleep however.

“That was quick.” Isabel announced, walking back into the room with a tray of the just cleaned Items she’d taken out. “I thought she’d never fall asleep.”

“I think sleeping with Eric has affected her in some sort of way.” Ayla said as they both looked at their little sister. Her skin was ghastly pale and her wrists had become bonier. Her health had definitely deteriorated, and they had to take care of her in the coming days.

“You bought SIX?” Isabel yelled, eyes wide, looking at her sisters hands.

“What? We have to be sure we’re not going to be raising the enemy.”

The Sallow sisters had always been together looking out for each other because they had always been by themselves. Well, not exactly, but their father had been a Colonel in the British Army and as such he was hardly ever around to spend time with them. He sent them a lot of gifts when he was away though,which was for most of their childhood until Ayla turned 15. Dresses and coloring books and hair accessories, and he did spend some Christmases with them whenever he could, when he’d take them down to London to watch the fireworks or to the Arcades, but he usually had them over at their Aunt’s–his younger sister Margaret–who had six girls of her own and barely had the time or the money to cater to three more.

Their mother had died while giving birth to Scarlett, hence her name, and Ayla was four years old while Isabel was two, so the only example they’d had of motherhood was their poor Aunt Margaret, whothankfully was kind, sweet and usually aloof.

Their cousins Elizabeth, Reese, Charlotte, Susan, Sally and Rose were much older, and a lot of things had happened under poor Aunt Margaret’s nose, making up most of the three girl’s’ childhood.

Isabel and Ayla had looked out for Charlotte when her boyfriend came over to the house, and Scarlett was on Elizabeth’s hip when she went to the cinema or had to run random errands with her boyfriend.

Rose and Reese were both queer and a lot of their friends who’d come around the house were actually their girlfriends.

Aunt Margaret was a staunch Catholic so all nine girls knew she could never find out, and acted accordingly. Which meant that they would cover for them when it was needed, which was usually a lot of times.

Sally was much closer to Ayla as they both acted alike, and they did their things together. Sally, obviously older, had always told Ayla what happened in her life, at her school and how she felt about many things around her. It made her not to feel as lonely as she would’ve been being the oldest sister, a rank Elizabeth manned whole heartedly.

Susan, quite contrastingly, liked to be alone. Always.

Isabel and Scarlett naturally stuck together because of that, and were relieved whenever their father came to pick them up.

“Having a time at your Aunt’s?” He’d always asked.

“Definitely!” Ayla always replied.

And then he’d drive back to their house where they each had their own rooms and each other.