A Mate for Thorn

Chapter Five: Fresh Start

*TRIGGER WARNING*

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ABORTION. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

I stood in my new kitchen watching as the new staff set it up the way I wanted. I felt bad because I wanted to be doing this but Thorn insisted that I let them do it. It was annoying. He was treating me like a porcelain doll instead of a fully grown adult capable of making my own decisions. I get he was upset that I was kidnapped but it only happened because I was drugged. Anyway, this was a new start for us so I would embrace it even though I was ready to strangle him. Suddenly I was hit by a wave of nausea and bolted for the bathroom. I then proceeded to vomit an enormous amount of blood. I froze. The last time this happened was when I was fifteen. Oh gods. By all that was dark and bloody in this world. Thorn and I were never intimate. I burst into tears and sobbed so loud Thorn came running. He saw the blood in the toilet and started to ask your typical panicked questions. I just kept shaking my head and told him what I was thinking. And a few hours later I was sitting in a doctors office with a dead blank look on my face. This was all happening so fast and I was just numb to it all. Here I was again in a doctors office thanks to the assbutt. I shook my head. I watched way to much Supernatural. "Mrs. Greene?" I gave Thorn a panicked look and he smiled. He rubbed my back the way I liked to comfort me. As we walked down the dull sterile hallway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and grief. If I was pregnant.... I would not carry that monsters child. It wasn't fair to either of us. Assuming the child made it to term anyway. Female immortals who had been assaulted and fell pregnant always lost the baby. There were just too many risks and I knew I would hate this baby. I didn't want to do that to them. "Relax. It could be something else." I tried but was failing. The wait for the test results were agonizing. "Little Cyrunia?" I looked up to see the same doctor who had helped me back then. I rushed to her and hugged her as gently as I could. She had a sad look on her face that made my blood run cold. "I'm happy to be seeing you again, though I wish it were on better terms." We all sat down in the small office she had. It was nice and cozy. She sat down at her desk and read my file. "I'll be frank. You are indeed pregnant. But..." I held back my emotions as she tried to find her words. She then smiled. "it's not his. Zero percent chance." I burst into tears for the hundredth time and hugged my non existent belly. I was so relieved it wasn't his and that I wouldn't have to do the unthinkable. Already my instincts were to love and protect. Not hate and destroy. "But.. Who's the father then?" Thorn asked as I sobbed uncontrollably and whispered sweet nothings to my belly. At this point I looked insane. I should probably state that I'm am an absolute ugly crier. Like, mascara running, snot dripping, drool coming out of my mouth, ugly cry. I did not look pretty right now. I looked like a stripper who's car had been towed. "You are. It seems that poor excuse of a vampire had managed to obtain a sample of your semen and inseminated Cyrunia via a turkey baster or syringe of some sort. My guess is he planned on telling her it was his and drive her to being feral. Im not exactly sure. But you are the father Thorn." By this time I was finally out of my mental break down and had fixed my make up to look normal. My normal attitude was back and I had all the same questions. "How do you know?" We asked in tandem. "Immortal DNA is very complex and its structure varies depending on race. If this child was indeed f**k face's, the child would be dumping Vampiric hormones into her system. But it's not. Its producing Elf hormones. In two weeks you'll smell for yourself. Also you will be driven to mate with her and become hyper aware of her and her needs." Oh gods. He was about to become more insufferable. But the thought didn't horrify me like it used too. I left feeling more relieved then when we had moved here. "That explains why the pups are more protective than usual." Thorn placed his hand on my belly and smiled. "Not the way I had imagined it happening but here we are. Having a baby just shy of a year into... whatever this is." He made a gesture at the two of us and I laughed a bit. "We're dating until I decide if I want to mate with you or not." Thorn raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Come on princess. Daddy's got a surprise." "That is so cheesy." The next few weeks went by without much happening. My pregnancy was progressing normally and I had to explain to Thorn that we had an entire year to get things ready. He had insisted on setting up the nursery despite us not knowing what we were having. "I'm not even showing you workaholic." I said with a mouth full of food. "I'm not a workaholic. I just like to be prepared." "Yea... Ok." Doc wasn't lying when she said he'd go into full blown daddy mode. It was cute and annoying at the same time. Soon after I was sitting on the couch when he came into the living room crying. At first I was sympathetic and tried to comfort him. Turns out he stepped on a lady bug. I thought I was the pregnant one? I had tried so hard not to laugh. I called his mom to ask why he was acting like such a v****a. Apparently male Elves experience the emotional outbursts and not so nice sides of pregnancy to allow their mates to be happy and stress free. Normally they would go into hiding until the birth. Some had a doppelgänger shifter to pretend to be them if they were royal. She and I both laughed as my father in law was in the same boat right now, but she was due any day now. "I'm happy my son has you you know. I may not have been happy about it at first but I do love my children and their happiness means the world to me. Even if it means my daughter shakes her.... bottom for money." That was the nicest way to call someone a stripper I'd ever heard. Thorns crying suddenly rang out through the house. "Can I drop him off at your house?" His mom laughed. "Absolutely......NOT." I smiled and we said our good byes. I walked into the kitchen to find my husband in the middle of the floor next to a puddle of milk. "Your literally crying over spilt milk." He looked up and then went back to crying. "This...this is so stupid!!!!" He wailed. "Why are the males like this." I looked at my wedding ring and smiled. "Because if I had to be the one with emotions we would never have kids." Since finding out about the baby and deciding wether or not to tell his family, we decided to just make things official and get married. No ceremony, no gaudy dress. Just us and our dogs. I shook my head but I was really grateful. He never complained and handled everything with as much grace as he could. I was able to have a wonderful pregnancy and bond with the baby because he was the one losing his s**t. It made me love him. Almost. I wasn't quite there yet. At least that's what I told him. I was still anxious about all this given my past, but he's proven that he truly is my mate. Hell this baby was proof. At the last scan we found out that I'm having a girl and that I was further along than anyone thought. I was twenty weeks today. That meant I was impregnated a month before I was found. Crazy how someone who I hated so much gave me something I loved and was my mates. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with all of this. Why would he do this? What would he have gained? And what were his plans for my daughter? I shook my head. It was no use dwelling on the past anymore. I would move on from this. We both would.

Hey guys. I'm sorry for the hiatus. I've not been doing well in terms of mental health. I hope you all are doing good and staying safe out there. Thank you for sticking with me and supporting me.