The Werewitch's Dilemma

“Congratulations!” the doctor said as she smiled down at the girl, who was no more than eighteen, “you have a healthy son.” The girl, Arabelle, gave a tired smile and lied down with a sigh. She just gave birth to her son, after fifteen hours of labour. She wanted nothing more than to hold her child against her chest and rain him with kisses. She wanted to know how much he resembled her. Did he inherit her dark black curls and forest green eyes? Did he have the cleft in his chin just like her? Did he have the dimple that appeared at the left corner of her mouth when she smiled? Did he have that perfect button nose that her sister was so envious of? She wanted to know all those things and more. But she was tired. The doctor patted her arm and said, “You must rest now. You can meet him once you wake up.” “But,” Arabelle frowned, “what about feeding him?” The doctor chuckled and said, “You shall feed him, dear. You don’t have to be awake to do so.” Arabelle nodded. Of course, the doctor would know. Silly her. She lasted a couple of minutes before slipping into unconsciousness. When she woke up again it was two hours later and her son was sleeping. She only got a glimpse of him, before the nurse ushered her into the bathroom to clean up. The nurse said that her son fed from her, with the nurse’s help and has been sleeping like a baby ever since. Arabelle smiled as she listened to the nurse and slipped onto the bed. With one last instruction to ring the bell the moment her son woke up, the nurse left her room. And Arabelle silently promised that she would, with a nod of her head. Because she had no one. She had a family once. Eight months ago, to be precise. And she lost because of her stupidity. She had a mother, who was strict and loving. She had a father, who loved her unconditionally. She had a little sister, who looked upon her. She was a part of the coven, Black Night, which was the biggest coven in the Northern Hemisphere. She was the most promising witch of the current generation. The Head of the Coven was convinced that she would lead the coven after her. She had the same idea. Until her special training took a toll on her and she was desperate to have an escape for just one night. And the fateful night came. There was a coven meeting and all the elders were busy. She had a window and she used it. She went to the local bar. Got drunk. She sang, she danced and she was completely intoxicated. She woke up next morning in an unfamiliar bed, completely naked and no one around. And to add salt to the wound, she had no recollection of the events that led to her situation. She quickly got dressed and left the place. Since no one seemed to know where she was the night before, she pretended as if nothing happened and prayed to the Goddess that she never face the consequences. But she faced them. One month later, she found out she was pregnant. And her coven banished her. Her parents disowned her. She stood alone. No one to help her. Arabelle smiled as she looked at the crib in which her child slept. She was not alone anymore.