The first night was the hardest.
Never in her life had she sobbed so much. Her frame hugged to his pillow for dear life, letting the scent sooth her the best that it could. It did not hide the fact that he was gone. She didn?t know how loud her screams of pain had gotten as bit by bit her heart fell and broke. There had been happiness once with Vilrath, a happiness that would never come again. The lingering pain would never be healed, but all she had to do now was breathe and move on. For the sake of their unborn child.
That didn?t stop the pain from coming in the dark of the night. Sobs still shattered against her, her breath shook as she hyperventilated against that pillow,? Vilrath?? He would never know just how much he meant to her. He would never come back. She knew that was what fate had determined.
She placed her palm to the small mound upon her stomach. The child within stirred to life and the illness came again. In the dark of the night she was shifting in the small bed that they had shared to aim her head towards her target. The bucket would take her relief while she shook and quaked. Sobs met groans in comparison.
The child within her womb was giving more trouble with each passing day. Another wretch met the bucket as she sobbed out. She would have to get used to doing what she did best alone. Her cousin?s recommendation was becoming more and more a possibility. Perhaps Sarah was right. Perhaps she should leave for a while, sort out her mind. This was no longer home for her.
When her stomach finally settled she lifted her head. A light pang fell against her chest at the sight of a painting. The glasses, the eyes, the ebony skin, all of what he looked like was there, but she had never found what she so desperately missed in that moment. There, she suddenly saw it.
Brenna rose up, her paints all brought up and the canvas with his form was tossed to the fire she had lit. She would find herself letting each and every stroke take her away from reality. She became so distracted in her work that she did not even seem to notice that night one turned into week one, then into month one. It was almost as if she was lost in her own hole.
Nexus dwindled through her mind. Tormented her with the words that he had said. What seemed like a month to her and her body was merely days in passing. If he wished her to leave, she left, if he wished her death, she?d gladly die. However, she wouldn?t do it until her child was born. Vilrath had abandoned her.
The nights were long, filled with tears and sobs. How could she move on from this? Her sister Bridget, her sister Rebecca, both of them had been by to check on her and the child. They had commented on the painting she had become obsessed with. Told her that it held a beauty they had never seen before.
Vilrath, she desperately loved that Drow and she always would. Even when her sisters begged her to think of becoming a young again, she refused. She would always hold to her mate?s name. Yet, it was not possible to move on; she understood that he wanted happiness elsewhere. She would let him have it. She just hoped he would wake up in time for his child?s birth.
The latest check up on Brenna brought news to the woman. In a pause of her painting a voice rang out to her,? It?s a girl.? Brenna was going to have a girl. Vilrath and Brenna had made a life, they had made a baby girl.
Brenna felt as if her world was upside down. Could she even stomach telling Vilrath? Would he even care? It was his right to know wasn?t it? She didn?t know what to do. Her hands trailed over her swollen abdomen, now seven months along. A soft sob broke from her lips as she whispered,? I don?t know what to do? I need him so much.? She let her gaze flicker to the painting before she sobbed out,? Vilrath? I need you. I?m so scared.?
The painting, it was far from done. Brenna?s story had just taken another twisted turn. One chapter was over and another about to begin. Brenna could never be more horrified then she was with these coming months. What she had expected to be something to share with Vilrath she now had to do alone.
She would make it. She could do it. She had no other choice.
Never in her life had she sobbed so much. Her frame hugged to his pillow for dear life, letting the scent sooth her the best that it could. It did not hide the fact that he was gone. She didn?t know how loud her screams of pain had gotten as bit by bit her heart fell and broke. There had been happiness once with Vilrath, a happiness that would never come again. The lingering pain would never be healed, but all she had to do now was breathe and move on. For the sake of their unborn child.
That didn?t stop the pain from coming in the dark of the night. Sobs still shattered against her, her breath shook as she hyperventilated against that pillow,? Vilrath?? He would never know just how much he meant to her. He would never come back. She knew that was what fate had determined.
She placed her palm to the small mound upon her stomach. The child within stirred to life and the illness came again. In the dark of the night she was shifting in the small bed that they had shared to aim her head towards her target. The bucket would take her relief while she shook and quaked. Sobs met groans in comparison.
The child within her womb was giving more trouble with each passing day. Another wretch met the bucket as she sobbed out. She would have to get used to doing what she did best alone. Her cousin?s recommendation was becoming more and more a possibility. Perhaps Sarah was right. Perhaps she should leave for a while, sort out her mind. This was no longer home for her.
When her stomach finally settled she lifted her head. A light pang fell against her chest at the sight of a painting. The glasses, the eyes, the ebony skin, all of what he looked like was there, but she had never found what she so desperately missed in that moment. There, she suddenly saw it.
Brenna rose up, her paints all brought up and the canvas with his form was tossed to the fire she had lit. She would find herself letting each and every stroke take her away from reality. She became so distracted in her work that she did not even seem to notice that night one turned into week one, then into month one. It was almost as if she was lost in her own hole.
Nexus dwindled through her mind. Tormented her with the words that he had said. What seemed like a month to her and her body was merely days in passing. If he wished her to leave, she left, if he wished her death, she?d gladly die. However, she wouldn?t do it until her child was born. Vilrath had abandoned her.
The nights were long, filled with tears and sobs. How could she move on from this? Her sister Bridget, her sister Rebecca, both of them had been by to check on her and the child. They had commented on the painting she had become obsessed with. Told her that it held a beauty they had never seen before.
Vilrath, she desperately loved that Drow and she always would. Even when her sisters begged her to think of becoming a young again, she refused. She would always hold to her mate?s name. Yet, it was not possible to move on; she understood that he wanted happiness elsewhere. She would let him have it. She just hoped he would wake up in time for his child?s birth.
The latest check up on Brenna brought news to the woman. In a pause of her painting a voice rang out to her,? It?s a girl.? Brenna was going to have a girl. Vilrath and Brenna had made a life, they had made a baby girl.
Brenna felt as if her world was upside down. Could she even stomach telling Vilrath? Would he even care? It was his right to know wasn?t it? She didn?t know what to do. Her hands trailed over her swollen abdomen, now seven months along. A soft sob broke from her lips as she whispered,? I don?t know what to do? I need him so much.? She let her gaze flicker to the painting before she sobbed out,? Vilrath? I need you. I?m so scared.?
The painting, it was far from done. Brenna?s story had just taken another twisted turn. One chapter was over and another about to begin. Brenna could never be more horrified then she was with these coming months. What she had expected to be something to share with Vilrath she now had to do alone.
She would make it. She could do it. She had no other choice.