Hello again! I'm back with a new story! Once again, this story isn't going to take place in the Division world, but it will contain many flashbacks. I've had this idea for a while, so I finally decided to write it. I'll write a longer chapter 2 and possibly 3 tomorrow! Enjoy!
Alex lay in her bed, her hands rested on her stomach. Her icy blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, avoiding the blinding light coming in from the window. The clock read 10:00 a.m, but she had no energy to get up. It had been 2 weeks since Sean's death, and since then all Alex's motivation had been sucked out of her. As empty as the bed was, she could still feel his presence beside her. The warmth of his fingers tracing her butterfly tattoo on her back.
Nikita had called her multiple times, but Alex refused to talk to her, as well as to the rest of the team. She hadn't given much thought to the idea of going back to work. She knew that they had to find Amanda, and finish the fight, but she couldn't wrap her head around doing it without Sean.
After 30 more minutes of being in bed, Alex finally built enough strength to get up. The girl threw off the sheets and swung her legs over. Without warning, Alex suddenly felt dizzy, and brought her hands up to her head. Woah. She thought. Guess I sat up too fast. She carefully stood up and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Taking a quick look in the mirror, she turned on the tap and cupped her hands under the faucet. She then splashed the cold water onto her face, and looked in the mirror again. She gasped, for standing behind her was Sean. At first, she thought her mind and eyes were playing tricks on her, but he looked so real. He smiled at her, causing her heart to pound rapidly. Alex spun around, but Sean was already gone. Her eyes darted around the bathroom, but then the truth hit her. Sean was dead, and he wasn't coming back. Alex grabbed a towel from the hook and dried off her face.
"Come on Alex. Stop doing this to yourself." She told herself. This had been happening for the last couple of days. She would see him everywhere, but without seconds, he would be gone. No matter how many times Alex told herself he wasn't there, a small part of her kept hoping he would suddenly sneak up behind her and hug her like he used too.
Alex finished up in the bathroom, then headed out to the kitchen. She fixed herself a slice of pizza she had ordered from the night before, and sat down at the table. Half way through eating, her stomach started to cramp. She dropped her pizza and clutched her stomach. Soon after, she felt sick entirely. Every morning this would occur, but being the typical stubborn Alex, she'd ignored it. The idea of being pregnant had repeatedly crossed her mind, but she always cleared the thought out immediately. It stressed her out, and her denial was too deep to consider it being the reason. Minutes passed and her stomach settled. She threw out her remaining pizza and carried her plate over to the sink. Before she could rinse it off, the phone rang, startling Alex. She thought about ignoring it, but walked over to and picked it up.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Alex. You picked up. How you doing?" Nikita's soft tone came through the phone into Alex's ear.
"I'm fine. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's good. No lead on Amanda though. I just wanted to hear your voice."
Alex smiled and replied,
"I've missed hearing yours too. Sorry I've been ignoring your calls, it's just..." her voice trailed off as another cramp pinched her gut.
"Alex, you okay?" The worry in Nikita's voice made Alex respond quickly with an excuse.
"I'm okay. I just remembered that I left the water running upstairs. I gotta go. I'll call you later." She said, hanging up the phone before Nikita could argue. Alex sighed and rubbed her stomach. Even though the pain was gone now, an awful case of butterflies replaced it. Could I be pregnant? She thought. It was only one time." Alex took a breath, shook the thought away and turned her focus back on the dishes.