This is my story for the June GW Monthly Challenge titled "Fatherhood." Reviews are appreciated as always.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sanctuary characters. They are the product of their respective creators.
"A New Beginning"
The first rays of sunlight had penetrated through the window casting a golden glow throughout the room. The only light that had constantly been there after her death. The lights had been turned off and the door had been locked. The rays of sunlight battled the dark void of the bedroom and bathed it in scattered hues of orange and gold . A sound could be heard outside of the bedroom door. The distinct sound of high-heeled footsteps came closer and closer and then stopped. A new sound was heard. The click of the door being unlocked and then gently opened . Helen Magnus appeared in the darkened doorway and slowly turned the light switch on. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright light and slowly closed the door behind her. She sat down on the bed that had been her daughter, Ashley's and smoothed the soft material of the comforter. She gazed out the window at the scene her daughter would have seen every day when she had awoke in the morning. The golden light danced across her face as she sat quietly on the bed and did not move. Near the bedside was a photograph of her and her daughter. Ashley was about ten years old dressed in a cute blue sundress and her golden blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was cuddled contently in her mother's arms as her mom beamed happily at her. Helen picked up the silver framed photograph with her slim fingers shaking slightly. She breathed out forcefully as she hugged the photo closer to her heart and swayed gently back and forth. A tear escaped and fell onto the soft comforter of the bed. Helen sobbed uncontrollably as her grip on the photo frame increased. Her right hand left the photo frame and gently came to rest upon her stomach. She slowly caressed it in a loving and protective manner as she wiped the tears away with the black sleeve of her jacket. She laid the photo back down on the nightstand and continued to rub her stomach.
Helen was pregnant. She knew Nikola Tesla was the father. Her mind wandered back to the night where she had tried to comfort him in his despair. A couple glasses of wine and unresolved tension had culminated into making love. That night had been bittersweet. Happiness had been felt with a tinge of sadness. She could not deny that happiness. A feeling she had not had in a very long time. To feel wanted and appreciated and just to be held in his protective arms. Nikola had left early the morning after. She had been left only with the warmth on the bed sheets and the memory of the night before. She was alone and now felt even more alone than before. She rested her hands on her stomach and stood up from the bed slowly. She was feeling so many things right now. She did not feel in control. A feeling she was not used to. Would she have the strength to take care of another child after painfully losing another? Could she make up for the mistakes she had made with Ashley? Could she bring herself to tell Nikola about the child that was now growing inside of her? Would he come back to her? Had he left to never be seen again? Could she raise this child on her own? Was she strong enough to? There were too many questions to answer and her head was throbbing. Tears ran down her face as she turned the lights off and gazed back at the darkened room for a minute longer before the door closed behind her. The room succumbing to the darkness once again...
Hello. I will be adding a couple more chapters to this one...be on the lookout. Thanks for reading and reviewing...