A/n: I do not own, that god for that.
Claudia's POV
I felt that pain that meant that something was not right. It was a feeling that I have felt 3 times before. It is not something I would wish on anyone. It was the feeling of losing a life. I curl up in a ball; I did not care if I bleed all over the sheets or if I throw up. I could not help but to cry into the pillow the man that I love owns. I wish that he was here, lying next to me as this happened.
I was losing another one, a child that would never be mine; a tiny body that I would never hold and it hurts to know that. After 4 months I thought that it could not happen again. I cry so hard that it shakes the bed…until it freezes. No matter how much I moved or cried it stays still.
I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked up. Standing there was a man that was bone thin and his skin glowed with that same paleness. He gave me a smile that was cold but warm, like standing a distance from a fire.
"Child, I have come to help you." He said in slight breeze. It was smooth but it had the power to be strong and deadly like a tornado.
"How…" I could not continue. This man came here on the worst day of my life…
"I can give you want child and that is so that you can have a child. You are cursed to never have one but I can give you one."
"What do you want?" I am a wife to a cop, you can't promise something like that without wanting something (even though it is completely impossible).
"I can place a body inside but without a soul it is impossible for it to live. I ask that I become that soul. I will have no memories of who I am and what has been done. I just ask for you to love the child that you birth even though it is not the child that you once created."
I blink. He would do that for me but why? It does not seem like a worthy plan for him.
"What is in it for you?"
"I get to live."
I finally look up into his eyes and see that, even though they are as dark as the night, one could see his pure soul in them, making them bright with a luster that makes honey jealous. They have seen so much but there was an innocence in them that made me wants to get up and hug him.
"I agree."
5 and a half months later
I look down in brown honey eyes of my new child. He looks back at me and smiles. He had John's smile and my eyes. He might not have been my original child but he is my son.
He will always be my child, Girvan Vortigern Stilinski.
A/n: I wanted to try this thought out. It might take some time in the chapter updates but I will get them out if enough people like this story.
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