So, I decided that I want to make this a multi-chapter. I'll try to update this every day, but school is so crazy right now, so I don't know how well that will work out. Sorry that this chapter is really short, but I'm on my Kindle. The other ones will be longer.
Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers.
I'm not very accustomed to feeling unhappy anymore. With Chloe, as sappy as it sounds, I'm very. . .content. And one of the best perks of it? Sleeping with her in my arms at night, and waking up with her in the morning.
So when I don't wake up with my wife in my arms, I'm really not to happy. And I don't enjoy the feeling that is rapidly rising in my stomach that would really appreciate having Chloe back.
Rolling out of bed, I throw on some dark grey sweats and a brown T-shirt before venturing out of our room.
"Chloe!"
No response. I sigh dejectedly before wandering off to the kitchen, hoping to find the love of my life and give her a piece of my mind.
But no chewing out would be happening in this moment, because a certain blond was no where to be found.
No note. No call. Nothing.
That's when I started to panic, and I raced to the phone to call her.
"Hi, this is Chloe!" Her bubbly voice came on. "I can't make it to the phone right now- or she doesn't want to talk to you!" Simon's voice cut in. "And I'll call you later when I can. Or she won't because she doesn't like you! Thanks, bye."
I frowned. Why isn't Chloe answering me?
The front door swung open and I turned to see Chloe walking in with her purse and keys.
"Where have you been?" I demanded, glaring at her for being so foolish. Doesn't she know she's supposed to tell me when she leaves?
"I was at the pharmacy, Derek. You don't need to freak out. I was perfectly fine."
"How did I know that? I didn't know you were fine. I wake up, alone, and you're no where to be found. No note, no call, and you didn't answer your phone. How was I supposed to know that you were okay?"
"Derek. I'm not doing this right now, okay? I love you. A lot. But I need you to be able to trust me."
"I do trust you. I'm just not comfortable with you going places alone, especially when I have no idea where you're going."
Chloe placed her purse on the in-table and her keys on the hook before wrapping her arms around my waist.
"You don't have to worry about me, Derek. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."
"Not always. There's some things that happen that are out of our control, and bad things happen. Some things that are to difficult to cope with."
"Yeah? Like what?"
I know what she's trying to do. Trying to get me to admit something to her. I rarely ever say 'I love you' , but when I do, it's like she treasures it. For some odd reason that I can't seem to comprehend, she loves it when I get all sappy and sentimental.
"Losing you," I said softly. She looks at me in surprise, and I knew she figured that I would just drop the discussion, considering I'm not the most "touchy-feely" type. "I wouldn't be able to handle it, Chloe. You're my true other half. I love you. So much." I nuzzle my head into her neck and she sighs happily.
I grin in achievement. It's not like what I'm saying isn't true, because it most definitely is, but it did get her distracted. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and dragged her to me, pressing her fully against my body. Looking over her shoulder, I noticed the white paper bag that sat next to her purse.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you go to the Pharmacy?"
"Oh, yeah, uhh. ."
She pulled back and I frowned, keeping my hold on her.
"Remember the um, baby talk?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to think back to what she was talking about. Baby talk? Then I remember when she made me sleep on the couch - not the best thing to do when you have separation anxiety - and I promised her that we would try for a baby. And we tried, alright. I wouldn't be surprised if she had triplets.
Oh. Pharmacy, baby. . .
I grinned. "You think you're. . .?"
She nodded and looked at me intensely.
"Go!" I pushed her towards the door and stopped at the table where it sat. I picked up the bag and shoved it into her arms.
"Where am I going?" She asked, confusion evident in her voice and on her face.
I steered her towards the bathroom. "To check!"
"Wait," she paused, putting her hands on my chest. My heart started pounding from her touch and I really, really wanted to kiss her. "You're not. . mad? Upset? Angry?"
"What? Of course not. We were trying for a baby. Why would I be upset that you're pregnant?"
"Well we don't know if I'm pregnant yet."
"Exactly. Now get in there and go check."
She took the bag and went into the bathroom, flicking on the light and closing the door. I sat down at the island on a stool and thought everything through.
Chloe is possibly pregnant. We might have a baby. We'll get to name it, feed it, dress it, put it to sleep, play with it, raise it.
And Chloe could possibly. . .die. I cringed at the thought, and this didn't seem so exciting anymore.
And it won't even be human.
A werewolf that can see and raise the dead. What kind of life is that? Their powers will be all whack, and it could kill Chloe. Then I would want to kill it, because anything that even attempts to hurt my mate is dead to me.
Chloe walked out and I forgot about everything and I focused on her. Her blond hair was tousled in a sexy way, her porcelain cheeks a soft, crisp red and her pink lips were ruby red from pressing them together. Something I could never, ever lose, and something that may be in a losing situation.
"Chloe, I don't know about this."
Her face fell. "What? You were just excited."
I stood up and threaded my fingers through her hair, gazing into her baby blue eyes.
"I'm just scared. What if something happens to you? Then what would I do?"
"Carry on with life? Take care of our baby?"
I shook my head. "I wouldn't be able to do it without you. I wasn't joking when I said I couldn't cope if I lost you. I really, really, can't."
"Hey," she cupped my cheeks in her hands and looked me firmly in the eyes. "You're not going to lose me, Derek. This is a good thing. A happy thing. We might be parents!"
"I know, I know. I'm just being paranoid."
I sat down on a stool and dragged her onto my lap so she was straddling me.
"What do you want?" She asked brightly. "Boy or Girl?"
"Girl. Definitely girl. And she looks just like you."
She shook her head. "Girl. Yeah. But I don't want her to look like me. She has to look like you."
"She has to have your eyes."
"Okay. But she has to have your hair."
"Your size."
"Your smartness."
The timer dinged and she looked at me nervously.
"Want to come check with me?" She asked weakly.
I shook my head. "I want to hear it from you."
She climbed off of my lap and quickly paced to the bathroom. She gasped and I felt my heart lurch.
"Derek," she yelled, somewhat shakily. She stepped out of the bathroom with a grin on her face, and threw her arm towards me, the one with the Pregnancy Test in it.
"We're having a baby!"
