Brutus POV
There she was, naked, her hair dangling down her body, sitting on the bathroom floor with her own blood covered all over her. She was crying and wailing, that ripped my heart out.
"I said GO HOME!" there was frustration in her voice. She was frustrated at herself for some reason and she threw a glass ornament at me to shoo me away. She began to sob; she wouldn't even look at me. I slowly began to walk up to her and picked up the towel rack that fell to make room to walk. She sniffed and tears soaked her face.
"Baria," I said softly. She looked at a dead, bloody figure lying next to her, it was a baby. 'She lost her baby.' That explains everything. Why she began to gain weight, why her appetite grew, why she never drank alcohol, why she was crying when I kissed her stomach.
"Why is there so much blood?" she asked. I didn't answer because I was worried that I would upset her even more. "Now what?"
"You need help," I said. She stared at me in the eyes and that was her way of agreeing. I picked her up and took her to another bathroom that wasn't trashed and bloody. I ran the hot water and set her down and washed her. I wrapped a towel around her and carried her to the master bedroom. "Do you have any more clothes?" All of the clothes that were in her closet seemed too uncomfortable to sleep in. She shook her head no and I laid her down on the sofa. "Be back in a second, okay?" I looked inside my duffel bag and found a sleeved button up shirt long enough to cover her thighs. I walked over to Enobaria and handed her a clean pair of panties and my shirt. She walked into the bathroom to change while I turned down her bed. She came back with the shirt I gave her and I motioned for her to sit on the vanity. She sat down and I dried her hair with a towel. Then I brushed through it to get any tangles out. I never noticed how beautiful her hair is. Then I tucked her in bed and she fell asleep. "Sleep, Baria," I told her. I kissed her cheek and she fell into a deep slumber.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned up the whole mess. That was the easy part, the hard part was figuring out what to do with the dead baby. I cleaned it, wrapped it up in a small white blanket, and put it in a shoebox. I'll ask her what to do with it later. I took a quick shower and changed into some clothes. I should leave; she'll probably want some space. I walked out the bathroom and gave Enobaria another kiss on the cheek.
"Mmm… Brutus?" she asked.
"I'm right here, Baria," I comforted her.
"Can you stay with me, please?" she looked so vulnerable and sad. "I need you." I was about to say no, but then I looked at her face and saw how broken she was. I have to help her, after all those times I left her alone; I owe this to her. I nodded yes and turned off all the lights in the house. I walked up to the other side of the bed, lifted the sheets, and got in. I kept my distance just to be safe, but she cuddled next to me. I turned to my side to face her and wrapped my arms around her fragile waist and stomach.
She instantly fell asleep once she was in my arms, but I stayed awake. I watched her sleep for a half-hour. She was so beautiful when she sleeps; she looked younger, softer, and sweet. That brutal killer persona that she puts on vanished and she looked like she was at peace with the world, with herself.