Part 14
Cayla had known she wouldn't be able to keep the secret of her pregnancy to herself forever. Ocean knew, but Ocean wasn't the type to go blabbing around to everyone. Yet somehow. Everyone at the Daybreak mansion seemed to know now.
Cayla hadn't noticed any differences in her appearance yet. Before long she knew it would become obvious. She hadn't even told Ardon yet. She'd been content to continue seeing him secretly, it just made the affair more intense.
Her affair with Ardon was just for her. No one, not even Ocean knew about that. She knew Ocean would kill her if she found out.
Alone in her room, Cayla's hands pressed against her flat stomach longing to feel some signs of life from the child growing inside her. She didn't even know what the child was going to be - lamia or werewolf, or some combination of both.
Maggie and Thea were knocking on her slightly open door. Cayla looked at them from the window seat she was sat on.
"Are you really pregnant?" Maggie asked.
"We've heard rumours that Miranda started, but you know what Miranda's like for spreading gossip," Thea said with a smile.
Cayla's eyes rolled. She knew of Miranda Lewis, a witch who couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. She must have overheard her talking to Ocean. Cayla nodded. "Yeah. I'm pregnant." She smiled. "And Ardon is the father."
"See?" Maggie said with a grin. "I told you he'd come to his senses." She and Thea came into the room, sitting beside Cayla.
Cayla couldn't help but grin back. Several weeks ago, she would never have believed this would be possible. She had been absolutely devastated that Ardon had rejected her simply because she was a werewolf. He had had no interest in their soulmate connection, only in that snotty little vampire bitch Astara,
He hadn't dumped Astara yet, but Cayla enjoyed the thoughts of the look on her face when she found out. Atara deserved to know what a broken heart felt like.
"I know, I know, you told me so."
"Does he know yet?" Thea asked. "I haven't seen him around here."
"Are you kidding me?" Cayla snorted., "Ocean would go bezerk if she saw him here. No," she confessed, " he doesn't know yet, but I'm going to tell him later on tonight."
She found herself smiling, imagining what would happen. By nine months time she would have graduated. Then she and Ardon could get married just before the baby came. They could have their own place, maybe a condo in Florida where they could raise the baby. She could do a part time degree course, Ardon could work...and their baby would grow up loved and cherished and never looked down on and discriminated. Maybe someday their baby could even grow up to be President.
Cayla sighed dreamily. How proud she would be with her son or daughter in charge of the White House. That would be even better - their daughter would be the first female President.
"What are you so happy about?" Thea asked.
Cayla was brought of her daybreak by the arrival of Ocean, who was practically skipping into the room, a huge silly smile on her face. "Ardon Redfern is dead," Ocean announced gleefully.
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Cayla had known she wouldn't be able to keep the secret of her pregnancy to herself forever. Ocean knew, but Ocean wasn't the type to go blabbing around to everyone. Yet somehow. Everyone at the Daybreak mansion seemed to know now.
Cayla hadn't noticed any differences in her appearance yet. Before long she knew it would become obvious. She hadn't even told Ardon yet. She'd been content to continue seeing him secretly, it just made the affair more intense.
Her affair with Ardon was just for her. No one, not even Ocean knew about that. She knew Ocean would kill her if she found out.
Alone in her room, Cayla's hands pressed against her flat stomach longing to feel some signs of life from the child growing inside her. She didn't even know what the child was going to be - lamia or werewolf, or some combination of both.
Maggie and Thea were knocking on her slightly open door. Cayla looked at them from the window seat she was sat on.
"Are you really pregnant?" Maggie asked.
"We've heard rumours that Miranda started, but you know what Miranda's like for spreading gossip," Thea said with a smile.
Cayla's eyes rolled. She knew of Miranda Lewis, a witch who couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. She must have overheard her talking to Ocean. Cayla nodded. "Yeah. I'm pregnant." She smiled. "And Ardon is the father."
"See?" Maggie said with a grin. "I told you he'd come to his senses." She and Thea came into the room, sitting beside Cayla.
Cayla couldn't help but grin back. Several weeks ago, she would never have believed this would be possible. She had been absolutely devastated that Ardon had rejected her simply because she was a werewolf. He had had no interest in their soulmate connection, only in that snotty little vampire bitch Astara,
He hadn't dumped Astara yet, but Cayla enjoyed the thoughts of the look on her face when she found out. Atara deserved to know what a broken heart felt like.
"I know, I know, you told me so."
"Does he know yet?" Thea asked. "I haven't seen him around here."
"Are you kidding me?" Cayla snorted., "Ocean would go bezerk if she saw him here. No," she confessed, " he doesn't know yet, but I'm going to tell him later on tonight."
She found herself smiling, imagining what would happen. By nine months time she would have graduated. Then she and Ardon could get married just before the baby came. They could have their own place, maybe a condo in Florida where they could raise the baby. She could do a part time degree course, Ardon could work...and their baby would grow up loved and cherished and never looked down on and discriminated. Maybe someday their baby could even grow up to be President.
Cayla sighed dreamily. How proud she would be with her son or daughter in charge of the White House. That would be even better - their daughter would be the first female President.
"What are you so happy about?" Thea asked.
Cayla was brought of her daybreak by the arrival of Ocean, who was practically skipping into the room, a huge silly smile on her face. "Ardon Redfern is dead," Ocean announced gleefully.
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