So if I say that I'm sorry, will I be forgiven? In my defence school is an instrument designed to torture and make us all stupider not smarter. So hopefully this chapter isn't a big disappointment. Let me know if it was or wasn't, see what happens when I don't update in a while? I get nervous about whether or not I was a total fail. Next chapter, we find out why Jaron has his nightmares and is the way he is. You know, the mostly silent guy that tries to avoid conflict but can never seem to manage it. It'll be in his point of view, it'll be like Christmas to me. I would say like a birthday, but nothing good ever happens on my birthday...or Christmas for that matter...so...um...just enjoy the disclaimer and chapter?
DISCLAIMER: *I'm talking to Simon and Derek, a brotherly love special (Ever seen that show? It's hilarious.)
Derek: I'm not going to say it, I shouldn't have to.
Simon: YOU SHOULD! It's your fault.
Me: What are we talkin' about boys?
Derek: Who invited you? Get lost!
Simon: Yeah really. Go.
Me: I just need someone to say who really owns Darkest Powers.
Derek: Not this. AGAIN. Melody told me you were stalking Kelley Armstrong's characters, I mean really, leave us alone, you already wrote in Chloe getting pregnant. What are you going to do now? Bring someone back to life?
Simon: You really didn't read the last chapter did you?
Derek: I was busy so I just put a bookmark on the page, why?
Simon: Dude, Chloe's mom is totally back.
Derek: What! *Stares open-mouthed*
Simon: Yeah dude. I know.
Me: UGH! You morons are impossible! I don't own Darkest Powers *feels something hit back of her head* WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?
Simon: I'm not a moron.
Me: Really? You're not? I have the ability to write you off a cliff and you threw something at me. So smart slimeon. Very smart.
Simon: NO! Kelley Armstrong owns Darkest Powers! Jessica owns nothing! I DID THE DISCLAIMER! I DID THE DISCLAIMER! *sobs*
Chloe's Point of View
"Do you think that the penny only had one wish in it? Because if it has another one, I want it." Noah said.
"M-Mom? H-H-How? U-Um, w-what?" I asked.
"The babies. They created the penny because you weren't wishing strong enough when you were only thinking." My mom said.
"I w-w-wished?" I asked, stuttering, still very shocked at my mother's appearance.
"You wished I was here. Something about me always knowing what to do, but it wasn't strong enough, so the babies created the penny so your intent would be wishing." My mom said.
"But Melody had the penny." I said, very confused as to what was going on.
"They only had to make it appear, and they seemed to think that Melody would give it to you, so they put it in her pocket." My mom said.
"So you're alive?" I asked, getting more confused the more I thought about this.
"Yes and no. I can breathe, have a heartbeat, and have a physical form but I cannot stay like this and live out my life. I am just here until you realize that you are doing fine without me." My mom said.
"Then I think you'll be here for a while." I said.
"I don't think so." My mom said.
"What's going on?" Simon asked, walking into the room, Derek close behind.
"The babies created the penny from hell and brought Chloe's mom back to life for a short time." Jaron said.
Both Simon and Derek wore almost identical expressions of shock.
"Did anyone ever give either of you 'the talk'?" My mom asked both Derek and I.
I blushed many shades of red, and Derek wasn't much better off.
"W-W-Well a-a-at school." I said.
My mom buried her face in her hands and said, though slightly muffled, "Schools. Stupid schools."
I was unsure of what to say. I was pregnant, on the run from mad scientist-type supernaturals, and in love with a werewolf. I felt like I was a disappointment to her.
"So…do you know anything about the babies?" Melody asked my mom.
My mom sighed, looked at Melody and said, "Just that they're very powerful. Derek and Chloe are powerful, so their children are powerful too, even more so because of the genetic modifications and the combining of two supernatural races."
"So is the afterlife like one big information centre?" Melody asked.
We all looked at her like she had gone a little crazy.
"What? You're not even a little curious as to how she knows all this? Or even what the afterlife is like?" Melody asked.
"I am, at least a little bit, as long as if by a little I mean a lot." Simon said.
"I can't say what the afterlife is like; it's one of the rules." My mom said.
"There are rules? What's the penalty if you break one?" Simon asked.
"Eternity in hell. What do you think? I'd just be unable to say more. I'd stop talking right in the middle of the word without intending to do so and would only be able to talk again if it had no connection to what the afterlife was like." My mom said.
Tori came into the room and looked at me and then my mom and walked back out and screamed, "Chloe's mom is back from the dead and in the kitchen, don't be rude! Come say hello!"
Let me just say that she had more than a few people glaring at the back of her head as she walked back to her room.
Amelia was the first one there with a positive comment, "You must really want to lecture Chloe right now, huh?"
Andrew was next; Ivy and Ava following close behind.
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Saunders." Ava said.
"Is it Mrs. Saunders if she's dead?" Noah asked.
We all glared at him.
"What? So Melody gets to ask whatever she wants and we all look at her like we do someone that forgot to take their crazy meds, but I can't?" Noah asked.
"Exactly. Good boy." Melody said, petting his head.
"Is it always like this?" My mom whispered to me.
"Usually." I whispered back in reply.
"Is someone, at some point, going to tell me what happened?" Andrew asked.
"The oh so mystical, magical penny that my godchildren conjured up." Melody said.
"They created something?" Andrew asked, clearly shocked.
"They're powerful." Ivy observed.
"We know that, we knew that when they used super senses, or when they floated, or now when they brought a person back to life." Andrew said.
"Technically I'm not back from the dead fully, think of it as if I've been living in Canada for the past 10 or so years and never called or visited and am just dropping in for a little bit to say hello and lecture my daughter that is now a mother about safe sex, and then have her realize that she can do everything and then I'll go back to living it up with the loons in the downtown areas, and wow I now have a body, I think I'm thirsty." My mom said, moving to find a glass of water.
My mouth almost dropped, I had forgotten how outgoing my mom was. She was never afraid of making a fool of herself or talking about strange things. In many ways, she was like a child, except when it came to responsibilities; she was always good with stuff like that.
"I like her." Melody said.
"You like everybody." Jaron said, hugging her.
"Not true dude. She doesn't like me." Noah said. "Oh how my nose will never again be the same."
"I'm not the only person that has ever punched your nose, there were all the times I did, then the time Tori did, and Jaron did a few times, and that time Amelia did. See, many many times, not all my fault." Melody said.
"Can I talk to my daughter at some point?" My mom asked, interrupting the talk about Noah's nose, which in my opinion was a little more to the right than it should be, but I wasn't going to say that to him.
Everyone cleared out, with the exception of Derek, stubborn big guy that one.
"Are you okay?" Derek whispered. I jumped, not noticing him move behind me and I whispered, "No, not really."
"Want me to stay?" Derek offered.
"Derek, it'll include girl talk and if you want me to give you the talk as well…" My mom trailed off, leaving him to fill in the rest.
Derek gave a grimace and looked back at me in a way that said, 'I'll stay if you need me, but do you really need me? Think wisely, as there is a good chance I will never be the same after this.'
"Derek, it's okay. Go, run, jog, watch Tori poke Simon with a sharp stick, whatever." I said.
"I'll go, somewhere, anywhere." Derek said. I wasn't surprised to hear the front door close a few minutes later.
My mother and I sat down at the kitchen table.
"So he seems…werewolfy." My mom said.
"Mom, do you dislike werewolves just like Aunt Lauren?" I asked.
"No. I just don't have any adjectives to describe him with, except for the over protectiveness." My mom said.
I sighed.
"Want to talk about him? Or we can talk about sex, safe sex. Or the topic of triplets. Or your new friends. Or necromancy, or my brother, or anything. The list can go on and on." My mom said.
"Okay. Derek's really smart, like not how every girl in love says that the boy she loves is smart, he actually is, he takes math at college levels even. He's very fast and has good reflexes which are good because he can catch me if I fall, and we both know how often that happens. Derek is arrogant a lot of the time, and at times I just want to punch him, and at other times I just want to hug him. Derek is protective of those he cares about and self-sacrificing if it means helping those he cares about. Umm…I love him." I said.
My mom smiled and said, "It's nice to know that you're not falling down as much as you used to."
"Are you disappointed in me?" I asked.
"For?"
"Are you really asking?"
My mom gave a short laugh and said, "I am not disappointed, but that is not to say that I'm in any way happy about this. You're supposed to have a baby when you're ready, both financially and when you're able to do the best you can to provide for a baby. And right now, you're on the run and it's not just one baby, but three that you're a mother to. This isn't the best thing for them so I can't say that I'm happy about this because that's not completely true. I also happen to think that you and Derek will do the best you can and what does make me happy is that Derek will be there for you and them no matter what. He loves you and I guess this is how the cards were dealt."
"Mom, what am I supposed to do?" I asked, groaning.
"There isn't a guidebook. You just have to do the best you can. If that means skipping down the stairs holding hands with two children while one child floats above then so be it." My mom said.
"That's not funny." I said scowling.
"I didn't intend it to be."
I groaned and put my head in my hands.
My mom started again, "I did also mention that I was going to give you the talk so here it is, specially designed for having sex with a werewolf," I turned bright red, "you'll need to use birth control, condoms aren't a good idea with werewolves, high chance that they'll break or disintegrate with the fevers they run when they need to change into wolves. You'll need to be really careful around umm…mating season; their sperm count is higher than normal to try to get their chosen mate pregnant."
Please stop, please, please.
"Good thing about werewolves, they can't get STD's, so if Derek does cheat—which I doubt—you won't need to worry about yourself that way. Do I need to give you the human version?"
"No." I said, I was a brighter red than a tomato by now and I was sure my mom was laughing at me on the inside.
"Use both types of protection if the person you're sleeping with isn't a werewolf. Now was that so painful?"
"Awkward. Yes. Painful. No." I said.
She gave a small smile and said, "So, tell me about everything I missed."
That was how we spent the rest of the day and most of the night. I told her about everything she missed—literally. I started from everything I could remember about the years after her funeral until now.
It was sometime around three in the morning; Derek had joined in on the conversation a couple of hours ago, I could tell that mom liked him. Melody had joined in an hour ago; mom was quite fond of her.
I felt a little flutter, that was it, just a small flutter in my stomach, almost like butterflies, but I knew it was them.
I smiled, probably the biggest smile I'd ever given. I really was a mom, even if they weren't born yet, and soon enough, even if some people did insult me for it, everyone else would know it as well.
My mom looked at me and smiled just as big as I was smiling, she knew what happened. Derek and Melody just looked confused.
My mom got up, hugged me and whispered, "I have to go."
"What? Mom? You're leaving?" I asked.
"I have to. You'll do fine." She looked at Derek and I. "The both of you.
I hugged her back and she whispered again, "No more children until you're thirty."
"Mom!"
"Thirty-one."
"Mom!"
"What? You already have triplets."
She faded away and the last thing I heard was her tinkling laugh. I felt a feeling of emptiness when she was gone. I felt like I needed her still, but I also felt that I could do this. I guess I was going to find out if I really could.