Every night seemed to grow colder for me. The baby was taking everything from me. My health, my powers...My energy...
And still I loved it. I would never get rid of something so beautiful and precious. Never...
My body was laying limply against Undertaker. It was a cold night and I couldn't stay warm to save my life, literally. I couldn't use my powers anymore and I felt naked without them... Thats where Undertaker came in.
He would keep a silent vigil watch on me when I slept. But mainly kept a distance from me when I would have my mood swings. But I felt it wasn't just because of that. He didn't understand what it was like to be a father perhaps. Or just didn't know how to handle the situation. He wasn't one to be with reality. Though he was all too familiar with it... He was a unique creature.
Through my shut eyes I could see his aura glowing. It gave me comfort to know I wasn't alone. And his slow and steady heartbeat comforted me even more. I could smell him, that strange musky formaldehyde smell...Never smelled so good until now.
I could feel the air change as it was getting closer to dawn. The cold air now getting wet. I breathed in softly, feeling my nose getting stuffy. I turned in my bed, snuggling closer to the warm body next to me. I didn't like to reveal weakness. But I soon began to realise, my strength was my weakness. And the more time I spent with Undertaker, the more I began to open up and reveal more emotions. My barriers were almost gone.
I heard Undertaker make a soft sound which sounded like a grunt, before I felt his toned arms grab me and hold me flush against his chest. I then heard him breathe into my ear, warm hot breath. I could smell it too, a strong vanilla soda smell. This was a beautiful way to wake up in the morning.
I listened to him breathe, luckily he didn't snore. But it was a dead silence. That was symbolic. You couldn't hear death knocking at your door. No...Death was a silent killer...
And a beautiful romantic.
I nuzzled my face into the fabric of his coat. He was still wearing that damn principle outfit of his.
I listened to his heartbeat. It was utterly amazing how his heart only had one rhythm. It was like music...Drums...It always put me to sleep.
Well...Almost put me to sleep.
"OWCH!" I screamed out suddenly, startling Undertaker awake next to me. Well sort of. His eyes shot open, his irises glowing brightly. His pupils enlarged, before becoming small. He gave a small look of annoyance or something, but didn't say anything.
I was clutching my side painfully. The baby had given me a good pinch. It was so strong it was beating the crap out of me, and it wasn't even born yet...
Undertaker then sat up, putting his arms around my waist and bringing my back to his chest. I squeaked softly. "I d-didn't mean to wake you..."
He put his chin on my shoulder. "It's to be expected..." He whispered softly. The baby pinched me again and I flinched. "Why does it hurt so much?..." I asked him. He didn't answer, simply rubbing my stomach in a circular pattern. The soul and heartbeat pulsed against his hand. It felt amazing what he was doing. His touch was always soothing.
"Be still, little one." He said in a deep tone I had never heard from him before. I blinked and turned to look at him in confusion. Suddenly, all movement seized in my stomach. I paused, looking down at my stomach. The heartbeat was more calmer, The aura a beautiful silver. I gave Undertaker a look that clearly said "What the fuck".
"Ankou, what did you do?"
His smile grew to full power. "It's common knowledge, that the fetus can hear the parents in the womb-"
"I told you to call it a baby!" I snapped at him, earning a puzzled expression from him. I found the word Fetus a horrible thing to call an inborn child. It was like you didn't care for the baby at all by calling it that.
Undertaker simply nuzzled his face into my shoulder playfully, earning a pleased sigh from me. I couldn't stay mad at him. "Don't call it a fetus anymore, okay? Makes it sound like you don't care about it..."
"Oh, don't be that way dearie~ You know I do." Snorted Undertaker.
"...You're right..." I mumbled softly. "I need to find a way to recharge because nothing is working for me...I slept enough..." I said, feeling my body trying to fight the sleepiness.
Undertaker then scooted to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over. "Nothing can be done at this moment in time my dear. The reaper dispatch could be at the front door..."
"Don't jinx us, you dimwit." I snapped at him, he just smiled in reply. I have been calling him name after name since he brought me here. I was still mad at him for leaving me and the baby. Though, he honestly didn't know about the baby so I had to lay off a bit.
I suddenly felt bad, and ran my fingers through his silky hair. "Remember when I said I wanted the babys name to be Darlene?..."
"Why yes, it was your mothers name?" He said, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah...I changed my mind...I wanted it to be a better name...Something more meaningful..." I mumbled, my eyes shifting to the window. I noticed it was daylight out now, but something more striking took my notice. It was completely white outside. Then, a sparkle of white dust hit the window and melted to water, slowly sliding down the window. I soon realised, it wasn't dust, but snow.
My eyes widened and I stood up. "It's snowing! Ooooh! Ankou! Can we go play in the snow! PLEEEEASE!" I squealed at him randomly. Wow, talk about ADHD. I couldn't focus for a second.
Undertaker snickered, he couldn't resist that cute face of mine, those big kitten eyes, the pleading look. I was still a child in my mind and snow was fun, very fun.
"Yes, but only for a while Aurora..." He said, being all fatherly again. I grinned, scooting my hyper ass out the door to play in the snow. Undertaker followed after, wondering what I was going to do.
My boots crunched against the snow, the chill of winter was nipping at my nose. I loved this kind of weather. It was beautiful. I watched the snow fall all around me. Now I knew where we were, somewhere high up in the mountains. Undertaker was brilliant...
"So pretty..." I mumbled, picking up snow in my hands and forming it into a snowball. I grinned, slowly turning to face Undertaker, who looked puzzled.
I soon chucked the snow at him, in which he ducked quickly. The snowball splattered against the outside wall. Undertaker peered at it, before turning to face me, a mischievous grin on his face. Now I was worried.
I took off quickly, only to be pelted by snowballs. God damn he was fast! I could hear him "Hee heeing" behind me.
I came to a hill, and being stupid, I tried climbing down. Only to slip and fall on my ass. I grunted in pain. Undertaker was by my side in an instant. He lifted me up, brushing snow off me. I felt the baby's heartbeat, It was fine. It seemed to enjoy the jumpscare.
"I'm okay..." I told him, smiling happily. This was the most fun I had in a while. Undertaker seemed concerned however.
"You should be more careful..." He said in a almost scolding manner which I did not recognise from him. I shook my head. "Relax, Ever made snowmen before?" I interrupted him. He just gave me a blank look, like he never even heard the word at all before. I laughed softly, before rolling up another snowball. I then began to roll it, making it get bigger. "Here, help me out and keep rolling it." I asked him, knowing he could damn well push it. Reapers were naturally stronger then humans.
Undertaker was curious now. He began pushing when instructed to. More and more snow were added onto it. "Okay. Now we need two more snowballs. We're gonna need to stack them on top of each other too." I explained, and he looked even more confused now. But never once did he question me. Since I came from another time he must have known what I was doing.
When the body was finished, I grabbed up some sticks and stabbed them into the snow body, making it look like it had arms. I used rocks for eyes and a mouth. Undertaker snickered at how silly it looked. I then tilted my head at it, playfully critiquing it. "It's missing something..." I then took off my scarf and wrapped it around the snowmans neck. "...Nope...Still missing something..."
"Try this..." Undertaker took off his top hat, before setting it on top of the snowman. I laughed then. "Perfect. Frosty the snowman. Classic." Undertaker snickered at the choice of name. But of course, it was not mine. I grew up watching the old claymation of Frosty the Snowman. Classics...
I then sat on the crunchy snow, soon getting an idea. I fell back onto the snow, moving my limbs back and forth, creating snow angels. Undertaker soon saw the pattern and smiled, obviously having seen it before from who knows where. I gave a giggle, obviously enjoying everything. I then chucked some powdered snow at him, making him chuckle and lightly kick some at me. I squeaked and hid behind the snowman. I waited but he didn't appear.
I felt a poke on my back and I squeaked, only to be met with a mouthful of snow. I sputtered and pushed him down to the ground, only to slip and land on top of him. Now if that wasn't suggestive enough...
Undertaker gave a perverted grin at me and I sat up. Time to change the subject again.
"Remember...when I was talking about the baby's name if it's a girl?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Well...I have a name that I want you to approve of..." I felt nervous and shy now. Undertaker sat up, his face in mine. "And what name would that be?" He asked, his hot breath visible in the blizzard.
The wind was soon picking up, but what Undertaker heard next was clear to his ears and made his eyes widen slightly. It surprised him in all honestly. But his heart felt a deep approval. The word, the name itself, so powerful, yet completely symbolic and meaningful. The moment was too beautiful.
"Claudia..."
((Happy New Year...And Happy Belated Christmas...Thank you for everything...And goodnews...The doctor said I am alright...I'm not going blind...I'm happier then ever now...))