Helena
I was going to kill my son. Lucy was only 18 years old. She shouldn't have to deal with something like this, especially not with a Drake. I could smell it on her as soon as Liam and I entered the compound. She'd been keeping this secret for a while now, but being queen, I wasn't around to help her.
"What am I going to do?" Lucy pleaded, "I can't do this; I just can't. God, my mum's gonna kill me. Nick's gonna kill me. Solange is gonna kill me. Please, Helena, tell me what to do!" she begged. I sighed and hugged her close to me.
"Nobody's going to go anywhere near you. You know why?" I pushed her away slightly and looked at her pale, frightened face, "because you have me," tears started rolling down her cheeks, "and I am going to help you through this." We hugged again and stay like that for what seemed like forever; a scared girl and her protector. Suddenly, we heard a crash and were brought back to reality. Nicholas had tried to get back into the house and was thwarted by Bruno. They were crumpled on the floor and wrestling each other.
"Wee brat, thought he could get past me, milady!" Bruno taunted Nick as he held him in a headlock.
Nicholas tried to kick him but failed miserably, "Get off me, you Scottish prick!" He spotted Lucy and stopped struggling. He gulped and forced himself to speak, "Lucky, is it true? Are you...?" he looked down to her stomach and nodded at it. She clutched at my hand for support and looked to me for guidance.
I nodded in agreement; it was time to tell him, "Bruno, thank you for tackling him but could you let my idiot son go now?" Reluctantly, he pushed himself off of Nick and went back to guard the door. Nicholas stayed down however. He was perched on his knees and his head hung lower than I'd ever seen it. Lucy released my hand and took a tentative step towards him, followed by another, until she stood before him. He still didn't look up so she crouched down beside him and put her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look up at her.
Tears were streaming down her face, "Nicky, I'm so sorry," her breath caught as she tried to steady her voice, "It's true." My son looked as if he was having a stroke; a thousand different emotions flashed through his face until he settled on one.
"Hey, Lucky," he croaked, "We're going to have baby!" He broke into the biggest grin I'd ever seen and pulled her down to the ground in an enormous hug. They ended up in a heap of tears and laughter. I wanted to throttle him, but for the moment, I stole a quiet smile and left them alone to enjoy their news. I could always kill him later.