OMG! I have not updated this story in forever and I deeply regret it; myself and for you guys. Whenever I don't update regularly it pulls attention away from the story and it's kinda sad and my own fault. So I apologize for not updating in FOREVER! I'm always saying the same things here, smh. Anyway, enjoy and as always, reviews, suggestions, comments, PM's, etc. are appreciated!

Chapter 8: History lessons

March 27, 2014

The morning after Madison's birthday celebration, Cordelia had the worst hangover she'd ever experienced, considering that she rarely drank anyway. The sound of vomit sloshing against the toilet water was a most unpleasant sound for all of the girls and even Fiona, who rubbed her daughter's back and held her hair back.

"Jesus Delia. If I knew this was the aftermath of your drinking the prior night I would've stopped you from taking another shot."

"If you all hadn't convinced me to go to that goddamn club maybe I wouldn't be in this situation." Cordelia stood up from in front of the toilet and washed her mouth.

"Shouldn't this be the other way around? You holding my hair and rubbing my back?" Fiona joked.

"Very funny mother. You''l be out of that stage soon enough." Delia accepted the ginger ale her mother held out for her and took a swig. Two weeks later and Fiona was at her 10 week appointment with her daughter's company, waiting for her doctor to arrive. Delia decided to strike conversation with her mother.

"So what's it like?"

"Being pregnant? Well it's no walk in the park, I'll tell you that. It's a little harder now that I'm older. I'm glad that when I was pregnant with you it was easy. Although, I hated being pregnant." Cordelia listened to her mother attentively. "There was no one I could depend on during the time. Your father had left me and both of my parents were dead, I had no family." Fiona let the tears fall from her cheeks. "Your grandmother wasn't even alive to see me become supreme, queen of the witches. I had no one to share my joys with or sorrows. I was always alone in this world. I never wanted to hurt the only family I had. That's why I just left you here, in the academy. I thought it would make you stronger than me. To not have to depend on anyone and invest yourself in someone who couldn't be there for you. All along I was doing exactly the opposite of what I wanted for you."

"Oh mother." Cordelia now understood why her mother was, the way she was. Loneliness damaged her mother to the core.

"I don't even mention your grandmother's name anymore. Not after she passed." Cordelia was always curious about her grandparents, but never asked anything. Now was her chance.

"What was grandmother's name?" Fiona looked up from her hands.

"Cordelia. And if you were a boy it would have been Jason." Fiona laughed. "Your grandfather was something else. He really pushed his limits."

"Mother, can I ask you something else?"

"Of course."

"How did they die?" Fiona shut her eyes and turned away. That question brought up so many bad memories it made her sick.

"Trash can, trash can." Fiona motioned to her daughter to give her the trash bin and Cordelia obliged. Fiona let the bile rise up her stomach and out her mouth, into the trash bin. Cordelia rubbed her mother's back feeling sorry she asked her mother such a personal question in the first place.

"I'm sorry mother, I didn't think-"

"It's not your fault. The morning sickness was there too." Fiona reassured her daughter.

"Hello." The doctor greeted the mother and daughter.

"Hello." The two said in unison.

"Well let's get started shall we?"

...

"Really mother? Cigarettes?! Are you trying to screw this up for me?" Cordelia scolded her mother as she drove to pick up the girls to go to the mall.

"This is my baby. Do you think I'm stupid or something Delia? It's harder than you think and using any medications to help me will only put the baby at risk. One goddamn cigarette won't kill the child. I know my body. I know when I need to stop. Do you really think I'd put this baby at risk?" Cordelia let out a sigh.

"I just thought you knew better than that mother." Cordelia shook her head disappointed. "Let's just get the girls and go shopping out of town a little."

...

"Ok girls, when we're ready to leave we'll meet back up at the bookstore."

"Thanks Cordelia!" She waved the girls off.

"You ready to go baby shopping again?" Fiona blew out hard.

"Not really." Cordelia laughed and grabbed her mother's hand. She knew this would be one of the last times she'd get to bond with her mother so Cordelia took the plunge and ran with the idea. The two found themselves in an expensive baby store looking at baby outfits.

"Mother look at this these!" Delia held up a light blue pair of socks. "They're so little!"

"What'd you expect Delia?"

"All I'm saying is that dressing that baby is going to be adorable." Delia turned to the rest of the section and Fiona found herself in the girl's section of baby clothes. She picked up a light pink fleece blanket and rubbed the material between her fingers. Fiona couldn't wait to swaddle her little baby girl in a soft blanket and hold her in her arms. Fiona looked down at the blanket after realizing what she was thinking. She wouldn't be able to hold her baby. She wouldn't be able to feed her baby. She'd be lucky if she even saw her precious baby's face. Fiona just knew that she'd die in childbirth. It was an easy situation in order for the new supreme to rise. Fiona tried to keep these types of thoughts out of her head but she found it nearly impossible. Nighttime was the worst. She found herself constantly dreaming about the baby that wasn't going to be hers. Singing her to sleep, teaching her everything she never taught Delia. Her. The baby always came in the form of a female. Delia insisted Fiona was due for a boy, but Fiona's dreams kept her from believing her daughter's hunch.

"Mother." Fiona jumped. "Don't you think it's a little early for gender specific baby clothes? Besides, you're definitely having a little boy." Cordelia winked. "C'mon let's look for a crib for the nursery."

"Don't you think we should wait till we get the paint for the room? And the baby's gender?"

"Yes but there's no harm in looking. Furniture is more important than clothes at this stage."

"You're right." Fiona dropped the beautiful pink blanket she so badly wanted for her baby and followed her daughter. Finally, all of the girls met up at the bookstore. Everyone except Fiona.

"Where's my mother?" Cordelia scoffed.

"Right here! I just had to pick up that black maternity dress. We can go now." Fiona smiled. It was late once they reached home and it was an hour drive to reach the mall but it was always worth it. Each girl walked in the house with several bags in their hands, including the headmistress and The Supreme. "You girls get some rest! We pick up training tomorrow!"

"Goodnight mother."

"Night Delia." Fiona closed her room door and locked it dropping all of her shopping bags on her bed looking in each one frantically. Once she found the bag she hid inside one of her high end fashion bags she pulled the item out of it and clutched it close to her chest with both hands. Fiona began to cry on the soft, pink, fleece blanket she couldn't resist buying for her baby girl. "Mommy knows she won't be able to buy things for you when you want something or when she wants something for you. This may be the only thing you can hold close to you from your mama. I hope you think of me and how much I love you every single night you sleep with this because mama won't be able to tell you she loves you every night. I love you baby." Fiona still clutched the blanket in one hand and placed the other hand on her stomach where she could now barely feel a slight curve to her abdomen. Her worst fears about this entire situation were coming true. She was falling in love with her baby.

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