::: Chapter 12 :::
The next 2 weeks, Bella saw less and less of Rod and more and more of the Dark Lord himself. Soon, Rod was too busy to come and visit her anymore, allowing the Riddle mansion all to herself and Voldemort. Bella certainly was not about to complain about anything. She loved spending time with him. He was smart and intelligent and there is no place in the world where she would rather be than right here by his side, feeling the power that resonates from his being.
She never thought he could be this exciting. She loved talking to him, sharing ideas, discussing their future plans. For most part, she doesn't actually really understand what he has been talking about especially when he starts talking about muggle government policies and all that junk and every time she found herself in such situations, she just nodded and allowed him to talk. Sometimes he would notice the way she has been doing less talk and more nod, and during these times he would glance at her and give her a long passionate kiss.
She could never believe that he could be that sweet but he does have a way of breaking the mood. When things get too sticky, he would push her off him as if she had done something to disgust him and it was during these times that she adored him even more. Then when they get tired of trying to decipher the scripture that she has no idea what it was all about, they would spend the rest of the afternoon having rough sex.
She always looked forward to waking up in the mornings knowing that gone were the days when she would wake up and feel guilty about ever leaving him in the Great hall of Hogwarts while she ran away to save her own ass. However, this morning she felt somewhat different. She felt the familiar feeling of repulsion against herself. She felt slightly under the weather, her body felt weak and she had no taste for food. When she came down to the breakfast table, she suddenly felt like vomiting because of the overwhelming coffee aroma that surrounded the dining room.
Voldemort was already there at the table, reading the morning paper. He looked up upon sensing her presence.
"Good m---' Voldemort was about to greet her when she bolted out of the room. Bella ran out the dining room straight to the kitchen sink.
'Bella?' Voldemort called out to her. 'Is something the matter?" He came up behind her, giving her back a rub making Bella feel so very awkward, uncomfortable and irritable.
"No—' Bella tried to say but she had to stop herself for something else needed to come out of her. Her hands gripped to the edge of the sink trying to steady herself as she suddenly felt lightheaded.
"Come on,' he told her. 'You need to lie down." He placed an arm around her shoulder, allowing her to lean against him and he apparated them both into their bedroom before she could protest.
They re-appeared right next to the large four poster bed and he helped her lie in it.
"No!' she cried out in a tone that is unintentionally too harsh. 'No….no. Please, my Lord. I'm fine….I…must have ate something wrong last night and…"
"Shut up, Bellatrix.' He cut her. 'You will stay in bed today until you get better. I will not have you move around the house and make me catch whatever it is that you have. Stay here and I will bring up your meals for today."
With that, he disappeared. "Oh fuck!' she cried as she rests her head against the pillow that he had propped up behind her. 'This Bellatrix Black is the most humiliating moment of your life! You had to be sick and in front of him too! Fuck!' she cursed again.
'What did I have last night? Let me see….just the normal….and lots and lots of dessert,' she smiled cheekily to herself. 'Everything seems normal…I didn't even take in that much Scotch to get drunk….this is definitely the lousiest day of my life! I feel lightheaded, I feel nauseous and annoyed at everything….I can't even drink coffee. I have no idea why it smelled so fucking bad! Did he buy a different brand?' She paused for a while and suddenly she jolted upright as a thought crosses her mind. 'These….signs….they are so familiar….it was like the time when….that bitch had her bitch. Oh shit!"
She got off the bed and started pacing back and forth across the room, thinking out loud.
I can't be….no way….no fucking way….I can't be….what is he going to say….he'll kill me…he won't want it…..hell I don't want it……wait, wait, wait! Hold everything Bellatrix Black! What if….what if he wants it? If he wants it that automatically means that I'll want it. Ok….ok. But wait this is still too crazy to think about. It is not even confirmed that I'm….that I'm….pr—pre--- there must be some other word to call it….enciente. Yeah that's right…that way it wouldn't be so….so….impactful.
She was on her way to breaking the world record for the most number of times paced around the bedroom when he appeared next to their bed where he had specifically told her to lie in. She almost fell when she lost her footing somewhere along that march but she managed to catch herself.
"What are you doing out of bed? Didn't I tell you specifically that I want you to stay in bed? What is it with you and your urge to defy me whenever there is something to do with the bed?" he asked her. This time, there was no mistaking that annoyed expression on his face.
"I am so sorry, my Lord. I don't do it on purpose…it's just….I…umm…"
"Just shut up and get in bed!"
"Yes, my Lord." She hurried herself to the bed and got under her covers.
He looked at her momentarily before saying, "I forgot to ask what you would like for breakfast." He came up and sat next to her.
Before she knew it, she was crying. She started to cry, so touched by his sensitivity and kindness. He was so nice to even care about her. "I…I'm sorry, my Lord.' She said in between sobs. 'I'm just….I felt so….touched….that you…you…"
"That I actually care for you?' he finished her sentence for her. She looked up at him and nodded, the tears still streaming down her face like a waterfall. 'Of course I do care for you. Why else did you think I ordered Rodolphus to divorce you? I, I wanted to care for you by myself.' he said, pointing a finger to himself. He cradled her chin in his fingers and gave her the softest kiss she had ever had. 'Especially now in your condition." He finished.
"In….in my condition, my Lord?" Bellatrix asked, slightly confused.
"You're pregnant Bella."
"How…how did you know?" she asked him, surprised. How could he have known that she was pregnant and she was still confirming whether or not she is pregnant?
"I could feel his presence. He is after all, my flesh and blood. I sensed his presence a few days ago. It was about time that you start to feel him too." He said as he paced a hand on her abdomen. 'Like I said Bella, I will care for you from now on. Keep that in mind.' He kissed her lightly on the forehead and started to walk out the door.
'I'll bring you tea and toast with jam. Raspberry or strawberry?" he turned to look at her, waiting for her answer.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled sheepishly before replying, "Apricot?"
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