Summary: Jeremy chooses Elena and Clay over his unborn grandchildren.
Pairings: Elena/Clay
Stonehaven used to be filled with noise.
There would be thundering noises on the stairs as Elena ran from Clay followed with cheerful laughter or angry shrieks depending on what Clay had done. There was no fighting over the table for the last piece of food. There was no sounds to be ignored coming out either bedroom. There was no bickering, no laughing, no screaming, and no smiles, no anything.
The very joy in the house had been sucked out and it was Jeremy's fault.
Elena laid there lifelessly most days, her eyes dull, and her hair lank and greasy covering her cheeks as she clutches her stomach desperately.
Clay brooded. He would sit staring out of the window some days and spent the rest as a wolf. He never spoke unless it was necessary and there would be times when Jeremy would turn round to find Clay glaring at him as he was the enemy.
He was. He deserved to be hung, drawn, and quartered.
Three months ago it was a joyous moment. Elena was heavily pregnant and filled with so much life. She was nervous, scared, happy, excited, cautious, and indignant when treated as a china doll all at the same moment. They had so many plans, so many ideas, such a future...
Then the Hell Letter happened and then Clay was infected, and then there was that deal.
Jeremy could easily have saved the unborn babies but he was selfish. He couldn't bear a day without Clay storming down the stairs and shouting and growling like the little child-wolf he always has been. He couldn't think of a day without Elena laughing and shouting at Clay.
No parent could ever bear burying their children and he was no different.
And now he had successfully killed everything he had wanted to save.
He had made the wrong choice.