"Hey Sol..." I murmur, glancing back at him from my spot in the kitchen. I was making whatever it was that Ellena had given me to put into my own meals. "What are you up to?" I ask him. He leans up against the counter next to me, taking in the smell of the bacon I had in the pan.
"Just came to visit you. Baron told me you were pregnant." He explains, glancing down at my stomach then back up to my eyes.
"I am." I nod. "Are you hungry?" I ask, motioning to the food in front of me.
"Sure." He smiles, brightening up a little bit.
"You want to stick around for a few hours and hang out with me? I don't mind some company." I say to him. That seemed to brighten him up even more.
"I'd like that." He agrees. So a little bit later I was perched with Solomon on the couch and we were both munching happily on some pancakes, eggs and bacon while watching Orange is the New Black. "I don't understand any of this." He tells me honestly.
"Ugh..." I groan, rolling my eyes. "Between you and Finn I can't just watch TV in peace. Maybe I'll just put on the National Geographic channel." I sigh.
"What's that?" He questions with a raised eyebrow.
"It's just, nature really." I shrug.
"Did you want a baby?" He asks after a few minutes. His tone was very quiet, and almost cautious. I glance at him, he's staring intently at me.
"I guess I don't really know." I answer honestly. "I'm not mad or anything. It wasn't exactly something I was expecting to happen so fast, but I guess I shouldn't be too surprised about it." I tell him.
"But is it what you want? Tell me what you want?" He presses.
"I want Finn." I shrug simply. "And everything else that comes with him, so yes, that includes children." I smile.
"That's what I wanted to know." I returns the smile. I glance at the door when I hear it open and shut, and a few seconds later Finn is standing in front of both of us. "Hey." I grin at him, happy to see him back sooner than later.
"What is this?" Finn asks motioning between us.
"It was breakfast and the National Geographic channel." I sigh, pushing myself up off the couch. Just by his tone I could tell that this was already about to be a fight. "Is that a problem?" I ask him a lower tone.
"Yes." He growled back, glaring at Solomon. "How long have you been here?" He glowers. Sol glances between the two of us, and takes the route of not answering at all. Instead he pushes himself up from the couch, stands chest to chest with Finn for 10 or so seconds, and retreats towards the back door.
"See ya later doll." He calls to me.
"Bye, Sol." I reply, putting the dirty dishes in the sink.
"I'm not comfortable with him being here." Finn tells me, leaning his frame against the kitchen wall.
"Why him and not Baron?" I ask curiously, turning around and cocking a hand on my hip.
"I don't like him either." Finn grumbles. "Baron isn't trying to seduce you, Solomon is." He tries to reason.
"You're so full of shit." I basically laughed, making him even more angry.
"I don't want it to happen again." He stands his ground.
"Each shit, Finn. I do what I want." I say calmly, going back to doing my dishes.
"We're not finished discussing this." He tells me, spinning me around by my elbow. "Why can't you just fucking trust my instincts for once and not question me?" He rumbled with intense blue eyes.
"Because they're not your fucking instincts. It's you being a dick just because you don't like someone." I pretty much snarled back at him.
"He'd take you from me in a second if you gave him the chance!" His voice going up more and more as our argument escalated.
"I'd never give him a fucking chance!" I shouted back, "Why don't you try trusting your woman for fucking once. I'm over this fucking attitude you have about Solomon and Baron. Get the fuck over it Finn, or figure out a way to get the fuck over it because I'm over it!" I yelled.
"Perhaps I should lock you in a castle room, at least then I'd know where you were." He grumbles, as he retreated into the kitchen. I know that was his way of putting up the white flag and caving to our argument but it really only made me angrier.
"Don't you walk away from me Finn Balor." I say seriously.
"Or what?" He asks in taunting tone, walking back into the kitchen. He was only a few inches from me now. "You're too well mannered to go through with anything drastic." He basically laughed at me.
"You make me, so fucking angry." I tell him frustrated. I put both hands on his chest and go to push him just as I had done many times before only this time was different. Instead of only pushing him back and inch or two, the next thing I knew his body had slammed against the dining room wall and his was on the floor staring up at me in shock. "Oh my god!" I exclaim. My hand covers my mouth and all I can do is stare at him, staring back at me. He was just as surprised as I was. "I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm still kind of upset with you." i say softer.
"Annabelle..." He murmurs, pushing himself up onto his feet again. I was a little scared, because I wasn't sure how he was going to react to what just happened.
"Stay over there." I warn him, putting up my hand and stepping to the side so the kitchen island was between us. Hurt laced his features. I don't really think that he'd ever put a harmful hand on me, but pregnancy hormones will make you think crazy shit. We both watch in sheer awe as a small flame begins to creep along my kitchen counter towards him. "Holy shit Finn! Don't set my fucking kitchen on fire!" I shout at him, looking up at him frantically.
"That's not me, my love." He replies calmly, taking another step towards me.
"I said to stay fucking over there!" I snarled, and the flame grew so high it nearly touched the ceiling.
"Annabelle." There was that soft tone again, He glanced at the fire. "You need to take a few deep breaths and calm down." He tells me, backing up a couple of steps. At this point I'm a hot, panicked mess and instead of the deep breaths I turn on my heel and retreat out of the kitchen, taking the steps two by two until I've locked myself in my bedroom.
"What's wrong with me?" I whispered to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed. I pushed the hair from my now sweaty forehead, every inch of me was sweating like crazy right now. The palms of my hands felt like they were on fire, and my stomach was hot as well. About an hour later there were a few light knocks on me door.
"Annabelle?" Finn murmurs softly from the other side. "May I come in, my love?" He questions.
"Yes." I answer. I hadn't moved from the edge of the bed and was absently staring at the floor. My eyes found his blue ones when the door opened and he stepped inside.
"Are you still angry?" He asks, tilting his head at me.
"No." I reply honestly. He walks over and sits down next to me, his fingers grazing along my thigh and he presses his lips to my shoulder and my cheek. "What's wrong with me?" I ask him.
"Nothing is wrong with you, my love." He smiles. "It's extremely rare. The child carries many powers of my own. When you're upset, or frightened the child can feel those emotions. He or she transfers the abilities through your connection to protect you. When you calm down, the baby calms down. When you're not feeling threatened, neither is the child." He explains to me. "Do you understand?"
"That was horrible." I reply honestly. "I lit my fucking kitchen on fire." I tell him unimpressed, making him chuckle.
"I put it out, and there's no noticeable damage. Just don't do it again." He winks.
"Don't piss me off again." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Looks like the only thing that can match your powers, is sitting in my stomach right now. So I'd watch what you say to me from now on." i tell him playfully.
"Clearly." He agrees. He'd never admit it, but I could see that fact register on his face. The fact that right now, I was literally just as powerful as he was, intimidated him a little bit.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask softly. My eyes scanned over the parts of his body that I could see. I'd never forgive myself if I'd ever actually hurt him.
"No, my love. You did not." He assures me, squeezing my thigh. "Why don't you throw some stuff together and we'll go to the castle for the weekend?" he suggests, flashing me a smile.
"Ok." I agree. "I'm really hot." I tell him, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"It's a side effect of the fire." He explains, "It will pass as you continue to calm down. Eventually you'd be able to control it, but by the time you master that the baby will be nearly full term."
The whole length of this pregnancy just got a whole hell of a lot more interesting.