Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in the last few weeks, I had knee surgery had had some horrible complications after so I have also have been recovering. I know its short but I am planning to have a longer one out some time this week! Anyway enough about me enjoy!
RPOV
The next few weeks passed in a whirlwind as my pregnancy progressed, my emotions becoming increasingly unpredictable. One moment I would laugh uncontrollably at a trivial joke, and the next, I'd tear up because my toast was too burnt. It was like my entire emotional spectrum had been magnified, and I was riding a roller coaster of feelings.
I distinctly remember one morning when I found myself crying because it was Monday. Yes, Monday—the universally dreaded day of the week. My logical side knew it was irrational, but my pregnant emotions had other plans.
It didn't help that I was still grappling with the emotional turmoil brought on by glimpses into Dimitri's life through Lissa's eyes. Seeing him through her perspective, hearing the harsh judgments he cast upon me, felt like a dagger to my heart.
The person I had once loved had transformed into someone unrecognizable, and the pain of that transformation cut deep.
But as my emotional instability oscillated between tears and anger, I found comfort in the consistent presence of Klaus. He seemed glued to my side, his watchful gaze always on me. He'd reassure me that he had city matters to attend to, but his actions spoke otherwise.
It was as if he couldn't bear the thought of leaving me alone, even for a moment. Sometimes I wondered if he had secretly enlisted his siblings to keep an eye on me as well.
However, amidst all the chaos, I hadn't yet found the courage to tell Klaus about Dimitri. How could I admit to Klaus, the powerful and fearsome leader of New Orleans, that I was haunted by someone from my past? That the person assigned to capture me was none other than the man I once loved?
As my internal struggle continued, the nightmares persisted.
Every night, I would find myself tossed and turned into a sea of vivid dreams, haunted by my memories of Dimitri and the pain of his abandonment. But amidst the darkness, there was always one constant—a presence by my side, a voice soothing my fears and lulling me back to sleep.
Finally, one day, I decided to venture out of the compound alone. The desire for fresh air and a moment of solitude outweighed the comfort of its walls. Don't get me wrong, I cherished each of them, but I was Rose Hathaway, an epic dhampir, not a porcelain doll to be watched over every moment.
As I walked along the lively streets of New Orleans, a feeling of comfort came over me. This vibrant city has always felt like a second home, as its colorful energy never fails to invigorate my spirit.
I went to a bakery, craving a sweet indulgence in chocolate donuts. Pregnancy cravings had their way of asserting themselves. Hey, it wouldn't be a surprise if this baby's first word turned out to be "donut." I'd consider it a point of pride – he'd have his priorities straight from the get-go.
Exiting the bakery with my delectable treats, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being trailed. Sending Klaus a quick message, I was about to put my phone away when I felt a sudden grip from behind.
Before I could process my surroundings fully, someone grabbed me from behind. My training kicked in, and I swiftly countered the attack, blocking my assailant and preparing for a fight.
Looking back, expecting to find a herd of guardians.
However, when I turned to face my opponents, I was met with a mix of shock and recognition.
As I assessed the situation, I noticed two figures before me. One was a stranger dressed in garish colors, while the other, familiar yet distant, tugged at my heart.
The silence hung heavily in the air as our eyes met.
It was my mother.