Page 99 of Oblivion
“Phee,” Zoe approached me, taking my other hand in hers. “What happened? What did he say?”
Atlas stood at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest, observing the two of us.
“I’m pregnant,” I whispered, hiccuping.
“What?” Zoe asked.
“I’m pregnant, Zozo,” I looked at her, then at Atlas. “I’m fucking pregnant and I don’t want to give up my child, but I’m also terrified because I don’t know anything about kids and I never really wanted them. And what if something goes wrong? What if I get attacked, or what if Storm doesn’t want him or her because I’m their mother? What if he hates them? I don’t want my kid to be hated!” I cried and cried and cried, until I couldn’t see anymore, my entire body shaking.
“Hey, hey,” Zoe murmured, whipping my tears. “You’re not alone. You’re never alone, Phee. And if he doesn’t want him or her, then it’s his loss. Your kid is going to be amazing just like its mom is. You’re going to be an amazing mother, Ophelia. I just know it.”
“She’s right,” Atlas said, coming close to my side. He crouched down, his head on the same level as mine. “And you’re not alone. This kid is going to be loved, cherished and spoiled, and we will all make sure that nothing bad comes to him or her.”
“I’m just,” I whimpered. “I’m scared. I’m terrified. I’ve made more enemies than friends over the years and I don’t want my kid to suffer because of my mistakes.”
Zoe stood up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a glass of water.
“Here,” she pushed it at me, while Atlas pulled me up into a sitting position, careful not to move the needle inside my hand. “Drink this. You need to calm down and we need to make a plan.”
I gulped down the water and placed the empty glass on top of the nightstand, right next to the prescription the doctor left.
“I need to start taking prenatal vitamins, and I need to make an appointment with the doctor in the city, to get checked out and all that shit.”
“Okay,” Zoe nodded. “Are you going to tell him?” She asked, and she didn’t need to add the name to know who she was asking about.
Storm.
Was I going to tell Storm?
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I’m not even sure that he would want to know.”
“If it were my kid, I would want to know,” Atlas said. “But the situation isn’t going in his favor right now, and I understand if you decide to keep it for yourself, at least for now.”
“Ophelia,” the door banged open, revealing a frenzied Storm at the entrance. “Charles doesn’t want to tell me anything. He’s keeping it all to himself, and you can hate me tomorrow and every single day afterward, but I need to know you’re okay.” He stepped inside the room and Zoe and Atlas both started slowly moving away from me, giving us space.
“I can’t explain the things that have happened, at least not yet, but I need you to be okay. I need you to be okay, Ophelia,” he fell down on his knees next to my bed, reaching for my hand. But I couldn’t handle his touch right now. I couldn’t handle this hot and cold game he was playing.
He either wanted me or he didn’t.
He either claimed me in front of everyone else, or he shamed me.
He couldn’t have both, and I wasn’t going to forgive and forget. Not this time.
“I thought I told you already, Storm,” I gritted out. “You’re not welcome here.”
“Please, Phee,” he begged, holding onto the duvet. “Just tell me you’re okay. Tell me you’re not sick.”
“I’m not sick, Storm. Now get out of my room.”
“Why do you have an IV drip attached to you?”
“Because I’m fucking tired, Storm!” I tore at him. “I’m exhausted and you’re only making it all worse by being here. You’re only reminding me of what betrayal looks like.”
“I didn’t… I’m just…”
“Go and worry about Nova, Storm,” I murmured. “And make sure you keep her away from me,” I looked at him. “The next time she provokes me, the next time she tries to do anything, I will cut her down without even thinking about it. You know who she is, you know what she’s doing here, Atlas informed you, and you’re still dipping your dick in that. I guess you always were weak for Aster girls,” I snickered.
“I don’t want to fight with you,” he mumbled, but I could hear the anger pushing forward. “I have my reasons.”
