Chapter 2

“Wake up,” a voice whispered into my ear.

“Five more minutes,” I groaned, pushing my face further into my pillow, blocking out the obnoxious sunlight.

“You told me that five minutes ago, lovebug.”

Groaning, I opened my eyes just to be looking into the brown ones that belonged to my fiance. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the heavy feeling out of my eyelids.

“Well sorry, I’m tired,” I snapped. “You aren’t the one who’s pregnant you know?”

“I’m sorry, love,” he apologized. “I did come up here to wake you up, only because you have a visitor.”

“Who is it?”

“She said she was your mother.”

“Well, I don’t want to see here. And besides, when I first started dating you after that incident with the cops, she made it perfectly clear she didn’t want to see me nor have anything else to do with me,” I tried to explain.

“I don’t care, Kili!” he snapped, his gaze dropping from mine. “Talk to her before she decided to barge into our home anyways.”

“She’d do it anyway. I wouldn’t have to tell her no, Brandon,” I sighed. “You know that.”

Shaking his head, he held out a hand to help me out of bed. I was so close to my due date that it was hard to get out of bed. Then just feeling like I was losing the ability to maintain my control over the stupid powers didn’t help any. I was terrified of what would happen- would this child end up being the death of me, one way or another? If I were to lose my control long enough, the whiplash of the powers leaving me would kill me not counting anyone with a few miles radius.

“Go invite her in then,” I growled. “Do realize this, though, I am only doing this for you. Not for myself and especially not for myself.”

He just nodded and asked, “Do you want help getting dressed?”

“I’ll be fine. You already laid out my clothes for me,” I replied.

“Okay sweetheart,” he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He left our room to let me get dressed and to go downstairs to let the monster, who is called my mother, into our home. I shook my head unwilling to deal with her as the last time I dealt with her was not good. That was four years ago, she had never made a move to come and attempt to make things better with Brandon or I. I wished I could just hide out in my room like I used to as a kid.

After taking as long as I could to get dressed, I slowly went downstairs. Seeing Brandon there made me smile, but then I lost it when I saw her.

“Mother.”

“Kili Amelia Lillian Johnstone,” she said, anger in her voice.

“Oh, what did I do to you now?” I asked.

“You went four years without talking to me,” she stated. “You are going and marrying him. You end up pregnant and did you go and tell anyone, no. You are nothing but a stubborn little bi-”

“You will not talk to my wife like that!” Brandon exclaimed.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” she spat back at him.

“This is my house,” he responded. “Get out and don’t come back if you can’t be civil. You won’t be part of our child’s life as you’d try to poison them with your ideas.”

“But. But.” she sputtered, clearly thrown off.

“Leave, Mommy dearest,” I sweetly said. “Shouldn’t work yourself up.”

Clearly angered, she turned and stomped away. Yelling as she went, “You can die for all I care. You are freakin’ disowned now!”

Tears welling up in my eyes, I looked at Brandon for support. He came and lead me into the living room and set me down on the couch.

“I’ll be right back baby,” he said. “I’m going to make sure she actually left.”

Nodding, I closed my eyes as I set my head on the back of the couch. A wave of pain goes through me. My eyes shut open; the doctors had warned this would happen soon.

“Brandon!” I shouted.

“Baby?” he said, running into the room.

“I think that I’m going into labor.”