"You want anything while I'm at the store," I ask Chris who's on her laptop in our two bedroom apartment. She looks up at me with her glasses framing her face and a thinking expression.
"Hmmm, just get me some chocolate ice cream, boo. Could you get me a new heating pad too? I forget it at pack house and these cramps hurt like a bitch."
"No problem. I'll be right back." I brag my car keys from the side table and leave the apartment. We lived on the fourth floor, which is already hard to walk up as a regular non-pregnant person. Imagine how hard it is to walk up stairs as a 5 month pregnant woman
Yes. It's been five months. Five months since the rouge attack and since Petra died, but only four months since Chris and I moved away from New Orleans and into the big apple, New York City.
These past few months had been hard on us all, especially that first month after losing Petra. I remember it like it was yesterday.
That night, the rogues were defeated, but at the cost of a beautiful soul. The whole pack surrounded Petra 's body as the ones closest to her couldn't believe she was really gone.
Chris cried over her mother's body, getting blood all over herself while she tried to hug the life back into her. Dad looked shocked beyond repair at the death of his sister. Silent tears fell out of his eyes as he tried to comfort his niece that just lost her mother.
I sat on the ground next to Chris, not even being able to cry because I still didn't understand what had happened, but when I finally did understand, I was filled with anger.
How dare they kill her? One of the most caring and loving people I had ever met. The woman that didn't shy away from helping me as if she were my second mother.
Damn it! Damn it all!
I grabbed Chris' hand and I told her what we had to do. She cried angry tears at the thought of having to say goodbye to her mother, but I promised her that I would help her give those that were left of the rogue pack what they deserved.
We said the same spell that I said that night my mother died. It was so similar, but different. They both had died the same way. Attacked by a werewolf, but the difference was the way they floated away.
My mother's spirit floated away in sunflowers. Sunflowers represent adoration, loyalty, and longevity. That's what my mother was. Adoring and loyal to no extent. She didn't live a long enough life, but she will forever live in my heart in longevity.
Petra was different. She floated into the air as roses. Roses symbolize her love. I will never forget Petra's love. Her love was strong and sometimes she cared too much, but that's what made her Petra.
That first month, Chris came to live with my father and I, but she never came out of her room. Don always came over as well as the girls, Alaric, Tarry, and Gio. Of course we didn't tell Tarry what actually happened though. He just thought Chris' mom died in a car accident. She only let Don in though because that was her mate and he was probably the only person that could make her feel better.
Every time Don came over, he made sure she ate and took a shower and really took care of her.
My father and I mourned and tried to help Chris as much as possible, but I also had other things to worry about.
A month had passed and I was starting to show. I was stressing out and I found a nearby abortion clinic. I set an appointment, but once I sneaked out of the house and I was sitting in that operation room, I couldn't do it.
I thought of Petra and what she said about doing what I really wanted. I didn't think about Alaric or my dad or how people would view me. I thought of how she said that I would be a great mother to this baby and how I would get support from the people closest to me no matter what.
I cried that day as I walked back to the house from the clinic, but it wasn't from sadness. I was happy with my decision.
That same day I got back home, I could hear rustling from Chris' rooms and I went to check on her. When I opened the door, she was packing all her stuff in a suitcase.
I asked her what she was doing and her answer was that she couldn't stay here anymore. That she was losing her mind and needed to get as far away as possible. She didn't know where she was going. She just wanted to go.
I told her that if she was leaving, I was leaving with her. I didn't want her going off on her own. I message my dad as she was packing furiously and I rushed to get packed as well, not wanting her to leave without me. She didn't want me to go with her, but I stayed determined not to let her go by herself.
My dad told me to do what I thought was best and that same day, I hopped into the car with her. She didn't talk to me much, but once we started traveling from state, taking stops as we went and trying to find the right place where she wanted to stay, we opened up to each other.
She became happier as she opened herself up to the world and I loved to see it, so we kept going. Months past without us even realizing. Sometimes we stayed in one state for weeks, while other times we stayed for a couple of days.
I told her I was pregnant once there was no way I could hide my belly. I told her everything and passed the secrets from her mother onto her.
Once we stepped into New York, everything changed. We fell in love with the city and it gave us the adrenaline we loved. We went apartment hunting and found the perfect spot right in the heart of lower Manhattan.
It's a spot with huge windows that overlooks the city and has big, open spaces. Part of the wall interior is brick, while the rest is white walls. The furniture gave me a warm feeling and the ceilings are high.
Everyone made sure to stay in contact with us, but nobody came and tried to stop us from doing what we were doing because they knew we were doing what was best. They just wanted to make sure we were happy.
We weren't at graduation, but we got our diplomas. We decided on taking a gap year before deciding what we wanted to do. The supernatural world has many connections and it really helped us out.
I tried my hardest to avoid Alaric. I didn't pick up when he called, but I always heard when he was on the phone with Chris. He always asked how I was doing and Chris always had the same answer. "Anne is doing great." He didn't talk much about himself to her, but I could always find out what he was up to through Don.
According to Don, Gianna and Alaric came out with the news of Gianna's pregnancy. She's always over at the pack house and they've obviously grown closer. Alaric's father is proud of him for being with her and to be having an heir. He definitely wouldn't have reacted the same way if I told him I'm pregnant. He's always been against Alaric and I being together.
It's crazy that now is when he chooses to show up, but when his pack was under attack he didn't show up. I always found it suspicious that he wasn't there and his excuse was that he was out of town and couldn't make it back on time. No one questioned him because he's their alpha.
He was definitely up to something. Chris and I are also looking into the rogue attacks. The group that attacked us are the same one that had been attacking other packs and if no one could find out anything, we were going to try.
Like I promised Chris, we are going to give them what they deserve and the first step is tracking them down and finding out who is their leader.
I got six pints of ice cream, pickles, peanut butter, Nutella, some other food items, and Chris' heating pad at the supermarket. The guy at the register looked at me weirdly as he scanned all the pints of ice cream and my pregnancy mood swings were telling me he was judging me and that I should yell at him, but I kept it at bay.
Not every pregnancy is the same, but mine definitely made me more feisty than before.
I drove back to the apartment and sat next to Chris as she picked a movie as a tradition for friday movie nights. She ate her chocolate ice cream as I ate my cookie dough ice cream with a side of pickles.
I know my cravings are weird. Shut up.