Unforgiven - The price of a heart

thed in the soft afternoon light filtering through the high windows, casting a warm, almost surreal glow over the familiar living roo

ng a mixture of excitement and fear. Her heart raced with the knowledge that she was carrying Daemon's child,

ialed Lena's number, her fingers trembling slightly. After a few

ice a little breathless. "I

end took in the urgency, her

ing on? Ar

whelming emotions building up,

e before her friend's voice burst through, a mix o

slipping down her cheek as she let the news settl

augh, still in shock but fil

! How are you feeling? I can'

it yet either," she admits, pressing a hand to her stomach. "It feels...unreal. I ha

ned, like they both knew

ou sca

ated, the

d of how he would react. What if he doesn't take it well... w

plied. "But do you think he is ready

a shaky breath, her mind racing through different scenarios. "I want him to be happy

a tiny note in his briefcase or try cooking his favorite meal and then tell him after he is done eating. Or even...I don't know, you

he idea, at least it could make him feel that I care about him. But

oice is firm a

ng out loud. Just remember, no matter how nervous and scared you are, this is a mom

es, trying to ima

work. I'll plan something simple and try to make it

It would turn out well, don't worry. And

m wash over her. "Maybe it will. Thank you, Lena. I was

here every step of the way. Now go get some rest, and start thin

hey both hung up feeling an un

*

k and forth, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her blouse, glancing every few seconds at the large clock

e polished floor. Each tick of the clock seemed to echo in her ears, growing louder with every passing second. Her mind raced, running through everything she wanted to say to him again, each version of her words soundin

the surface, with white dinner plates and gleaming silverware catching the soft glow from the candles. She placed a small vase in the center with his favorite white lilies, their petals opening delicately. Right beside it was the 1945 R

potatoes. On the side was a chocolate soufflé for dessert which she had added, the comforting aromas filling the air. She smoothed her blouse again, adjusting the pearl necklace ar

the Rolls Royce pull slowly into the driveway. He was back. She retreated a few steps, feeling her pulse quicken as the familiar sound of the car door ope

om the hall. He stepped inside, looking a little taken aback as he paused, taking in the setting. His gaze shifted

" He said sarcastically

our day must have been really long, so I

tray her nerves as she watche

te, visibly savoring the flavors. He looked up, his ga

e?" He asked, rhetorically, "Amel

the food?...Did it taste bad?...Or was it too salty?..

discontented expression. She took in a deep breat

special for you," she began, her voice soft but steady. Hi

summoning all of the courage in her, she let it out, "I have

re of curiosity and disda

the hem of her blouse tightening. Final

he silent hum of the air conditioners weren't audible, Isabelle would have believed they were actually frozen. Maybe he

, this time making it lo

was watching her with full blown concen

outside this marriage," he said, finally speaking "

, confused. What did he m

the fath

really aski

here?" He said nudging her

She replied "I have no idea

to me!" He said,

knocking the wine g

ing about," she said, her breath qui

nger at her. "Whatever trick it is you got going o

.please,

ny more dicks do you gotta fuck, huh?! Now you come here with some bullshit of yo

fool to think her becoming pregnant would turn their lives around. What was she thinking? T

nally standing up. "I give you 24 hours, bloody whore!" He added as

osed to be a new beginning, a start for the both of them. How could he think of her as a whore? Had he forgotten how he got home drunk and raped h

he slowly walked up the curved staircase. She summoned every

aby!" She shouted, loud

t him. This was the very first time she would protest anything he ever sa

with any other man than you, Daemon. The life within me be

the only way to make him listen, then she had

ment, making her relax a little giving her less time to foresee what was coming next. Hands grabbed her by the neck, leaving her with no air to breathe. She tried to stop him but all efforts proved abortive. Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed backwards. Time seemed to slow down as she f

r hand, only to see a dark red pool of blood beginning to spread beneath her, staining the floor. Her hand instinctively flew to her stomach clutching it tightly as if to protect the life growing inside her. The pa

er hands stayed pressed firmly to her stomach, even as her fingers began to feel cold and numb. The last thing she felt was a deep overwhelming sense of fear and hel