Page 37 of Scar

My phone rings while I'm in the basement packing a few things we may need for tonight. Thankfully the basement is soundproof so the ringing won't wake Maeve. I grab my phone out of my pocket, seeing that it's the lab.

I'm hoping that means Maeve's last samples are back and that she doesn't have any lasting effects from the heat exhaustion two weeks ago. I've sent her samples to the lab three separate times now. I know I'm being overbearing, but she scared me that day. I'd never been more scared in my life than when I thought I was going to lose the love of my life. "Dr. Leon Aldon." I answer. I know who it is, but I feel the need to answer professionally whenever it's not a personal call. It's a habit I haven't been able to break, unless a friend calls.

I almost drop my fucking phone when my buddy from the lab tells me that Maeve's latest results came back that she is pregnant.

A little less than two weeks based on her labs, it was just too soon to notice in her earlier labs. I rush through the phone call and collect everything I need for tonight. No way am I risking her safety now, she's staying home while I pick Sean up.

If she wants to kill him when I already have him strapped in and at least give him a mild paralytic, fine. There's no way I'm risking her safety now. Is it too late to put the collar back on her? Fuck, yes. She'd never trust me again if I put the collar back on her.

I don't even know if she'd trust me if I told her the necklace I replaced it with has a GPS in it. But I can confidently say, I didn't put it on her because I don't trust her. I put it on her because she's so beautiful that I don't trust other people. I don't trust that someone won't see how beautifulma petitefleur is and want her for themselves.

I head upstairs, sitting with Maeve while she naps. I'll wake her up before I go, I'll tell her the news and carry her to bed before I have to leave. Or maybe I'll wait to tell her until I get home, that way I can make love to her after I tell her the news.

No, I can't keep this from her. It's her body, she deserves to know. But fuck, I feel a deep sense of pride as I stare down at my girl.

She's slightly curled up on the couch, under a small throw blanket, and I've moved her head to lay on my thigh instead of the couch pillow. I never thought I'd deserve anything good. I never thought I'd feel anything other than hate and this painful overwhelming numbness that I feel for everyone but my girl.

But staring down at Maeve, knowing she's carrying my baby, it fills me with so much love that I think I actually feel warm and fuzzy. I may have killed the man I should have been when I killed my mother, but I think he would've ended up in this same place that I'm in right now. I think he'd have Maeve curled up against him with a baby in her womb, just like I have.

When it's about time for me to leave, I run my hand through Maeve's hair a few times. "I just need you to wake up for a minute, ma fleur." I say quietly.

Fuck. I don't know how I feel about dropping this on her and just leaving. That's not fair to her, I've had time to digest this and just be near her yet I'd be dropping a metaphorical bomb on her and leaving her home alone. I think it would be smarter if I stayed home with her. I can just grab Sean tomorrow. It's not like his routine isn't pretty predictable. He goes out and parties at least five days a week. I intended to pick him up on his way home from the bar anyway. I can do that another day.

I carefully lift my girl into my arms, carrying her into our bedroom. I love that she wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck while I walk us to bed. I think I'm addicted to the trust she has in me.

When I lay her down on the bed, I quickly strip down to my boxers and crawl in behind her. But she groans, rubbing her eyes with her hands for a moment before turning in bed to face me. "Go back to bed, ma fleur." I say quietly, pressing my lips to her forehead. She sleepily smiles at that and leans into my touch.

Maeve yawns before looking up at me with an adorable sleepy face. "Sean." She grumbles. I love her adorable sleepy voice and how cuddly and needy she is when she's tired. I don't even know if she realizes she does it, but if she's tired or isn't feeling well, it's like she can't get close enough.

I wrap my arms around her, settling a hand on her lower back to keep her close to me. "Not tonight. Let's just get some sleep, we've both had a long day." I say quietly. I kiss her forehead a few more times, hoping she'll settle into me and go back to sleep. She's had a long day and I'm sure her nap wasn't nearly enough. It's only been a few hours since she laid down.

I can wait to tell her that she's pregnant and that we already have to take her piercings out. Technically I know it could wait a while, but why make her go through the healing process just to take them out? It's not necessary to put her through that and it's not worth the risk of her getting an infection and spreading it to the baby.

Maeve sits up on her elbow, staring at medefiantlywhile I hold onto her. "But we can't leave Abby there." She says quietly.

My Maeve and her beautiful soul.

I graze my knuckles across her cheek while smiling down at her. "We will get her out, ma fleur. But not tonight, you need the rest. We'll talk in the morning." I promise her. But all I seem to do is worry her. She stares up at me with a panicked expression across her face. "What happened while I was asleep? Is Abby okay?" She asked.

I nod, pulling her into my chest further. "Abby is fine. The lab called while you were asleep to talk to me about your latest blood test." Itellher. I'm worried that if I don't tell her what's going on, I'm going to scare her and she won't be able to sleep. But it seems like I scared her anyway, her eyes open wide and a sad look crosses her gorgeous face. "Am I okay?" She asks me sadly.

Igrazemy knuckles down her cheek lightly, holding into the back of her neck after I made my way down her throat. "Yes, ma fleur. You're okay." I say. I don't know how else to tell her, I don't even know how she's going to react. She looks up at me both scared and confused. "Then what's going on?" She asks.

I stroke my thumb across the warm, smooth skin of her cheek for a moment while I think about how I'm supposed to drop this on her. I'm not supposed to have to tell her this, she's supposed to tell me this kind of thing. "You're pregnant. I can't risk something happening to you when I pick Sean up. So I need you to stay home."I explain.

I wasn't sure how this was going to go, but I definitely didn’t expect her to look up at me heartbroken. She looks as if she's on the verge of crying. “Tell me how you’re feeling.” I insist when she doesn’t say anything.

Maeve doesn’t answer me for far too long, she just stares at my chest without even moving. “Talk to me, ma fleur.” I insist yet again. I rub my hand up her spine, trying to get her head back in the present. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my girl looks up and into my eyes. The look on her face shows me how broken she must feel. “I’m too young for this.” She says sadly. I pull her into my chest, hugging onto her while she finally lets out how she’s feeling by crying into my bare chest.

I don’t mind that she’s a little upset, I understand. It’s not like I’d given her a choice about all this. I know that for me, I’ve been looking forward to this since I fucking met her, but Maeve? She’s been looking forward to affording groceries, she’s been looking forward to being able to buy herself a car after graduation, and being able to put money into savings. She hasn’t been thinking about a family and a wedding, she’s been thinking about surviving college. “I’m never going to have the chance to finish school now, I’m always going to be a loser.” She says quietly into my chest.

I shush Maeve, kissing the top of her head while I hug onto her. “You were never a loser, ma fleur. You will finish school, I promise.” I say to her, I let her get her frustrations out while I remind her that everything will be fine and that I love her.

“Sean…” She says quietly after a while. I don’t know what she’s feeling about me right now, or about this baby, but we can deal with that tomorrow. Tonight I can just be here for her and with her. “I will pick him up tomorrow, it’s not a big deal.” I promise. But my girl huffs, picking her head up from my chest. “No. You promised we’d go get him so we can get Abby out.” She says more confidently.

I slide my hand into her braid, holding onto the back of her head so she can’t look away from me. I need her to hear me and to understand. “I will pick him up tomorrow. You can still kill him once I have him sedated. But I will not put you in any danger.” I say sternly to her.

The glare that Maeve gives me is enough to melt my fucking face off. She hasn’t looked at me like this in a long time and it breaks my heart that she’s upset with me. “No. You promised. I’m going with you to pick him up.” She says sternly. Fuck, I have to tell my cock to go the fuck back to sleep. Now is not the time to get a fucking boner, but my girl sticking up for herself just turns me on so much, and she knows it.