Ashlandil

"You can be released tomorrow," Dr. Berman smiled at Kenali where she sat on the hospital bed, and her face lit up like Christmas.
"Of course, you'll have some strict rules you'll have to follow,"he warned her, and her face sort of fell. "No heavy lifting or major movement, I'm highly suggesting bedrest for the next couple weeks until you no longer feel any discomfort. No sex, either; it might rip your stitches and cause more damage and more hemorrhaging. Which could cause you to lose your baby."
Well.
Was getting rid of it that big of a deal?
My eyes flicked to her face, seeing she looked frustrated. This was good news, at least. The bus would be back through in a couple days, and we could stay at a hotel until then. She would have plenty of time to rest up and we could be on out way.
And then when we got home I was going to smother her to death.
And what the hell were we gonna do about this whole baby business?
I'd told her not to worry about it, but I certainly was. She couldn't have his baby, it would only be worse on her when he left and didn't return. She would fight me about getting rid of it early, and if she birthed it and let it go into the foster system, she would visit it and check on its life so much to make sure it was well she would get attached.
And God forbid when the little bastard finally kicked the can.
She would never let it be, and all its descendants would have their own personal angel looking after them to such a point she would drive herself insane.
So, all in all, Kenali didn't need a baby.
She didn't need to have his child.
She needed rid of the damned thing.
My eyes flicked to the doctor, and I rose as he said he would be back in a while. Kenali just nodded, so focused on getting her carton of strawberries open she didn't notice me leaving the room. I Stepped out into the hallway with him, frowning.
"Dr. Berman?"
"Yes?"
"How long is it going to take for her body to recover from this?"
"Well, my best estimate would be a couple months," he nudged his glassed back up his nose. "She seems like a quick healer."
Well.
"How long would her body need to recover... In case she decided she didn't want to... Have the baby?" I asked, crossing my arms. I was trying to choose my words carefully, some humans were very touchy over the whole subject of getting rid of unborn children; they didn't understand that until that child was actually born, it had no soul, and therefore getting rid of it early made everything so much simpler.
The doctors brows furrowed as he looked at me.
"Is that what she wants?"
"She's undecided."
She hadn't given it much thought she'd been so high the past week, but I'd given it plenty.
"Well," he didn't look like he believed me, "if your wife doesn't want your child, I would still suggest at least two months into the pregnancy before anything is done; her body is in a very fragile state right now."
He literally just thought I was an asshole who didn't want kids, I could see it all over his face. He didn't think Kenali wanted to get rid of it, which he was giving me such a long time frame.
What a fucker.
"Thanks," I muttered, returning to her room, seeing she'd spilled the red berries all over her lap and was currently crying over it.
"I spilled all of them," she wailed, and I sighed, stepping to her side.
"It's okay, Kenali. It's just strawberries. You can still eat them," I muttered, picking them out of her lap and back into the carton. "They're fine."
"But they fell," her lips trembled as she looked up at me, her violet eyes damp and upset. "They're bad now."
I winced.
"Not everything that falls is bad, love," I murmured, stroking her hair out of her face. An example of that was her.
She'd fallen, but she was still amazing.
She was the closest to heaven I would ever get.
And I didn't want her to think badly of herself.

"There we go, love," I grunted, kicking the hotel door shut behind us as I carried her across the room to the bed. She was still completely out of it, her eyes drooping. She'd slept all the way over here, and she was probably going to sleep for a long time after they'd given her so many meds.
I Seriously Didnt Think All Of Them Were Necessary.
Especially the prenatal.
She wasn't having the fucking thing.
I laid her down gently on the bed, tugging on the sheets and covering her quickly. I tucked the blankets down around her, keeping her on her back. She mumbled incoherently at me, her fingers slipping off my shoulder.
Poor love.
I sighed, hastily stepping out of the bedroom and shutting the door firmly behind me.
I lifted my phone out of my back pocket, pressing it to my ear.
"What?"
This was the first time Andy had called me in what seemed like months. He checked on her through CC, I knew what he was doing. He was afraid to even talk to her, he felt like such shit over the whole Kennedi situation.
He'd visited her in the hospital, but she'd been unconscious and dopey at the time so I doubt she remembered. He was still in love with her, but I wasn't sure if Andy the human was or if it was actually Andiel.
Who I had really come to hate.
"Er, hello to you too, Ash."
"What do you want, Andy?" I sighed, running my hand down my face. "I just got back to the hotel with Kenna, she's sleeping."
"Oh... Good. That's good. So she's really okay?"
"Yes."
"Did they ever figure out what caused it?"
"Er, no," I lied, pressing the button on the coffee pot. "They couldn't figure it out."
Black veins tried to do the right thing and clean out the poisonous human in her womb. I should've fucking let it do it instead of intervening, because now we were going to have a fucking situation on our hands.
And it was this assholes fault, too.
Or rather Andiels.
Had that asshole done this on purpose, gotten her pregnant in his human form? He knew she would have to raise it herself, it wasn't some fucking gift.
"God, man, she was bleeding so badly --- how can they not figure out what happened? It doesn't make sense."
Not to an ignorant human like him.
I huffed, staring at the coffee pot as it perculated.
"Doctors aren't worth their weight in salt," I muttered, glancing back at the bedroom door. "All they did was medicate her so much she cried over a dropped strawberry, it's ridiculous. and if she's not crying, she's sleeping."
"So you mean it's about normal then?"
My lips twitched. "Yeah, I guess."
Fucker.
He shouldn't make jokes right now.
Even if they were true.
I sighed, and started pouring myself a cup of coffee, aware it was going to be a long couple of days with her stoned like that; or it was until her system got used to the drugs and they stopped working suddenly.
That's generally what happened.
"Oh, and Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"Um... Look, dude, I know we've... Not really been on the best of terms lately, and I just... I don't want things to be fucked up between us, alright?"
"Yeah, man, don't worry about it," I muttered.
He meant he wanted to apologize for snapping Kenali up and sleeping with her when he knew I cared about her. He wanted to apologize for fucking another girl as soon as Kenali was no longer interesting enough for him and letting her go.
He knew I would take her back as long as she would let me, and he was only apologizing because he didn't want us to be on bad terms because he slept with my woman and then gave her back when he was done with her.
I wasn't an idiot.
And I wasn't the one he should be apologizing too, either.
He hurt her more by sleeping with Kennedi then what even I had done.
"Andy."
"Yeah, man?"
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing too."
And I ended the call.
Right now I had to focus on Kenali, not his pathetic ass. My girl needed some TLC, and apparently I was the only one who cared enough to stick around.

"Stop it!"
"Sit fucking still!"
"Get the hell off me!"
"Goddammit, Kenali, stop moving!"
"Get. OFF OF ME!"
I growled in frustration, struggling with her so I could have my way. I wasn't even sure why she was fighting me so.much, I'd seen her naked so many times I knew her body as well as mine.
And she REALLY needed a bath.
"Nooo!" she flailed, splashing water all over my chest as I held her down in the tub, scrubbing the scent of the hospital off her skin while she struggled like a small child, her eyes dilated amd wild.
"I don't wanna!"
"Well you have too," I grunted, the entire front and sleeves of my white shirt soaked with bath water. "You need a bath and clearly you can't give yourself one."
"I can too!"
"You'd already been in here an hour," I huffed, pretty sure I'd covered all the basics. I'd left her to take A quick shower, not an hour long bubble bath where most of the bubbles had ended up all over the walls of the hotel bathroom, and she still hadn't scrubbed off.
It was like dealing with a child right now.
Which made me even more sure she shouldn't have one.
She was still so young, and she had no idea what she was doing. She didn't understand this world yet, she was immature --- hell, I had to take care of her even when she was with Andy, so I knew he wouldn't be able to help any.
Plus I was pretty sure I'd pissed him off with what I'd said yesterday.
But it was the truth, he didn't need to apologize to me, he needed to Apologize to her.
she was the one he'd fucked over, not me.
I sighed, grabbing the towel and ushering Kenali to her feet so I could wrap it around her. She pouted as I dried her hair with one, and I smacked her hand when she tried to pick things up off the sink.
She needed to go back to sleep and get all the damned drugs out of her system already. They would leave quicker if she would feed, but I worried.
Carrying a human child made her body more human, it needed to be to accommodate, which meant it might also take it longer to heal. I didn't want her sleeping with anyone until I was sure it wouldn't hurt her.
Though who she was going to sleep with right now...
Not the time to think about it.
I struggled some clothes over her head, ignoring how cute she was when she pouted, biting her lower lip and huffing.
"Up," I commanded, and she stood reluctantly, wearing nothing more then one of my t shirts and some underwear as I guided her back into the bedroom, making her sit. I lifted her smooth legs up onto the bed and shuffled the blankets over her, not wanting her to get chilly.
"Don't you leave this bed," I warned, taking a step over to the closet.
"Or you'll what?" she challenged, flouncing her arms.
"You don't want to know."
I unbuttoned my soaked shirt, letting it drop to the floor as I grabbed another one, feeling the chill of the room against my skin.
God she was such a pain.
I hastily unbuttoned my jeans, kicking them off and grabbing a pair of sweats that wasn't soaked in bubbles and shampoo. I sighed as I slipped them up my hips, tugging on the string to make them tighter.
I'd lost some weight.
I felt a cold pair of hands slip around my waist, and I glanced down at her, frowning
"What are you doing?"
"Holding you." she mumbled, pressing her lips against the scars on my back, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to lean back into her for a moment.
I missed my wings, but...
If I hadn't Fell, would I have ever felt this way for Kenali? She had always been such a good girl, an adamant and loyal follow to such a point it was almost sickening. And she still was, to a point.
I turned in her arms, letting mine slip around her small waist. She nuzzled my chest, her eyes closed.
"What am I going to do with you?" I sighed, pressing my lips into her damp hair. "You drive me crazy."
"Likewise," she mumbled, letting her eyes drift open as she looked up at me, propping her chin on my chest. "You're an ass most of the time. I don't know why I care about you."
"The feelings mutual," I chuckled, and leaned down impulsively, kissing her nose. "Now let's get you back into bed, shall we?"
"Mkay."
Precious little thing.
I bent down, easily lifting her up into my arms, and she giggled, wrapping hers around my neck. I felt her lips press against my skin as I sat both of us down on the bed, letting her cuddle in my arms.
She wouldn't do this with me once she came to her senses.
She would hate me again after this.
I laid back slowly, letting her lay across my chest, and she stretched her arms, her fingers tangling through mine.
"Mhmph. I missed this," she sighed, curling her legs up where mine dangled off the side of the bed.
The room was nice, but I'd paid for it to be.
It was gold toned, with a four poster bed and a claw foot tub that I was excited to use myself. The bed was soft, the covers thick and clean, and the maid changed them every morning. There was a kitchenette and fancy table, and I was starting to believe this was setup for business stays then anything else.
Not that it mattered.
"I missed it too." I murmured, stroking her red hair where it splayed across my chest. "I'm sorry you hate me. I know I deserve it."
"I don't hate you," she yawned, pressing her lips against my chest. "I love you, Ashlan. You... Just infuriate me and make me wish I could throw a building at you sometimes."
"But you love Andiel more," I muttered, gazing up at the canopy top, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
"I love you both," she replied, raising her head slightly to look at me. "Why is that not okay?"
Because I didn't like sharing.
Because I loved her whole heartedly and I wanted her to do the same.
And she cared for me, she loved me, but ---.
"I just wish you could love me as I do you, Kenali." I said, knowing she was about asleep and wouldn't remember this anyway. "I wish you didn't love him, that you weren't carrying his, his child... I wish there was a chance that we could erase everything that's happened and just, just start fresh." I sighed.
"I do too." she murmured. "I wish I could just... Just..."
Her eyes were fluttering, and before she could finish she was asleep, still sprawled across my chest with her damp hair.
The medication was strong.
I grimaced, then rolled, letting her slip off onto the bed. I slipped under the covers with her, carefully letting my arm rest around her waist.
I was going to take advantage of this until she remembered she hated me.
Right now, she would snuggle with me and playfully kiss me like nothing was wrong, but it was just because she was doped up so much she probably didn't realize where she was.
And I was going to miss her so much.
Because I knew she wouldn't stay with me, no matter how much I took care of her.
I Wasnt That Lucky.

Notes

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