Chapter 79 CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
EMILY’S POV
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Chiara mutters out.
“It’s too late now, with my contraptions, I don’t think it’s advisable to change form now.”
“We have to give birth to our babies, no matter what.” I told her firmly.
“We are strong together, and our babies are stronger. I can already sense their strength,” Chiara told me.
“Push….,” Rachel’s voice rang out, breaking my conversation with Chiara.
I held in my breath, pushing with all my might. I screamed out as hot pain ran through my lower tummy, clutching Roman’s hands tightly.
“It’s ok Emily, you can do this,” Roman whispered out soothingly.
I nodded my head at him, breathing out loudly, before pushing again.
I could feel Chiara giving me her strength also. My first child tore through my vagina, before the other followed closely, their loud cries filling the whole room.
I breathed out in exhaustion, slumping down on the bed, before smiling weakly at Roman who was caressing my hair gently.
“You did good, my love.” Roman whispered out.
“Our babies, are they ok?” I asked tiredly, blinking my eyes at the sudden exhaustion taking over.
“They are perfect,” Roman told me. “It’s ok, you can relax now.”
I smiled at him, closing my eyes as exhaustion finally won.
When I woke up again, Roman was resting on the bed closer to me, his thick strong hands gently stroking our little babies nestled in his hands.
“Hey,” I whispered out, turning my body a bit, so I could watch them.
“How are you feeling?” Roman asked me, cradling our babies gently, before standing up.
“Fine I guess, a little bit sore and really tired. How are they?”
“Fine, fine, just hungry. We didn’t want to disturb you, but are you able to feed them now?”
I nodded my head, slowly sitting up, breathing out in exhaustion.
I leaned my back comfortably against the bed post, arranging myself properly to receive my child.
“Do we go one after or together?” Roman asked me, before glancing down at our babies.
“This is my first time giving birth too,” I say, chuckling a bit. “We're gonna have to figure it out together.”
Roman smiled, before gently passing our babies to me.
I brought out my breast, giving one to the other, before doing the same.
“It’s a boy and a girl,” Roman whispered out affectionately.
“I am thinking Kathleen for the girl and Andrew for the boy. What do you think?” he asked me.
“Why Kathleen?” I asked him, glancing down at my little cuties. Their beautiful little faces blinked up at me.
“I don’t know, don’t you like it?” He asked me, stroking my hair.
“I do,” I told him. “But I want to add more. Kathleen Grace, Andrew Matthew. That’s more fitting.”
“Anything you want, love,” Roman mumbles out.
“Where is Killian?” I asked, looking around. The huge tall man has been stuck to my side since he changed back to his human body.
“Rachel is running a few tests on him. We don’t know what happened, but he seems more docile now, and can tolerate leaving your presence.”
“Are you missing your first child?” Roman asked playfully.
“That’s good news,” I told him, laughing at his playful jab.
After making sure they were properly fed, Roman laid our now sleeping babies down, before helping me lie down.
I must have dozed off again, because the next time I woke, Roman wasn’t by my side. Instead Anthony was seated on the chair at the far end, going through his grandfather's journal.
“Hello…,” I say, startling Anthony.
He raised his head up, smiling wide, before standing up.
“I must say Emily, you keep surprising me every time. How are you feeling?” He asked me softly.
“I am fine, thank you Anthony, I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am. If it wasn’t for you, or Rachel, none of these would have been possible.”
“Hey.., hey. None of that ok? I owe it to your mother to make sure everything turns out well.”
“She is alive you know,” I whisper out brokenly. “Just in that cage, all alone.”
“I saw a little bit of where she was, and Anthony, what those people are doing is utterly barbaric.”
“Hey, you need to rest first ok? Get back your strength. Your mother is strong, child. And now that she knows you are alive, I bet you she will fight harder.”
“We're gonna figure this out you hear?” Anthony told me firmly.
I nodded my head at him, letting the tears flow down my face.
I am really really thankful for everyone surrounding me today, especially Roman.
But I still felt this pinch of sadness, especially now I knew my parents were alive, maybe not in the condition I would have preferred, but alive nonetheless.
Roman came in, a tray of hot soup in his hands, Rachel and Castor not far behind.
“What’s going on?” he asked, alarmed at the tears on my face.
“It’s nothing,” I told him, wiping my tears away.
Roman eyed Anthony warily, before placing down the tray on the bedside table.
He helped me sit upright, dragging a chair close to the bed, before sitting down on it.
“Congratulations Emily,” both Rachel and Castor said simultaneously.
I thanked them, before opening my mouth as Roman fed me from the soup now placed on his laps.
Rachel walked towards where the twins were laid, watching them as they slept peacefully.
“What’s their name?” she asked, turning briefly towards me.
“Kathleen Grace and Andrew Mathew,” Roman answered her, urging me to eat.
“Nice name,” Castor mutters, sharing a suspicious glance with Anthony.
“Look Emily, about what you saw, can you describe it like an image, an address or something?” Castor asked, looking at me.
“Are you serious?” Roman bellowed out, gripping the spoon in his hands tightly. “She just gave birth. It's not the right time.”
“I don’t see how Emily giving birth prevents her from recounting a very important piece of information.” Castor says calmly. “Better now, before she forgets any important details.”
I placed my hands on Roman own, calming him down.
“I know how important this is for you Cass.” Anthony says, sighing out loudly, “but please can this wait till Emily is a bit better?”
Castor stared at each of us, his face in that aloof calmness.
“Fine,” he mutters reluctantly. “But let’s not forget who is currently in their cell, undergoing different experiments.”
“My sister is not just any werewolf, she is a true Alpha. The more time she stays there, the more those barbaric bastards learn more about our kind.” He stared straight at me, his eyes gleaming with barely concealed anger, before storming off.
“Good riddance,” Roman mutters, passing me a bottle of water. “You don’t need to worry yourself with what he just said.”
“Your only goal now, should be getting better,” Roman told me firmly.
“But Castor is right. I was there, I saw them conducting an experiment, almost like they were trying to create their own werewolves or something.”
“I can’t just stay still, doing nothing why my mother remains their captive.”
“You will,” Anthony spoke up. “You have the gift of astral projection, and with our guidance, you will learn how to access, control and even carry anyone along. But first Emily, like Roman said, you need to focus on getting better.”
“Your children,” Rachel, who has been silent all this while, spoke out.
We all turned our heads towards her.
“What about them?” I asked, worried.
“Their eyes,” she whispered out, in shock or fear, her gaze intently focused on my children.
“It is completely red.”