Chapter 48: Chapter Forty-Eight

The next few days were much like the days after Damien and I had our first fight. I stayed in my room until he left for work, and when it was time for him to come home, I'd go back into my room. After what Sinclair did, it was like we were two strangers living in the same house. I found that I was too scared to be around him anymore. I knew in my heart that what Damien did wasn't his fault, but my brain wasn't so optimistic. After a week and a half, of not seeing or talking to Damien, I decided to go out for a drive.

I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to be out of the house to clear my mind.

After a while of driving around, I nearly had a heart attack when my phone began ringing. I hadn't heard it ring in so long, I wasn't expecting it. Damien and Sam are the only ones who have my phone number. So it must be Damien calling.

"Hello?" I said, pushing the answer button.

"Where are you?" Damien asked, his voice filled with worry.

"What do you mean?" I asked, then looked at the dashboard to find it was after 2pm. I didn't realize I had been gone that long, I guess I really was driving around for hours. But why was Damien home so early? He usually returned by about 5pm. I looked up to try and find a street name, or try to place my surroundings, but what I saw was more than I could handle. "Um... I swear I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The reality of where I was hit me like a freight train, knocking the air out of my lungs. It was hard for me to breathe, and I felt myself starting to hyperventilate.

"Hey, calm down kitten. Breathe." Damien said softly as I heard the slam of a car door, then the purr of the engine. "That's it, just breathe." He mumbled softly to me, until my heart rate calmed, and I could breathe again. "Where?"

"My parents house." I whispered, looking up at the big blue house staring back at me. I didn't know how much it scared me to be back here, until it happened. What if a cop saw me? What if my parents saw me? Coming back home shouldn't be filled with terror and angst, but that's all I could feel when I saw the house.

"I'll be there soon, kitten. Just breath and do not get out of the car. Okay?"

"I don't think I can drive." I responded, then quickly added: "Please don't hang up." Just the thought of not having Damien's voice in my ear filled me with even more fear than the house did, making me realize I really couldn't be without him.

"You won't be able to hear me while I run." He argued. I heard the engine accelerating, then being slammed in park.

"I don't care."

"Okay. Just relax, I'll be there in a minute." He said. Almost immediately the microphone was filled with air, as he ran. It sounded like he was in a tunnel, going hundreds of mph, which wasn't actually far from the truth. In only minutes, the sudden closing of my car door brought me back to reality as Damien sat in the passenger seat. Only then did he end the phone call. "Do you want me to-" He started to ask, but was cut off as I threw myself in his arms, sobbing quietly. "Oh, Bast." He purred softly, rubbing my back, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into his chest.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I've been so mean to you."

"I crossed a line, I truly never thought I would. You had every right, kitten. I'm the only one who has a reason to apologize." He whispered into my hair as he set me down in the passenger seat, then walked around the car to the drivers side. "Sinclair has returned, with the witch. That's why I wanted to see where you were."

I looked over at Damien, my eyes wide in surprise. I knew Sinclair had left to find her, but I thought it would take him much longer. Or more accurately, I didn't really believe he would find her.

"So... Can she?" I asked slowly, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that there may actually be a chance of Damien and me having a child together. It seemed so far-fetched. How could a witch really do something like that? How could she change the boundaries of nature? And once those boundaries are changed, will the baby be human, vampire, or a hybrid? So many questions were swimming through my head, I hadn't noticed that Damien was sitting there staring at me, waiting. I was so engrossed, I hadn't even heard Damien's question. "Sorry, what?"

Damien chuckled as he watched me, then took my hand and kissed it softly. "I said; We can go and talk to her. No decisions need to be made immediately. I told her she could stay in the guest house, while we decide."

"If she stays in the guest house, where will Sinclair stay?"

"He's a vampire. He doesn't need a bed, Bast." Damien responded as he began the drive back home.

"Right, I knew that. So if vampires and witches exist, what else does?"

"Unfortunately, more than you'll wish you knew about."

"I'll take your word for it. Do you want this?" I asked him softly, turning to look at him. I know I want it, but what I wanted shouldn't always take precedence over what Damien wanted.

"If this is what you want, then-" He started to say, but I cut him off.

"No, Damien. This is a big decision, I will live without a baby. If you don't want this, we won't do it."

"Karin couldn't have kids. After being with her for so long, I kind of got used to a life without one. But yes, I want a child, and I always have. My reservations about it are only concerns for your safety. I don't know what is needed for this to be possible. But if it is any way a danger to you, I couldn't make the decision to risk your life." He responded as we arrived home, and pulled up the driveway.

I took a deep breath as I put my hand on the handle, but found I was too nervous to open the car door.

"Let's go see the witch." Damien said after kissing me on the forehead, then stepped out of the car.