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The homestead is eerily silent since we returned. There’s been a strange atmosphere in the whole Homestead and even the village out back seems still and devoid of noise. Everyone is home licking their wounds, absorbing the reality of what we just did and went through, and homes are filled with warm reunions and an aura of hope. The air is lighter, brighter and the fog is completely gone. It feels like something huge is now settling to dust yet spirits are high despite the need for peace.

Colton is sat on the bed drying his hair after the third shower he took to rid himself of a weeklong buildup of debris, grime, and of course, Vampire blood. Something he does when he needs to think for a while, and I know he probably wanted space from me to let the remainder of his anger fizzles a little. Even though now, I’m laid on the bed behind him and he seems so much calmer than before.

I’m resting after a soak in the tub in our other bathroom where I took time to rid myself of all the vileness of our hectic adventure. It was weird taking time apart to get clean, but he’s been reserved since we came home, simmering from anger to sadness and a lot of up and down mood swings. I know he’s probably going through every memory a dozen times to really take in the fact he lost days of his life, when to him it was seconds of a blink of an eye. I know he’s processing and thinking it all through and I’m waiting for him to come out of his head before I approach him again

He stayed close, even though he needed space and he hasn’t been cold or anywhere near as mad as he was on the walk home, but I can tell he still has so much brewing and for my own sanity I am leaving him be.

Meadow is avoiding him too as the two of them are no longer talking. On returning home they had a huge showdown in the study, venting, arguing, stubborn meeting fire, and I know it was his way of letting everything out. His self-guilt, his feelings of failure and the knowledge of everything we have done without him here to protect us.

I know that seeing how he hurt me is killing him, his obvious distress and pain is overwhelming me, no matter how hard I try to reassure him that he couldn’t control what happened. He hasn’t said much about my pregnancy since things diffused again, but I guess given everything he has to process that maybe he doesn’t know how to react. I mean what could he say after the doctor checked me over and said I was perfectly fine. He looked relieved, held my hand, and then silently brought me up here to clean up and rest, making sure I was brought food even if he was still inwardly raging my way.

It’s hardly great timing and with my abilities held back and making me vulnerable, it only adds to his worry that I might get hurt or that worse could have happened out there. I get why he’s being like this, I do, but it has me so on edge and really not how I thought he would be when I got him back. I guess knowing just how overprotective and anal he is about my always being safe and pampered is confirmed with how much sulking he’s doing and how much he yelled at his Mom and Meadow. Colton has always been one to aggressively lash out when he was in the most emotional turmoil, even my way and now he’s brooding. I hope it doesn’t last long given how much I just want to curl up and be like we were before any of this happened.

I know him only too well, and as I watch that muscular body, now in sweats and fresh as a daisy despite being topless, I can still see how tight and rigid his muscles are. Carrying his tension and stress and I want so badly to smooth them out and roll up in his arms to relieve him. He’s avoiding touch too, to punish me for putting myself in danger, lugging my ass to another state, and heading a war against our own warriors. I’m majorly in the doghouse even though he did admit out there that the spell being broken wouldn’t have come about any other way.

Every one of the sub pack have gone to their rooms to clean up, after a brief emotional reunion downstairs too. Now they’ve gone to eat and rest before the arranged grand hall meeting where Colton intends to debrief the pack and tell them what happens now. Time out is where we are at and then we come together to talk about the future of the pack and the possibility this might be nearing the end of the Vampire battles. There’s just so much.

“You’re never this quiet for this long, you’re scaring me.” I finally break when he rests back on the edge of the bed away from me, my nerves and anxiety too much to bare anymore. I lift my foot and nudge him gently in the butt, pulling his attention back to me with a coy smile and a look on my face that I hope tugs at his heart strings. Full on puppy dog eyes and pouty lips because he’s being so distant and quiet, and I don’t like it one bit.

He turns and looks at me for a moment, making me hold my breath and I tense, wondering what’s to come next, but he sighs, and I find myself doing it with him. A sense of letting go in the air as his emotions finally merge with mine and some of that wall comes down a little, making me relax a touch. He pulls himself up and instantly crawls up the bed and lies down beside me, making the mattress dip so I roll towards him.

Stretching out to meet my position, he puts his palm on my abdomen gently, a stillness to his manner and I hold still and wait for him to make the moves, because I’m so unsure on how he’ll react. His eyes move to where he’s holding and yet his face is so hard to read and he feels me looking at him and avoids my eye contact. He pushes his face towards me, ducking down so I can’t see him, nuzzling in against my shoulder as his breath plays softly over the skin on show from my light nightdress. His presence alone warms me to my core and calms some of my inner anxiety, sinking against him and exhaling heavily, even though I know he’s unwilling to fully uncurl.

“There’s a lot……. My heads a little fried. I’m also sort of shellshocked about this.” he gazes at my stomach and blinks back the instant damp sheen on his eyes and exhales heavily once more. My heart skipping a beat or two with the slightest worry that maybe babies are not something he’s actually happy about and that’s why he’s being evasive and strange. We have never really talked about it and we were using precautions to avoid exactly this.

My heart flutters with the very real possibility that this isn’t just down to his guilt gnawing at his soul, but the fact he’s going to be a father and maybe it was never in the plan for him. I swallow heavily and try not to dwell on the slight chance, he’s devastated about it.