𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖

Oh, my God. You are a demon.

he looked at her almost as if she had delivered the best news in the world, but they were strangers, and this was definitely not a blessing. suri states, blinking a few times as he swooned over her situation, his hand resting on her stomach in way that made it turn. the with lifted a hand, gripping his wrist to pry his hand away, before stopping in her tracks, “you’re crazy…” she whispered, shaking her head, “I haven’t — made a decision yet, archie… its not even a baby yet it’s — I’m just two weeks… it’s…” suri shook her head, biting her lower lip as she brought her hands up to cover her face, “you’re making me feel insane, archiekins, you really are…” she managed an unamused laugh, before stopping, looking him over, “this is my choice — my body, you know? I didn’t expect you to want a baby with me when you barely know me.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m not.” Archie clenched his jaw tightly, gaze dropping to the hand Suri forcibly removed with the same confusion known for a child who couldn’t understand the most simple of basic rules everyone should know. No one was there to tell him what every emotional cue meant, god, he almost wished Marley was here. “It’s still a baby whether it’s just starting out or in full bloom.” He furrowed his brows as his fingers trailed along the woman’s wrists, gently nudging them from her face, “I’m not trying to make you feel insane, Suri, I’m just, I want both of us to be okay with this.” He sighed before dropping his hands, “I had an epiphany the other day, darling, one it seems I’m no longer subtle with.” Was he ever on the subtle spectrum, “The let me get to know you better than I already do. I’ll tell you anything you don’t already know about me. Fuck, Suri, there’s so much you don’t know. And I need you to accept me for who, what, I am.”

she knew that none of this mattered to him, she hadn’t cared before hand and probably wouldn’t have cared had it not been for what she knew now. the witch’s expression fell at his words, but it had exceedingly little to do with the deaths that followed him, it seemed. tears welled in her eyes for a moment, before disappearing altogether. “um,” she mumbled, pulling away from archie and heading towards the box on her bed, she picked it up and almost cradled it, moving back towards archie and offering it up to him. inside lay tests, more than enough to confirm what suri had been fearing, what she feared now as she looked up at him, “I didn’t know whether to — tell you but then… I have nobody else to tell and now —“ she dropped her head, “I don’t know what to do.”

Archie knew how to pretend comforting when the water works came out to play, but faking the caring friend seemed out of place for this situation. He was more concerned with the burning inquisitiveness as to why Suri felt the need to cry in his presence than he was with soothing the problems away. Instead, he silently watched as the woman retrieved a box from her bed with the irritating confusion gnawing at his skin like an itch he needed to scratch. “What is this?” Archie took the box and reached a hand inside, rifling through the various sticks until it dawned on him that they were tests. Pregnancy test. Each one…positive. “Oh my god,” Now, this, this was a sign from heaven above. How is it Archibald had wished for a child, a child with Suri for that matter, and he arrives to discover she was pregnant with a baby forged from his blood? “Suri, you have no reason to be upset.” He approached the girl, a hand dropping to cup her stomach, “I knew from the moment I met you you would be strong to handle anything and our child is going to be everything we ever hoped for.”

suri seemed to melt almost instantly when the other stepped inside, her hand on his own provided a comfort she’d sought out, but never expected to receive from the man. her entire frame seemed to tremble and suri wasted no time in asking what had first graced her mind, “what are you?” she blurted out, needing to know if this was something she’d be able to get through, did she have a choice? could she consider the other option? “archie, it didn’t matter before but it matters now — tell me what you are… please.” each word left her lips in a gasp, her heart pounded, almost feeling as though it could crash through her chest, her knees buckling ever so slightly as she wrestled her hand from his grip and instead placed both of her own on his elbows, eyes searching his in desperation:

she paced the length of her room, glancing every once in a while towards the door, and then the open box on her bed in which she’d stuffed the evidence of her nights efforts to convince herself otherwise, not that they’d done the job. her head was spinning, and it was only now that suri realised she was alone. many friends, of course, but no family, no one to come to her rescue or soothe her nerves, no one but the one person she was most anxious to come into contact with again. the witch’s fingers pushed through her mane, repeated attempts at messaging and calling anybody else were passed up because of course, who else would be up and willing to talk at such a late hour? and who would she divulge to? colby? her stomach turned and instinctively, the witch lifted her hand to it, only to suddenly obsess over the placement. she looked down at the shirt that hung loosely from her body, an old t-shirt that presumably belonged to someone from her list of past lovers, something that she often slept in simply because she enjoyed how petite she felt in it. now it felt dirty, wrong. the knock eventually arrived at her door and suri’s head whipped up, her teeth chewing incessantly at her lower lip as she slowly moved to open it, hesitating before doing so. “hi—“ she breathed, “I need you to —“ she stepped aside, dropping her head and gestured into the apartment, “just come in.”