#c;riley

Juri was looking increasingly ragged as he walked through the neighborhood. His worst nightmares was coming true, the tea leaves signifying death, then a text from a certain someone. Juri was very worn out. The witch wore the sunglasses and his backpack as he drudged towards Riley's place. He knocked feebly and waiting for an answer. His throat betraying him as he heard the door open. He prayed Riley wont turn him away. But he wouldn't blame her if he did.

"Help." He mustered.

It feels like his heart sinks straight into his stomach at her words. She was leaving. He wants to argue and tell her she can’t just leave. But he doesn’t have any right to say such a thing. He was the one who had broken them up. If she didn’t want him back, it was his own fault. 

Having gotten through her first trimester left Riley with a sense of peace that had not existed until now. Of course, telling both sets of parents hadn’t helped her mind but now that too was over.

Riley carried a load of laundry towards the dresser, pausing in front of the mirror. She grinned a bit and moved to set the laundry down to return to the mirror once more. Both hands moved over her bump, now very visible as she was so small framed and Baby Hayes was growing wonderfully.

Riley was coming off of the end of her shift and in desperate need for a caffeine fix. Her favorite coffee shop was pretty full by the time she wandered in, the few tables already full. Riley bit her lip, carrying her coffee in one hand and her book in the other, intending to read a few chapters before heading home for the evening.

The boy sits on his bed, knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. There are a few boxes and bags packed and lining the wall near the door. They’d all been packed for him while he’d been told to sit still and not touch or look at anything in case it might set of another one of his ‘fits’. Thea was coming with him to this ‘supernatural house’ Xander spoke of, but it didn’t make Riley feel much better. He’d come to adore his half-sister, but that didn’t mean he wanted to change his whole life around for some stupid powers he’d been given that he most definitely did not want. 

He looks up as the door creaks open and he sees a familiar flash of red hair. He’s reminded of the first time he met the woman. Maria had come to pick him and his sister up and Ara had been there. She’d even talked to him and had been part of the reason he even gave Maria a chance.