One of her attempts to run away didn’t last very long. She had found some secluded cabin in the mountains in Ireland, also not the smartest move. He’d give her time to think she’s safe before moving in, but then he began sensing that something was wrong.
He went to her during the early morning hours. He just so happened to walk into her bedroom when she was sliding out of bed.
Somethings not right. She can smell the horrid odor of blood and flesh, and it just makes her head spin, and the throbbing got worse. Her chest was pounding almost violently as she began to shuffle to the bathroom again.
Balor stood in front of her through and looked down at her.
‘The fuck?’ He watches her try to move past him and she’s looking right through him. Does she even realize he’s there? Something is wrong. Balor sees the faraway look in her eyes and cautiously moves aside.
After another few steps she’s sinking to her knees in front of the toilet and Balor is right behind her, grabbing long locks of her hair from her face before she begins heaving again. He realizes nothing is coming up, and she’s probably just vomiting bile. She gasps for air as another wave of nausea hits and she heaved again.
Balor is stroking her back slowly and he can feel she’s clammy. Poor thing is shaking like she was freezing. She weakly forced herself to her knees and wipes off her face before stumbling to the sink.
“(Y/N)?” Balor whispers in her ear. She lets out a groan trying to twist the faucet handle, but her shaky arms don’t even have the strength to do that. Balor s large hand covers hers and aids her in turning on the water.
She’s just staring at the water like she forgot what she wanted it for then she sees another hand in front of her face holding a palm full of water.
“Drink love…” He whispers into her ear. Balor presses against her more firmly and nudges his cupped hand to her lips till she finally accepts the water. He gives her another couple handfuls before she finally bows her head in exhaustion.
Her knees had bucked and had it not been for him pressing her into the sink she would have smashed her face into the porcelain.
After a few more moments she regains her footing again and stands. She tries to move past him again but he’s got a firm grip on her arms. He knows she could pass out at any moment but he wants her to see he’s there. It’s like she’s looking right through him again.
“Hey, look at me…(y/n) look at me.” He holds her out at arms length and tries to look her in the eye. She’s too tired and weak to even look at him. She keeps trying to walk past him.
Balor finally admits defeat and moves with her back to the bed and places her back beneath the covers.
“You’re fine now love, I’m here..” he whispers to her again. She nods weakly before bringing the covers more snugly around her and falls asleep.
Balor goes to the bathroom to investigate. She’d been sick alright, he can smell it. He peaks down into the small garage can and sees a box laying in there. He reaches in and picks it up. His eyes grow wide seeing the label on the front.
He quickly pulls out the little piece of plastic inside and reads the back of the box again.
A plus sign. Pregnant. She’s pregnant.
“Oh my love..” he smiles looking back at his sleeping wife. He almost glides onto the bed next to her and sets the positive test on the nightstand beside them. Balor is careful not to jostle her too much and places a gentle kiss to her cheek.
He’d have more to say to her in the morning, and he was sure she’d be more than surprised to see him. But for now, he lay beside her, his leg slinging around her waist and his hand rubbing her arm.
He loved his sweet little wife.
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