I'm the Mother of the Heroine? (Book 1)

Chapter 8

"How do I know that's not poison or something to make me docile?"

She must think I'm really dumb if she thinks I'd drink something li- before I could process what was going on she'd placed the cup to her pretty lips and sipped some. 

Then she held it to me again. I waited to see if she really was okay before taking the cup from her hands. Her eyes slightly drifted off in thought and I stared at the cup at where her lips had been previously. Then I touched my own to that spot to drink the medicine. 

"What's your name?"

I felt like killing this woman. She was pretty but she'd asked the question I not only didn't have an answer for but hated. 

"If you don't want to tell me than I'll just choose one for you. How about Nathaniel?" She'd ignored my death glare and continued on but after hearing what she said I gave a short nod. 

This woman gave me a name. My name is.. Nathaniel.

  "I'll leave so that you can rest. If you need anything, Celia my maid, will be just next door. I'll be down the hall in my daughter Helena's room. Feel free to join us if you feel lonely."  

The woman reached over and grabbed the cup from me but stopped to touch my hand with her warm and smooth one. She smelled really good. 

  "I'll also have someone make you some porridge. Right now your body is too weak for anything more substantial." 

I watched her head towards the door. She'd actually never told me her name.. even though she'd forced a name on me. 

Earlier I'd taken note of everything about the woman. She'd been wearing a lace lined red top that stopped above her belly button that had a beauty mark next to it. Her breasts were ample for her tiny stature. What had intrigued me the most, aside from the beautiful silver and pink thigh length hair, was the Markings exposed. 

On her right shoulder I'd taken notice of 6 Stars that 'seemed' turquoise but it almost looked like they couldn't figure out which color to choose. Her entire arms were covered in flowers of every kind, water, even a few water faeries were present, and when she'd turned around I'd been shocked at the beautiful eye catching glimpses of fluttering butterflies of all colors along her back. 

Her floor length red skirt had covered her legs so I didn't see any of her other markings but from the peek of something I caught a glimpse of, I knew she was covered there as well. 

I want to see them. I'd subconsciously begun to shake with renewed excitement but probably looked like I was just scared.

The maid had brought food and I ate it. Although the beautiful lady had said I could join her and her.. daughter, I didn't want proof that she belonged to a man shoved into my face. It didn't matter anyways, once this body grew.. she'd be mine. 

I couldn't help the smirk that spread on my face. 

"Ah.. that's a nice smirk you got there, kid. What the fuck are you doing in my house?"

I turned around quickly and narrowed my eyes before trying to use my magic but I was still too weak.

"Hmm? You've got the same as me? No.. not entirely. Interesting. How'd you get here," asked the man with orange hair. He had a smile on his face but for some reason he gave me 'dangerous' vibes.

"A woman brought me here."

The dangerous vibes around him seemed to shut down at the mention of the woman. "Ohh~ my dear sister? Well, that makes all the difference."

He sort of singsonged and I took a step back. 

Before I could determine the best escape route, the door opened and the woman's head popped in. When she saw the man she looked shocked before a smile broke out. 

"Damon? When did you get back?" Her body had collided with his and he engulfed her in a hug with a chuckle. 

"Not too long ago. Mind telling me why there's another child here when I get home? Did we have another?"

His words were ambiguous enough that I couldn't help clenching my hands and teeth. Over her head he saw my reaction and smirked.

She pulled away and walked towards me cautiously before tentatively trying to reach for my hand to introduce me to the asshole in front. 

I'd slipped my hand into hers which seemed to stutter her breath in shock. I liked the reaction. Made me want to shock her breathless a lot. 

Her smile seemed to shine with warmth and love at my actions before turning back to her brother. 

"This is Nathaniel. Nathaniel, this is my brother Damon."

A/N: Was this fine? I know Nathaniel seems older but I feel with the things he'd been put through.. the child would grow up faster. If there's anything you guys suggest me to change, let me know. On a side note: Should I do these kind of switched POV chapters sometimes? This chapter was the longest one so far.. Hope it wasn't too off putting.