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Aneysa walked out the bathroom shortly after, in time for Neteyam's breakfast.
"I made pancakes for my princess" he smirks.
"Do you really want me to call you daddy?" Aneysa fights back.
"Okay! Okay.. I'm sorry" Neteyam was quick to lose the fight, before Aneysa came to sit next to him.
"Thank you for making breakfast" she gives him a kiss on the cheek, as she sat down.
Neteyam chuckles, "I might start making it more often if you kiss me like that."
"I kiss you like that all the time" Aneysa responds.
"But after making you breakfast it makes me feel special when you do" Neteyam replies.
"You needy needy man" she squishes his cheeks.
They continue to watch television together, Aneysa was no longer thinking about the possibility of her having a baby.
At least not for the time being.
"Do wolves actually have that many babies?" Neteyam asks.
"It's possible. Then again, this is Hotel Transylvania so, who knows" Aneysa responds.
"I don't think I'd be able to take care of that many babies" Neteyam replies.
Aneysa looks at him confused, "in what sense did you ever think we'd have that many babies?"
Neteyam let's out a soft chuckle, as he looks at the expression on Aneysa's face, "I know I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. I'm quite happy, really."
"I'm going to need more context" Aneysa replies.
Neteyam sighs, as he turns slightly, to face her, "I'm just happy where we are. As a family. Me, you, the two kids upstairs asleep. It feels quite.. complete."
"Oh. I see" Aneysa let out a nervous chuckle.
"What's wrong?" Neteyam notices her awkward shift.
"Nothing" she quickly smiles and turns back around to the tv.
"Oh my favourite part" Neteyam looks towards the tv.
He then looks back at Aneysa, who seemed to be slightly.. out of place.
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A couple of days went by.
Yet, Aneysa was still too afraid to check. Let alone, tell anyone.
Despite her morning sickness making it more and more believable to her, she couldn't comprehend the fact that she might be with child.
Aneysa was not prepared for this, therefore she had no idea or clue, as to what to do.
"Your dress" Neteyam brings her the dress that she ordered, ready for her to wear at the opening for the gallery.
"Thank you" Aneysa responds.
"Do you drink late at night? Something I don't know about?" Neteyam asks.
"What? No. Why would I do that?" Aneysa asks.
"Im trying to figure out what makes you sick every morning" Neteyam replies, "the first guess would be pregnancy. I mean, it is the most obvious reason to morning sickness, but-?"
"I'm not pregnant" Aneysa was quick to be against it.
"I didn't say you were" Neteyam responded, "I just pointed out that it is one thing morning sickness is reasoned with. If you were pregnant, I'm sure you'd tell me. Right?"
"Of course" Aneysa responds.
... "of course."
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"Tsireya~ there's a letter for you" Lo'ak makes his way into the kitchen, finding her sat down with a tub of ice cream and a spoon.
She looks up at him guiltily, before he sigh, his shoulders dropping down.
He walks towards her, taking the spoon out her hand.
"Hey!" Tsireya tries to reach up to the spoon.
"What did the Drs say? You've gotta have a strict diet. If you continue to give into your cravings, it can be bad for you. I want you to be healthy" Lo'ak hands over her letter.
"So if I was fat, you wouldn't love me?" Tsireya asks.
"Please, if that was the case, I wouldn't be praying for you to get chubby. I like something to squish on to" Lo'ak responds.
Tsireya shook her head in disbelief, before she turns to the letter in her hand, letting Lo'ak place the ice cream back into the freezer.
Holding the flimsy envelope in her hand, she carefully slid her thumb under the flap, before pulling out the letter.
She fell silent, as her eyes were practically glued to the paper, her face suddenly turning pale.
"So, what's the letter for? Anything special or, just one of them buy one get one free today! coupons" Lo'ak chuckles, as he's making his way back to the table.
His smile fades when he notices the look on Tsireya's face.
"What? What is it?" He asks her, walking towards her.
Taking the paper out her hands, he reads the letter carefully, before a pit feeling hit his stomach.
"We have to tell my brother" Tsireya whispers.
"Who else knows about this?" Lo'ak asks, looking down at Tsireya.
"No one. It was only us four there, that day. Me, you, Ao'nung and Aneysa" Tsireya responds.
"So then, how does this person know?" Lo'ak asks, the paper practically being waved around in his hand.
"I don't- I don't know! But we have to tell Ao'nung" Tsireya replies, "oh and Aneysa too."
"No no, we can't tell her" Lo'ak was quick to respond.
"Why not?" Tsireya asks.
"Anything with her, my brother knows. I was there that day. You don't think he'd kill me for being a part of this?" Lo'ak asks.
"Well if you weren't part of it, then I would have got killed. Im sure he'd understand that, won't he?" Tsireya asks back, in response.
"I don't know. Let's just.. let's call your brother and we'll figure out from there" Lo'ak helps Tsireya up, the two of them making their way out the kitchen.
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"Can we um, stop by the pharmacy?" Aneysa asks, as she's sat in the car, Neteyam driving beside her.
"Sure, what do you need? You okay?" Neteyam asks her.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just these.. heels" she chuckles, "give me blisters so, I'm going to need some plasters."
"This is why I said, to wear something comfortable" Neteyam responds.
"Whilst everyone else is dressed in heels and a dress?" Aneysa asks.
"Who cares about everyone else?" Neteyam asks.
"Me. And besides, I wouldn't want your father to be embarrassed that his daughter in law isn't some.. posh, professional, office working, boring whore. Heels like this is what makes an outfit like this look.. mature" Aneysa explains herself.
"Very well" Neteyam sighs, "just for the record, many of the people who will be there tonight, I doubt will actually be rich, or posh, or professionals. Whores? Maybe."
Aneysa chuckles, "as long as I make a good impression for you and your father, then it's fine.
They arrive shortly at a stop, Aneysa heading into the pharmacy on her own, after arguing with Neteyam that he'd stay in the car.
As she walks in, she felt her heart beat increasingly getting faster and faster.
"Is everything alright?" The pharmacist asks.
"Y-yeah.. yes. Just looking for some plasters" she responds, nervously.
"Bottom shelf on the last isle" the pharmacist responds.
Aneysa nods with a smile, walking towards the plasters.
If anything, she couldn't care about whether or not there were any plasters around, but instead walked back and fourth, trying to figure out if she should take a pregnancy test.
"Fuck" she mutters under her breath, feeling indecisive as she begins to feel herself sweat.
If anything, she thought she'd be excited if she ever found out she was. But there was always the thought that she might not be.
Maybe her period is just late. Like it has been a couple of times.
What if she were to get herself happy for no reason?
After some thought, Aneysa picked up a box of plasters making her way to the counter.
"That'll be a dollar and seventy five cents" The pharmacist asks too.
"I need.. um.. a pregnancy test" Aneysa mumbles.
"Im sorry?" The pharmacist asks her rhetorically, looking at her confused.
"Pregnancy test" She says a little louder than her mumbles.
"Oh. Oh I see" The pharmacist puts on a smile as she turns her back for a moment, letting Aneysa breathe a little better, before she turns back around.
"This is the best stick we've got. It'll give you a hundred percent, the accurate result" the pharmacist tells her.
After paying, she pops the pregnancy test into her bag, holding the box of plasters before walking out.
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"Love, will you be okay staying over at your aunts house tonight?" Ao'nung asks.
"My aunt? Sheila?" Love asks.
"Yeah, that one" Ao'nung responds, looking slightly worried.
"Why? What's going on?" Love asks.
"For your safety, I need you out the house. As soon as possible" Ao'nung tells her.
"What?- what have you done now Ao'nung?" Love asks.
"The guy who gave me the broken leg. He's dangerous and he's planning something and I just- I need you out of here! Now" Ao'nung responds.
"I- okay. But what about you?" Love asks.
"I'll be fine" Ao'nung responds, turning away as he sighs, his hand gripping his head slowly.
"Guck, and my sister's pregnant," He mumbles before looking towards Love once again, "take Tsireya with you. You, Tsireya, Love, Lo'reya. All of you."
"Aneysa?" Love asks.
"You can't take her. They know she helped me. If she's with you, then you'll all be in danger" Ao'nung responds.
"You have to tell her what's going on. Or Neteyam" Love responds.
"Are you out of your mind? Neteyam would scream at her and then kill me" Ao'nung replies, before he continues to mumble to himself as he looks away once again, "you think a man would just disappear after he's dead, but instead his whole family haunt you."
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"Aneysa! Neteyam!" Jake says cheerily as he walks towards them, "I'm glad you made it."
Jake then looks to Aneysa, "Neteyam said you were sick this morning. How are you feeling now?"
"I'm okay now. A little better" Aneysa responds.
"That's great to hear. Come in, I have a couple of guests to greet you to" Jake walks in, whilst Neteyam and Aneysa walk behind.
As she held his arm, Neteyam looks down at her.
"Are you okay? You look nervous?" Neteyam asks.
"I'm fine" Aneysa responds.
"Don't worry about these people. They'll never remember us anyways after they drink tonight" Neteyam responds.
Aneysa nods back, before they continue to walk.
"This is my son, and his wife, Aneysa Renrawin" Jake was already introducing them, the second they stepped foot into the room with many guests.
"Ren- she's Thyme's daughter?" The man asked.
Jake nods, letting out a chuckle, before the old man turns to Aneysa, holding out his hand for her to shake, "I'm Michael. About to be the owner of this place, once I cut that banner you just walked past."
Aneysa accepts his hand shake, "I'm Aneysa."
"You look just like him. The eyes, and all" Michael chuckles, before putting on a serious face, "I'm very sorry for the loss. They were both great, beautiful people."
Aneysa smiles, with a nod, "it's been a couple of years so.."
Michael nods back, the quietness suddenly feeling awkward, before he speaks again, "well, I've gotta meet the others so, grab a drink and relax."
He then walks off towards the other guests.
"He didn't shake my hand" Neteyam mumbles.
"You want a handshake from a sweat, old palm?" Aneysa asks.
"Neteyam?" They hear a familiar voice, causing them both to turn around.
"Raya? What are you doing here?" Neteyam asks.
"I came on behalf of my father" Raya put on a sad smile, remembering her late father.
Neteyam nods, "this is my wife, Aneysa. I'm sure you.. remember her."
"Oh you're both married. Congratulations" Raya walks forward, giving Aneysa an unexpected hug.
"Oh-! Um, Thankyou" Aneysa responds back.
"So, any kids?" Raya asks, as she moves away, "I mean, it's no problem if you don't-?"
"Two" Aneysa cuts her off, "we have two kids."
"You two have been busy, I see" Raya chuckles.
"We've adopted" Aneysa responds, "besides that, yes. We have been very busy."
"Oh I see. That's nice to hear" Raya responds.
"Mommy, juice" Raya's child walks towards her, holding an empty glass in his hand.
"Oh, this is my son, Oliver" Raya holds him up, whilst Oliver held up the cup in his hand.
Neteyam smiles in awe, as he ruffled his hands through Oliver's hair, "hi there Oliver. How's it going?"
"He's autistic so, it has been quite hard" Raya chuckles.
"He's a very beautiful boy" Aneysa smiles, as she looks at him.
"Well, I should get going" Raya smiles, "oh, and I was hoping we could have a conversation later. It's quite urgent" she then looks to Neteyam.
"Oh, yeah. Sure" Neteyam nods, before looking to Oliver, "bye Oliver."
He gives the little boy a wave as he walks off in Raya's arms.
"Isn't she lucky" Neteyam scoffs, before looking towards Aneysa, "we have two kids, one who's going to go through her puberty phase soon. It's going to get a lot harder for us."
"Be grateful you have a family like ours" Aneysa responded, slightly annoyed.
"I am, what do you mean?" Neteyam looked at her confused.
"You've been complaining a lot about how many kids we have recently. It's getting annoying" Aneysa responds.
"I don't mean it like that, I am very grateful-"
"Oh whatever" Aneysa walks off, to get a drink.
Neteyam rolls his eyes and sighs, following after her, "don't give me attitude now. I don't wanna have to sit on a toilet seat again when we're fucking."
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"So, I've been going to therapy" Tiana tells them.
"That's good" Tuk replies with a smile, "you'll be okay."
"Yeah your a strong woman" Orla responds, "besides, we're women. We maybe go through shit but we come back ten times better. No offence Ethan."
"None taken" Ethan puts his hands up defence.
The four of them were sat in Aneysa and Neteyam's sitting room.
As they continue to talk, there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be, at this time?" Orla asks.
"I'll get it" Tuk smirks as she stood up.
"Who have you invited?" Orla asks, "I only told Neteyam there'll be one boy."
Tuk ignores her as she walks out, a couple of mumbles being heard, before the door closes. Orla waits patiently to see who it was, only to find Evan in his house.
"What are you doing here?" Orla asks.
"I invited him" Tuk replies, "so you two can talk."
"But I don't want to" Orla responds, looking away.
"Orla. You've been avoiding each other, and there's a week left till we're off for the holidays. Please, just talk to each other" Tuk pleads.
Orla sighs, "fine."
She walks into the kitchen, Evan then following after her.
"Don't kiss!" Tuk calls out to them, only for the door to shut harshly.
"Orla is going to hold this against you" Ethan tells Tuk.
"Meh, I can handle it" Tuk shrugs, "besides, Orla is good company for Evan. After what his brothers had done, he needs a friend like her more than anyone."
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The next couple of chapters are going to be rocky