Blaine and Sophie welcome little Evan Love-Rodgers only seven months after their wedding. Sophie hadn’t been aware of her pregnancy at the time of their marriage, but they’d been planning on having a full house anyway.
Alexis is glad Dora managed to talk sense into her before the wedding. She’s absolutely ecstatic to finally be becoming a grandmother. She still feels too young for this business, but Evan is a lovely child.
“He’s so sweet! Just like his daddy, thank goodness.” Sophie laughs. “Mom tells me I was an absolutely awful child, so I’m hoping all our kids turn out just like Blaine.”
Alexis remember’s her son’s youth fondly. “Blaine really was a saint.”
The whole family comes over to meet the new baby. That means Kaia is there too, and she hates every moment of it.
“Beeeeaaacaaaan, I’m BORED. You brother sucks! His wife is too pretty for him and then he’ll be sad and then you’ll drag me over here all the time and I’ll hate you forever.”
He ignores her.
“You look like shit, man. I thought you said over the phone that Evan was a great baby?”
“He is a great baby.” Blaine confirms. “And he’s not whats been keeping me up at night. Sophie has.”
Beacan makes a face. “Okay, I’m really happy you guys are young and in love, but still a little T.M.I. okay?”
Blaine shakes his head. “No. I… I saw something. And I don’t want to lose her. It’s too soon. We just started our lives together, and I can’t bring myself to tell her whats coming.”
That gets Kaia’s attention, and she stands up, suddenly interested in the conversation.
Beacan doesn’t notice. “What do you mean? You saw Sophie get hurt?”
Blaine takes a deep breath, and then puts on a smile. “It may have been just a dream. I don’t know what I see anymore. Please, just let me tell myself it won’t happen. I need that right now.”
Mixed fae children are often born with unusual abilities, but they tend to fade before they mature into more usual abilities, of only one of their parents. For this boy to retain his sight into his adulthood… a prophet could spell trouble for her entire plan if he wasn’t dealt with promptly.
Bayrose is due soon, but she still manages to waddle over to her best friend’s home to congratulate her on the new baby.
In return, Sophie congratulates her on her own upcoming bundle of joy. “So do you know if its a boy or a girl yet?”
“I’m having a little boy.” Bay smiles. “And I’m giving him a way cooler name than Evan. Seriously, hun? Where’d that come from?”
“Well I didn’t want to give me baby a complex! Could you imagine if I’d named him Fabio or something crazy? Evan is a perfectly normal, perfectly safe name.”
“Normal is boring.”
“Normal is normal.” Sophie shoots back with a smile. “Still. It’ll be really great to have our boys the same age. They’ll be friends just like we are.”
True to her word, Bayrose names her baby boy Isidore. According to the internet, it’s greek. Beacan thinks she’s nuts, but he’s just her ride so he keeps his mouth shut.
Its almost midnight that same night when Kaia senses someone sneaking into the backyard. Luckily, Beacan was just playing some video games and has no problem heading outside to attack whomever was dumb enough to try and break into the house.
“Gator? What the fuck are you doing here?”
Gator looks surprised to see him up at this time of night. “Beacan! Hi! I uh… can you grab Bayrose for me? I wanted to talk to her. I talked to my dad about her and the baby, and I want her to give me another chance.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
Kaia’s almost proud at the effect her influence has had on Beacan’s vocabulary.
“Gator, Bay says she was pretty clear when she told you that you weren’t going to be a part of her or her son’s life. You fucked up, man. Marriage aside, you didn’t even bother to call or contact her for months!”
“I know I fucked up, but I just want-“
He takes a step forward, hand held out in a non-threatening manner, but it still sends a spark of fear down Beacan’s back. His wand materializes in his hand without thought, and a burst of flame erupts from it, hitting Gator straight in the chest and sending him flying.
The burn isn’t bad, but the fall knocks the wind out of him, and he lays on the ground motionless.
Kaia looks over at him, but doesn’t move from her position by Beacan’s side. “Wow. Should we go check on him?”
Beacan’s face remains passive, a stark contrast to his shaking hands. “No. He came here knowing he might be attacked. I don’t care if he’s okay. Let’s go back inside.”
Bayrose sleeps through the events of Gator’s visit.
Isidore is a good boy. He woke up a few times during the night, but she has a full house to help her out with him. It’s too early to know who he takes after, but Bay already loves him. He’s like an adorable little doll with a built in heater and big pouty lips.
Everyone in the house takes turns with Isidore, none more than Beacan. He’s never been able to be more than a weekend dad for Elrich, so he’s enjoying Isidore’s first few months all he can.
It takes Kaia a few days to realize the boy can see her. Every time she enters the room, Isidores glowing eyes follow her movements. Just what this kid is in order to be able to see her escapes her understanding, but he could cause problems in the future.
Drastic improvements to the plan must be made.
Blaine and Sophie hold a one year anniversary party at the local tavern. Sophie’s been practicing a song to sing to her husband, and its officially stuck in Kaia’s head.
“I always knew you were a secret romantic.” Beacan smiles, watching Kaia mouthing the words. “Goddess of chaos my ass.”
His words bring a shudder of fear into her heart. Something she hasn’t felt in centuries. Has she been around him this long? She’d hoped her influence would force his hand, but could his influence be tainting her instead?
“Kaia? Are you okay?”
She needed to breath, but she couldn’t. Panic was the enemy, and tonight had to go the way it had been planned. Beacan couldn’t interfere.
She geta up from her seat.
After a moment’s confusion, Beacan went after her, into the upstairs kitchen where no one could see them. “Hey, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
The guilt hits when she sees the worry in his eyes. Now that’s an emotion she has never felt before. To quell it, she calls on an old favourite: Anger.
“Listen to me, you moron. I am not your friend, and I am not your pet. I am a GODDESS, and you continue to live only because it serves me. Your family will be at the center of my greatest war, and I am fucking tired of pretending to give a shit about your pathetic little mortal problems. The time has come for everything to change, and you and your pure heart will not interfere.”
“My… what?” The worry in his eyes is gone, replaced with fear. It gives Kaia the strength she needs.
She reaches out to him, her hand making contact with his skin for the first time. He feels her, her hand is cold to the touch, but her lips are like fire. She kisses him forcefully, and it hurts, as if his lips are burning from the heat, but he returns her embrace all the same.
She isn’t imaginary.
She steps away. The weight hits him like medicine balls to the chest. His energy is completely zapped, and the darkness is already racing inwards from the corners of his eyes. “How did… you…”
She shakes her head, telling him he’s asking the wrong question. “Goodnight, Beacan. It’s time for you to sleep now.”
Beacan’s body makes an audible thud as it hits the ground, his feet poking out from behind one of the counters.
Sophie goes for help downstairs, but when her foot makes contact with the first step, an invisible force pushes her hard, sending her flying.
She comes to a rest at the bottom of the stairs, falling still.
Her mother is the first at the scene. She screams for help, looking up to the empty second floor landing. There’s no one there.
The memorial was a large event, with much of the town present to pay their respects to Sophie Love-Rodgers. A much smaller group is invited to see her being laid to rest. Blaine manages to hold it together until the crew leaves. The flowers on her grave were his idea, her favourites.
Linda has been unconsolable ever since the paramedics called the time of death. But when Blaine starts to cry, her legs give out, forcing her to lean against her husband for support as he gently helps her to the ground.
Alexis stands awkwardly by the back, wishing she could stop her son’s tears. Dora seems emotionless, but she’s seen so many friends and family laid to rest before. With Beacan still in the hospital, she understands she needs to be the strong one.
Gem is the odd one in the group, but tears have been falling from his eyes on and off the whole day. Sophie was always a close friend, always the heart of the group, and the one to give him courage to pursue Bayrose. He can’t accept she’s really gone, but she is, and no amount of wishing will change that.
Bayrose kneels down next to her brother, swallowing back a sob. She touches a flower absently, thinking about the first time her friend brought a whole bouquet of them to class, handing them out to people just so they’d smile.
“I saw this.” Blaine whispers, startling her from her thoughts. “I saw this the night we married. I don’t know why or how, but this is my fault. I couldn’t save her, I can never save anybody.”
He stands slowly, facing her before falling into her arms, holding her close. “I’ve seen more. Every night I see people dying, every night I see families torn apart. And I can’t do anything to stop it.”
Bayrose can’t do this, she can’t be strong. “I’m sorry, Blaine, I’m so sorry.”
He hiccups into her shoulder, his grip around her tightening as he forces his next sentence out. “The worst part? I’ll be back here again. And mom’s crying. And I don’t even know who we’re crying over.”
This was a tough one to write. I'm pretty out of practice. I also need to change my mood music. I was listening to Let Her Go by Passenger while writing the funeral scene and started tearing up, which is why this chapter is now named that.
Evan is a witch
Isidore is a werewolf
Leya (Gem and Fawn's daughter) is human