I feel cold. It’s been three weeks.
Still no sign.
I’m not sleeping and everyone’s worried I’m going to lose the baby. I’m trying not to worry, but it’s getting to me.
The Sheriff won’t leave his room in the house unless it’s to go out looking for the Twins. He’s determined to find them, even though we haven’t had a single clue as to where they have gone. Even the FBI Agents can’t pick up a single trace.
I feel as though I’m watching a heart tear in two and my family disintegrate, while I can do nothing to stop what’s happening.
It makes me angry.
I am angry.
I’m so angry, that I managed to toss Miles up into the rafters with just a flick of my hand.
It helped that he was wearing a full suit of armor.
“Damn it, Marlowe! Get me down from here!”
I looked up at him and floated him down, but not before the kids got a good laugh out of the situation. Logan crawled in to my lap as soon as I sat down and put his ear on my bump. His latest obsession was to lay his head on my growing belly.
“What is it, poppet?” I asked while running my hand over his hair as he looked up at me.
“Baby sick. Mommy sick. Not happy,” he said as he reached up and touched my face. “Bad. Very bad.”
I studied him and then kissed his forehead. He smiled up at me, it was a little sad.
“Don’t worry, poppet. We’ll find a way out of this soon.”
He shook his head and slipped out of my lap.
“Bad. Very bad.”
I watched him walk to his bother and start playing with the Lincoln logs that Ben had brought home the week before. I watched them with a small smile until Sabine came over.
“He’s right you know,” she said through our link.
“I know,” I replied. “I just don’t know how to fix it.”
“It’s not up to you to fix. You did your part,” she said.
I looked down at her and met her languid eyes.
“It’s my family. My herd. I will fix it if I can,” I said.
Sabine snorted, but said nothing. I was going to say something to her when Jude strolled into the room.
“Hi Mama,” I said as she dropped a kiss on to my forehead.
“You’re out of bed. Why?” she asked.
“You need to try. For you and the baby,” she said sternly.
I ducked my head.
“No, you don’t get to go sheepish, it doesn’t suit you.”
That made me laugh and she smiled with me.
“You do need to get some more rest. There’s nothing that you can do to help right now,” Jude said, her voice taking on a scolding tone.
I sighed. “I know, I just need to do something instead of lay in bed all day.”
Jude sat next to me and looked up at the rafters. Her brow furrowed and she started chewing on her bottom lip. While she was thinking about things, I played catch with Logan.
“Lunch,” she suddenly said. “You can help me make lunch for everyone. Then you’ll go lie back down.”
I sighed and smiled up at her, grateful that she wasn’t sending me back to bed right away.
“I can do that. Help me up.” I said as I wiggled to the front edge of the couch. Jude smiled and helped me up and followed me to the kitchen. I was happy just to be included in anything and I think it showed. I was heading for the fridge when Murphy came through the backdoor. I let out a huge groan when I saw her.
“Don’t give me that tone, Young Lady. Jude called me. I’m sending you back to bed,” she said as she took off her coat and shook it out. The snow was still falling outside. I mentally cursed the Ides of March for being so fickle.
“Took you long enough, I was afraid I was actually going to have to give her something to do,” Jude said as she led me out of the kitchen with Murphy following close behind. I sighed deeply and let myself be led upstairs.
“You work all together too much. You were just at the office yesterday to do the books and play with the puppies,” Murphy said. She gave me a little push toward my bedroom and then followed me in when I walked inside.
The two of them together hustled me towards the bed and pushed clothes at me. I looked down and sighed again as I changed. I felt like crying, being pushed around and made to go back to bed. They must have seen my face because they looked at each other and then back at me when I took the potion out of Murphy’s hand and drank it before she could stop me.
I turned my back on both of them as I got into bed and curled under the covers. They left quietly, hissing at each other. I didn’t hear much of anything that they said, I was too busy holding back the feelings of uselessness and depression that had been plaguing me since the fight in the house. I cried myself to sleep. I woke a little when Ben came to bed, but I turned my back on him as well when he tried to kiss me goodnight. I curled tighter and hugged a pillow to my chest, falling back asleep again.
They must have been really worried about me because I stayed in bed for five days. I hardly left. I ate in bed, stayed put, I hardly picked up the books they brought me. On day six I must have worried them so much that they came to get me out of bed. They left just as quickly when I sent the swords over the fireplace sailing their direction. I was so entrenched in my own sorrow and misery that I let more days pass me by while I stayed in bed like I was supposed to do.
I scared the shit out of them and myself with the length of my depression. Not even Ben’s promise of getting out of the house made a difference. I just wanted to go back home and crawl back into bed. That’s all I was sure I was good for.
We came back inside, I barely spared a glance for Sabine and the children as they ran to the door. It made my heart ache inside to ignore them, but I figured it was best. I heard Alphie start crying and Logan shushing him as I headed up the stairs, dropping my coat and gloves in a pile on the stairs. In the hall I just stepped out of my boots and left them in the middle of the hallway.
I crawled back in to bed, the lump in my throat falling into my chest as I cried myself to sleep again and slept for three more days. Sometime in April Murphy finally figured out what was going on with me and came storming in to the room with Jude.
“Grab her. We need to force this down her throat if we’re going to save her,” Murphy said as she pulled the cork on the dark-colored bottle she held in her hand.
The smell of Lilacs and fresh spring grass hit my nose and made me gag. I tried to fight Jude off, but I was too weak from spending all that time in bed and using my abilities to do things for me. Jude gasped as I looked up at her.
“Her eyes have no color!” she exclaimed.
Murphy’s frown deepened. “Let’s hope we got to her in time then. Hold her head back and open her mouth.”
Jude obeyed her instructions and I tried to push the bottle away, the fresh spring smell made me recoil in horror and I wanted to part of whatever was in that flask. Murphy pushed aside my hands like they were nothing and forced the potion down my throat. I gagged, but swallowed it when it was clear that I had to do that or drown. They were firm with getting it down my throat.
When I had swallowed it all and started crying in to Jude’s chest, with Murphy petting my hair after setting the bottle aside, the worry lines on her face deepened.
“Did we get it in her in time?” she whispered.
“We won’t know until morning. Till then we have to watch. To make sure she doesn’t turn. I will not have one of them in my family,” Murphy said, her voice turning to iron at the end. I cried myself to sleep, clutching the woman I called mother.
I woke the next morning and moaned. My head was killing me. I sat up and looked around, spotting Jude sprawled out on the bed next to me and Murphy parked in a chair next to the bed. I tried to ease my way out of bed for the toilet, but I managed to wake them up. Murphy stirred first, coming out of her sleep slowly, but when she did; the first thing she looked at was my eyes. She must have liked what she saw there because she nodded and helped me up. Jude woke up as we were walking to the bathroom.
“Murphy?” she said, letting the question hang in the air.
“She’s fine. We don’t have to worry anymore,” she replied.
Jude let out a huge sigh and moved off the bed, heading for the door. I was a little confused at first, but Murphy helped me to the bathroom and watched over me as I sat and relieved myself. I nearly fell asleep while sitting there, but she nudged me awake and helped me up after I’d dried myself off.
“What happened?” I asked softly as I washed my hands.
“Nothing you have to worry about,” Murphy said.
I got angry and sent the metal stand for the toilet paper across the room. Murphy looked from me to where the stand was embedded in the wall and sighed.
“You were under a particularly nasty spell. Whomever left it in that house, left it for you. They placed all the effects of postpartum depression times three on you,” Murphy said. Her words sunk in and I looked up at her in horror. “Yes, you would have lost the baby if we hadn’t held you down and made you drink the potion.”
“Who, why?” I said, stuttering out the words.
“We still don’t know, but you’re not going anywhere outside if this house without someone with you at all times. They’re playing nasty now and I’m not having it,” Murphy said as she led me back to bed. “They’ve messed with the wrong witches family.”
I sighed and floated my phone over to me. I scrolled through the numbers until I’d gotten to the one I wanted. Hitting call and then the speaker phone icon, I waited for the person on the end of the line to answer.
“Hello?” The person answered.
“Crows and brier thorns.”
“I’ll be there in the morning, Marlowe. Tell Ben I said hello.”
“Will do. Looking forward to your visit,” I replied and hung up the phone.
Murphy looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“The head of the North American covens. All of the covens.”
She let out a whistle. “I didn’t know you had that kind of firepower in your pocket.”
“Not my pocket. Ben’s. He gave me the number with explicit instructions not to call unless my life was in danger again,” I said as I climbed in to bed and flopped back against the pillows. “I assume you didn’t tell Ben this was a spell?”
“No, we thought it best not to say anything since he’s been worried sick about you and the search isn’t going well. They’ve called it off completely. The Sheriff resigned. We’re without a protector now.”
I lifted the arm I’d thrown across my eyes and looked at her. Her face was drawn with worry and the lines on her face looked deeper.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m calling him in,” I said as I wiggled into bed and yawned hard. “How long till the effects wear off?”
“Few days, give or take,” She said as she pulled the covers up and straightened them over me. “What’s his name?”
“Alvin MacDoogan. He’s the opposite of Ben. You’ll see when he gets here,” I said with a yawn.
Murphy nodded and kissed my forehead before dropping back into her chair.
“Plan on doing that,” I said as I dropped off again. I could hear Murphy chuckling before the darkness overtook me completely.