Chapter 29 - Asmodeus #2
“You and the baby being safe is all I need, and the greatest birthday gift I could ask for,” I barely got out, choked up on the what-ifs. A deep shuddering breath left me; she finally awoke. Tears were streaming down my face from how overcome I felt, the relief palpable.
“You’re making all my dreams come true,” I whisper.
“Is the baby okay?” She whispers, her hand going to her tiny bump.
“Yeah, the baby is okay. Thanks to Thea, she was able to save you both,” rubbing my hand on her bump, feeling the small flutters from within.
She’s quiet for a moment. “Wait, did you say Thea saved us?” Her question was filled with confusion. Ahh, she must not know about her.
“Yeah, she did. She’s a healer, actually. She was able to pull you into the bakery and start on her magic immediately,” I let her know.
She’s silent for a few moments, letting that truth bomb sink in. “I’ll have to make sure to thank her then. And probably ask her a million questions,” a small laugh escapes. I smile at that, not doubting her one bit. She does ask A LOT of questions, but I don’t mind. I love the way her mind works.
I mindlessly rub her bump in soothing circles as I am lost in thought, something niggling in the back of my head. “Blair, did you see what attacked you?”
I feel her nod her head against my chest. “It was terrible. I don’t know what it was, but I would assume some kind of beast or creature,” she whispered. “I was extremely scared,” her voice started to tremble, sobs wracking her body.
“Hey, it’s okay. I got you,” I whisper, making gentle shushing noises as I comfort her, holding her close, ensuring she feels safe. Once she calmed down, I explained the creature she saw. “You were close, it was a hellhound. A nasty beast from the demon realm,” I snarl.
My brain processes all the facts I know: she could see the hellhound, she saw past my glamour, and when I claimed her, her blood was not human.
“I know this is a bit off topic, but do you know anything about your family history?” Trying to connect the pieces.
She shakes her head. “No I don’t, that was more my mom’s thing. She was very interested in the supernatural and family ancestry. She kept all kinds of records, journals, and books.”
Huh. “Did she ever share any of the information she was looking into or found with you?” I was probing her for answers.
“Not really, but she did read a lot of fairy tales and fated mate tales to me when I was a child. Why do you ask?” Curiosity bleeding into her tone.
“This might come as a shock, but I don’t think you’re entirely human. You may not be human at all, actually,” I say slowly, trying not to freak her out.
“Oh,” is all that comes from her. Silence falling around us, it’s not uncomfortable though.
I know I just dropped a bomb on her, and it’s expected for her to take some time.
“You know, I still have all the records, journals, and books she had. It was one of the things I kept after they died.” She’s quiet again for multiple minutes.
“I’m starting to think they didn’t die in a freak accident like the police said, and I’m not sure how to feel about that,” she whispers.
“What makes you think that?” I hesitantly ask her. Unsure where she got this conclusion from.
“Well, when it cornered me in front of the bakery, it talked about scenting me four years ago and killing those people. I think the people it was talking about were my parents,” her voice trembling.
I rack my brain, trying to remember the first conversation I had with it around the holidays when it threatened me at our house, and what it said.
The beast talked about hunting her for years.
“I think you’re right. It had said something similar to me at one point.
I’m sorry. It’s not even supposed to be on Earth.
They are meant to stay in hell unless with their master.
” I hugged her close to me again, knowing my words were not enough in this situation.
There wasn’t much I could say that would change the past or make a difference.
Her parents were dead because a hellhound had caught her scent in the car while they were driving.
She starts sobbing as the truth is finally revealed.
It took her four years to find out what happened to her parents.
I bet that was difficult on her, never knowing and having a story that didn’t add up.
“At least I know the truth now,” she whispers, another sob wracking her body.
I knew stress wasn’t good for the baby, but she needed this moment.
“It’s a weight off my shoulders.” Another quiet minute passes as she thinks through her feelings.
I know she has difficulty collecting her thoughts at times and putting them together.
The least I could do was give her room to do that.
“I can finally have closure. There are no more what-ifs.” I nod my head in understanding.
“I’m here for you Blair. Whatever you need, in whatever capacity. If I can provide or do anything for you, please let me know. You don’t have to do this alone,” I give her head a brief kiss.
She sniffles but finally calms down, no longer sobbing. “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you, big guy,” her voice watery from all her emotions.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you, little one. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re the light in my life. I would be a very, very lonely demon without you. I’m fortunate you gave me a chance,” I start getting choked up.
I’ve come to the realization a few times that I am very fortunate she left her home and found her way to me.
Not only did I find my fated mate, but I also have a baby on the way.
Without her, I would have spent the rest of my life alone, and I’m not sure how I would have dealt with that.
Although it would have been worse knowing she was my mate and her not wanting me and rejecting me.
That probably would have broken me and killed me.