"I'm Violet," she said, holding out her hand. The woman in white shook her hand firmly and introduced herself as Lucina. "And who is this?" She asked, casting her eyes upon the dog who clung to Violet's side. "This is my familiar, Mystic," she said. As she said Mystic's name, he walked curiously over to the woman in white, sat down and sniffed her hand. She scratched his head and he started to drool. "Nice to meet you, Mystic," she said sweetly. He lifted a paw for her to shake and continued allowing her to scratch his head.
Lucina scratched his head for a few more moments before turning her attention back to Violet. The two women just looked at each other for a while before speaking. Violet felt a tiny nudge in her stomach, letting her know that it was okay, she was safe. "So, you were the woman I was supposed to meet," Lucina stated.
"You were supposed to be here today?" Violet asked, events suddenly clicking in her mind. "That's why my dog was so obnoxious this morning," she said. Mystic gave her a sheepish look before coming back over to her and laying on the ground at her feet underneath the table. "I see there is someone else I am supposed to meet," Lucina said quietly. Violet looked around the room. The cops had come and gone, statements had been made, everyone had helped clean up. But now there was hardly anyone in the place. The woman had been picked up to go to the hospital and since then everyone who was involved had gone on with their lives. Only a few stragglers remained, the rest were fresh faces. Violet remained hesitant, unsure of what else she should say. She felt another nudge and instinctively put her hand on her stomach and rubbed slowly.
"It's okay, you can tell me," Lucina said. Violet looked in the woman's eyes for a second, unsure of herself for a moment. But when she could find no judgment, only love and acceptance, she cleared her throat. "This is Molly," she said, rubbing her stomach again.
"Ahhh. And how far along are you?" The woman asked.
Violet looked down before answering. This was the part she dreaded. "I have no idea," she whispered. Lucina looked across the table at this woman. It was obvious she looked to be in about her 4th month. Logically, this is what should have come out of the woman's mouth. But that wasn't the answer the woman gave. How could she not know how far along she was? It seemed kind of silly, but instead of passing judgment, she decided to just go with it. She could tell Violet wasn't lying, and she was also very protective of her unborn child. "It's okay, you can tell me," she said.
"My husband and I conceieved about a month ago," Violet said, "but there is something about this baby that's a little different than most babies." How many times had Lucina heard that statement? She knew not to insult this woman by rolling her eyes, so instead she asked her what she meant. To her surprise, Violet slowly got out of her seat and walked up to Lucina, still sitting down. She reached for a hand and pressed it against her belly. "What do you feel?" Violet asked. Lucina sat in shock for a moment before really letting the images sink in. She could feel a nudging, but she couldn't shake the feeling of something else. Continuing to hold her hand in place, she closed her eyes and saw in her mind the images of angel's wings. At first they were pink and new, like a baby bird. But as this girl grew up, so did these wings. They were as much a part of her as anything else, and she did use them. She used them to fly, to shield herself from wind, and to hug people. Opening her eyes, she was startled as she felt tears she didn't even know were there start to fall down her cheeks. Looking up at Violet, she suddenly understood why she was sent here. She wanted so badly to bring this baby into the world, in a safe and happy environment away from people who would most likely try and kill that baby before or shortly after she was born. She saw that this baby was more than human and she felt as if it was her duty to make sure she was healthy and made it safely into this world. Violet dropped her hand and the images faded. She sat back down in her own chair, careful not to let her lightheadedness get the best of her. "I would be honored if you'd let me see you through this birth," Lucina said, awe on her lips. Violet's eyes filled with tears. She hadn't even asked for it but somehow she knew that the woman's words were true and she would be safe in her care. "thank you," she said, tears falling. "you don't know how much that means to me. I have no idea when Molly's coming and I can't go back to someone who is going to call me the devil and try to abort this baby. I love her."
"And she loves you back," Lucina said knowingly. Violet rubbed her stomach some more, feeling the nudge come from within. "Come on then, let's set up a plan," the woman in white said, grabbing what was left of her drink and throwing it in the garbage before holding the door open for Violet and Mystic to walk through. The three of them walked over to Violet's apartment, enjoying the view of the leaves in the trees changing colors and falling everywhere. Violet let out a silent thank you as they walked, talking along the way.
They were almost to the complex before they both saw the limo. Violet's heart nearly lept out of her chest as she saw who was standing in front of her fence, surrounded by all her favorite gays who were trying to take pics and get autographs. It was her best friend in the whole world, Jayde. Who didn't exactly know she was carrying an angel baby. Who looked completely shocked as she saw Violet being flanked by a dog and a complete stranger, looking like she had been pregnant for a while, coming down the street.
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