“Synthia doesn’t make enemies without good reason, Ryder. Did you question why the girl verbally attacked her?” Ristan muses and meets my eyes as if he knows Synthia better than I do. As if. I know every fucking curve, every inch of her beauty personally.
“She said something Syn didn’t agree with. The girl was removed, but the fact that Synthia’s not adapting to her place here is not acceptable. I won’t let her walk away from me.” I meet his eyes, daring him to argue.
“And the child?” I finally ask, after noting everyone is staring at me.
“It’s fine as far as I can tell. I retrieved medicine for the nausea, and vitamins to ensure that she and the babe stay healthy. My only concern is that she wasn’t all of the way out of Transition when she conceived and is still not fully immortal. She’s delicate, no matter how strong she seems right now. She needs to take it easy until the child is firmly planted in her womb.”
“How in the fuck do we manage that when she’s walking around hitting people? She’s not like the other women here; she’s explosive.”
“When she is around you,” Ristan points out, not even pretending to care that I was even now glaring murder in his direction. “She was fine when I was with her, Ryder. She’s been through hell and not even you can deny that. She has plenty of reasons to hate us, and yet she doesn’t. Nor have I seen her hating us. You, well she tries very hard to hate and yet she caves to your whims. You may not want to hear this, but I’m going to tell you anyway. Stay away from her unless you plan on apologizing for whatever shit you probably dropped into her lap. Give her time to breath, to heal, and for your child to be secured in her belly. I’m just saying give her time to acclimate.”
“You don’t think I have fucking tried? I let her walk away to marry someone else! I’ve given her up once, Ristan. I will never do it again.”
“I’m not saying to let her go. You couldn’t, anyway. She’s carrying your child. I’m saying that if you want her to be willing to stay, give her time to adjust. Two months ago she was a human with normal…well, she was a Witch, but my point is, she had normal problems. She knew what she was, and what she had to do. She was active, and needed. Now, she is trapped in a pretty cage and the only thing she has to do with her time is to sit around and think. We took a fucking assassin and we cut off her arms. Took her swords. We took her purpose from her, and gave her what? This is Synthia we are talking about. She’s a fighter, Ryder, and everything she has ever known is gone. It’s all changing at a rapid rate, and she’s coping by lashing out…not to mention she’s got some raging hormones that are taking over. Just ask Eliran.” He motions to the healer, who nods his head solemnly.
“I can handle hormones.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
“You’re doing a shit job with it so far. Where were you when she was crying?”
“She was crying?” I bark and glare.
“For no reason; absolutely no reason, just crying her pretty little heart out on my sleeve. Shit Ryder, of course there was a reason. Claire had been there playing with her mind, and you didn’t ask me to check on her until you were well overdue. Don’t tell her you will be there unless you know for damn sure you will be. Look at this through her eyes, or at least try to. She needs time to adjust to everything here, and she’s been sick on top of that. One minute she was this bad ass warrior, and the next she’s just supposed to lay down her weapons and become a mother? That shit is just not going to happen overnight, it takes time.”
“Syn is going to a mother soon. She doesn’t need to fight anymore! Doesn’t she know I’ll fight for her? And why the fuck does she only cry around you, Demon? What the fuck did you do to her?” I growl, allowing the beast to show from within.
“I was there, Ryder. She was experiencing an overload of hormones. It’s very common early in pregnancy, as is the nausea. Her body is changing and so far she’s doing an amazing job of handling it. Crying and being emotional is normal,” Eliran adds.
“And the pain she just had? Was that fucking normal?” I glower and watch as he takes a step back.
“No, but she’s pregnant with the son of the Horde King, Ryder. Your son. She’s young and that child was conceived before she was ready to become pregnant. If she’d become pregnant after she’d been done with Transition, this wouldn’t be happening. Anyway we look at it she’s in for a rocky road. The best thing for her right now is to take it easy and allow your child to reach the second trimester of this pregnancy. I have to look in on another patient. When you get her settled and she is conscious, I will look in on her.”