I wasn't going to tell Elara that she was pregnant, but I definitely knew.
The reason I'm not telling her is because it might cause to much stress- more then what she's already under with her brother, I don't want to alarm her with more news. And if she's that stupid to not realize it, then I'll continue to act clueless until her brother wakes up, or she realizes it herself.
I just think she's too focused on Theodore to even think about her own body.
But I needed to keep her safe- safer, if possible. The last time I had a woman in my life and Roman found out, she ended up dead. And then her sister came into the picture and my father wants me to marry her, which I won't. Daphne Greengrass is dead because of Roman, all because we were fuck buddies, and Astoria is trying to marry her way into my life.
Elaras more than a fuck buddy- I hate to admit it. I hate to admit it so much. But if she wasn't just a quick fuck, I wouldn't be here right now, running conditioner through her hair and washing her body for her.
Eventually, I'll end up pushing her away.
At least until I sort Roman out.
I refuse to fall for her and have the constant weight on my back that she could die any moment. That one minute she could be in my arms, and the next, her body would lay limp in mine with blood stains all over her shirt. Just like her brother.
"That stings." Her voice brought my out of my trance, I guess I turned the water to hot when I was trying to change the temperature for her. "That's too cold."
I sighed, "Then do it yourself." Her eyes sort of lowered, and it took me a moment to actually realize that I snapped at her. My hands gripped her waist and turned her around to face my body, "No, I'm sorry okay?"
Fuck. Apologizing? Where did that come from?
I wanted to rub her belly so bad- I just wanted to tell her she was carrying our child. But the fear of her being over whelmed made me not do it. I could be the cause of a miscarriage. But it's weird to think about how she hasn't noticed it herself when her stomach isn't as flat as it was before. Her body wasn't something that was new to me, I'd learned it like the back of my hand the first night I had her in my bed.
"Are you ready to get out?" I asked her softly, having to resist the urge to back her up against this wall and kiss her like I'm falling in love. I wish I wasn't.
She nodded, and I turned off the shower, walking out first to get her a towel. Her body looked visibly tired, but she needed to eat before she went to sleep. My hands wrapped a towel around her, and gave her another one for her hair, grabbing myself one and wrapping it around my waist.
This was weird- she was the first girl I'd ever had in this apartment besides my yoga instructor.
Even thinking about her knowing that I do yoga made me feel extremely embarrassed. Not many men do yoga, but I've heard it's extremely stress relieving and when she told me I had another girl over I knew she thought we fucked. But Stacy is literally fifty years old.
She walked out of the bathroom, me following with her. "Elara, you need to eat."
Instead, she shook her head and walked straight to the bed, the towel still wrapped around her body. "I'm good."
"Elara," I was getting ready to snap at her again, my fists clenching. "You either eat, or you don't go to sleep. I swear to god I'll keep you awake for the rest of the night."
Her eyes sulked again, nodding her head a little bit and now I feel bad. Why was I was always rude to her? Was I always like that to her?
I walked closer to her, pulling her towards me again and she didn't look up at me, it only made my gut wrench harder. "I'm sorry- I just want you to eat."
I went to grab her some clothes, coming back with one of my shirts and another pair of my sweatpants. I just gave her some boxers because I don't have any female underwear in here except my mothers that she left her after spending the night and I just told her I'd wash them. They were sitting in my closet- I haven't had time to wash them.
She slipped on the clothes while I did the same, only putting a pair of sweatpants on, and going to the kitchen to make her some food. "What do you want to eat?"
"Anything," she responded after climbing onto the bar stool.
She's going to hate me in the morning. But I have to leave her- and the only way for her to actually stay away from me is to make her hate me.
I can't have her get killed.
I can't put her, or our child in danger like that.
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"I just need you to come over, okay?" I muttered into the phone, gripping it hard enough to snap it in half.
I don't want to do this, I really don't. But it was the only option- and Elara needed to get back to the hospital where she as safe at all times. She was still sleeping in my bed, but I could hear her shuffling and starting to wake up.
I hung up the phone, waiting for the time to pass. My bedroom door opened after 15 more minutes, a sleepy Elara coming out of the room in my clothes and her hair a little crazy. She looked around until her eyes caught sight of mine, and god, my heart felt like it was about to burst.
"Morning," her soft voice rung through the air, coming to take a seat next to me until a knock at the door was heard.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
I got up and opened the door, but before I did, I turned around and looked at Elara in the eyes, already feeling my stomach hurl. "You should go. I have company."
My hand twisted the doorknob, and the girl stepped in, looking at me with a smile until she saw Elara. And Elara looked like she was going to throw up.
"Are you- serious?" Her voice almost unnoticeable, her hands grasping onto my T-shirt. Suddenly she was running to the trash can, hurling up her guts and probably everything she ate last night- I can't tell if it's from her pregnancy or because she saw me with another girl.
"Who is this?"
"It's nobody, Astoria." Oh god, my voice almost cracked.
Elara wiped her mouth, "I hate you, Draco Malfoy." Was the only thing she told me before walking into my room and slamming the door, only to come back out with her brothers hoodie on and his sweatpants - the same thing she was wearing at the hospital. "Don't ever fucking talk to me again, and don't ever try to contact me."
My heart cracked, but it had to get done.
She looked up at me before she walked out the door, and said one last thing. "And you won't be in my child's life."
