"Finally"

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PT. 3 to "It's okay baby". Enjoy ❤️

It's been a year since the incident, and I can't help but still feel lost.

Alec tried to help me feel better, but I just can't help but feel like I lost someone.

I'm currently laying down on our shared bed, when on cue Alec walks in.

"Hey honey," Alec kisses my hair.

"Hi" I mumble.

"Still sad?" He cuddles me.

I turn to him, "Yeah. But I'll be okay, I need to shower.." I trail off before smirking at him.

"Wanna join?"

He kisses my shoulder and nods.

"Always".

-time skip to a few months later-

I jerk awake feeling like I need to throw up.

I rip the blankets off of me and sprint to the bathroom just in time to empty out my stomach.

I lean back, and sigh.

"Ah, fuck".

"You okay, angel?" I hear Alec's tired voice in the doorway.

I look up to see him rubbing his eyes, I nod and flush the toilet.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think I got a bug or something" I smile.

He yawns, "I'll send a Silent Brother up to check up on you in the morning".

I nod and Alec hold out his hand.

I smile and take it, he helps me get up, "I appreciate you so much".

He smiles and kisses my forehead, "I love you Y/n".

I hug his waist and squeeze a little bit, "I love you too".

A few hours later, I wake up to Brother Zachariah opening the door.

"Hello child, Alexander Lightwood has asked me to see if you're doing well" his voice echoed in my head.

"Ah, okay. Do your magic" I wave a hand at him.

I heard a sound so soft it almost sounded like a chuckle.

"Alright Y/n Lightwood, just relax" he assured me.

I lay down and he puts his hand on my head and we stay there for a second before he removes his hand.

"You're not sick, Mrs. Lightwood" he said.

"Oh? I'm not? Then what is it?" My heart started pounding at a second thought.

I feel like he eyed me and bowed his head.

"I think you already know this one" was all he said and left.

"Oh... fuck" I whisper to myself.

-Another time skip-

I'm sitting on the toilet and the stick in my hand confirmed what Brother Zachariah and I thought.

Positive

It read.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck! Not now!' My mind raced.

I hear a click and "Y/n?".

'Alec...'

I stuff the test in the trash, and flush the toilet.

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