Her stomach churned in the most awful way; as if there were very agitated butterflies in her stomach and not in a cute way either.
Bile began to rise from her stomach, making its way up Sophie's throat. Quickly covering her mouth, she sprinted to the closest tree and threw up the contents in her stomach.
Groaning Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of her shaky hand. "Ugh, and here I thought I was going to have a miracle baby with none of the symptoms."
Her sweaty curly hair plastered its self onto her forehead; hands clammy and unsteady. Sophie was ready to head back, until she noticed a pair of green almond shaped eyes staring at her in amusement.
She placed a clammy hand over her heart. "Holy nugget in a biscuit, you scared the life out of me Prygomache."
The Amazonian woman just stood there. Her short blonde hair was slightly damp, her clothes were clean and new, while Sophie had yet to shower and change.
Prygomache gaze went from Sophie's eyes to her stomach causing her to squirm.
"That child will be strong." Prygomache flashed in front of Sophie and placed her rather large hand onto Sophie's lower abdomen. "But if he's raised to hate he'll be the root of all evil, but if taught the ways of love and empathy he will not only harmonize the world, but become the most powerful god in all Olympus. One of the greats."
The Amazonian flashed out of sight leaving Sophie confused and happy. She was happy in the fact that she knew she was having a baby, but confused as to how Prygomache prophesied about the future. Was she related to the three sisters? She sure didn't look like them.
What the flip is going on? Sophie should be without a doubt comfortable with the supernatural world, but having someone predict her child's future was the icing on beignet.
Was her baby really going to be all powerful?
She was going to have to raise this baby herself. Dean wasn't here and neither were her parents. Never has she felt so lost and vulnerable.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she slid down to the floor using the tree as support.
"Oh mom, I wish you were here, you'd know what to do. I'm all alone and I'm scared that this baby might end up evil and unloved. I'm so scared." Sophie pulled her knees up, rested her forehead against them and used her arms to over her face and unleashed more tears.
She felt as if she were again alone in the world, like when her parents died and she entered into the foster care system. None of the girls would play with her and none her family members came to claim her. Sophie was again that scared little girl.
Pathetic and alone.
Maybe there was something wrong with her. Like she was cursed to never be happy, or was the universe's designated rag doll. Sophie always got the short end of the stick.
Why her? What did she ever do to deserve such a crappy life? She always made sure to be kind, to smile and look at the bright side in anything and everything. Always helped the less fortunate and gave more than originally asked; opened her heart once more after Danny only to get hurt and now pregnant.
Where's the bright side in that? She was tired of staying positive it was time to sulk a little; some time to herself.
She deserves to be selfish for once.
But as she looked down at her little bump, Sophie saw that she couldn't afford to be selfish she had to take care of the baby growing inside her.
Her precious baby.
Pride and joy made her heart swell; Sophie was going to raise the world's sweetest baby. He will be another addition to the Valentine family; he'll be so handsome and a gentleman. Mama's little boy.
Show him what's right and wrong. The world is too cruel; innocence is easily corrupted by evil.
She isn't going to allow anything happen to her baby. Over her dead body.
The last thing Sophie wants is for her baby to become the next demon spawn. She would never allow that. She would pinch her son's earlobe so hard and drag him out of hell and spank him no matter how old he was.
Who was she kidding she would never spank her baby; she didn't have the heart to. But she sure can threaten to, who's going to call her bluff. Certainly not her baby, he wouldn't dare to back talk to her.
Smiling, Sophie realized her mother's words were correct once again; looking at the bright side was the key to happiness.
"I'll make you proud mom and dad; you'll have the world's greatest grandchild." Slowly getting up, Sophie brushed herself off and took a big breath and felt the tension leave her body.
Exhaling she began making her way back to the house to freshen up and find something to eat, for her and her little guppy.
Looking down Sophie rubbed her lower stomach and smiled. "You have all my love to yourself now my little guppy. Let's got get clean and eat, mommy is very hungry."
*
Dean roared in anguish and rage. He was ready to kill; he never craved blood so badly until now.
His Sophie was pregnant with his child! And he struck her! He wasn't worthy to even be the same realm as her. He lost all control.
His head swayed in Kell's direction; seething rage coursed through his body.
Kell! He planted his fucking knee on Sophie's back! Squishing her and the baby!
Sprinting towards Kell head on Dean was ready to rip him to shreds; stopped by a strong force, it pushed him down onto his back. Dean tried to break free, but it was useless.
Vulnerable.
Something Sophie must've felt at the time.
His Primary was seething with rage, pacing back and forth ready to pounce at the opportunity of being released to look for their mate.
Looking around the room he saw Kanati with his hand out and eyes glowing.
The god was one sly son of a bitch. He was next to die, after Kell. "You're next you dipshit." Dean growled as he kicked his foot against the still present shield.
"Get a grip, this isn't you Ky." the god said.
Ask who entered the room next whistled, making them look in his direction. "Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" He shouted.
Dean's eyes flashed gold. "Sophie's pregnant." He tried to blast has way through the shield only to it rebound, striking him on the chest.
It hurt like a bitch, but he was too pissed to care.
Ask and Kanati inhaled sharply, while Kell cursed and raked a hand through his hair.
"Fucking hell!" Kell bellowed as he punched the wall closets to him. His fist went right through the wall, as if it were flimsy cardboard. "I fucking had my knee on her back!"