Demigod x Reader

Nico x Depressed!Reader (Not A Fairytale) {part 2} [final]

"Mommy, what's that?" Your young daughter asked, pointing at your fresher-than-you'd-admit-scars.

You sighed and curled your fingers, you were clear for so long, so very long, then yesterday happened, and you broke under pressure.

"They're scars sweetie" your voice was fragile, easily as broken as a glass vase.

"They look fresh, how long since you've done them" Christina asked, staring up scrutinizingly at you.

You blamed Will for this, you had to talk to him about not teaching a seven year old how to know how fresh a cut is.

You frowned and looked down at your daughter "yesterday" you told her truthfully; there was no way to lie to her; she'd know.

"But wouldn't that hurt Judson?" Christina asked, pointing to your stomach, yet her eyes stayed locked with yours.

You placed a hand hesitantly on your stomach, you had to admit, cutting was bad in general, but while breaking down and cutting at six months pregnant was—at least in your opinion—worst.

That's why your downed yourself so much after doing said action.

You stayed silent before reclusively saying "I wouldn't harm either of you, I love you both too much" your words were true, at least you wanted them to be, but you knew you you were harming them, just by birthing them into this hellish world we call our home.

Christina nodded skeptically.

"Now, now why don't you run along, daddy should be home soon, why don't you go play in your room, Sweetheart" you offered her.

She nodded and without a word, left for her room.

You leaned back on your couch and breathed out a breath of air that you didn't even know you were hold.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, to no one really in particular, maybe Nico, maybe Christina, maybe Judson, maybe all three.

So many maybes in the world, when will it just be a definite answer? Oh wait—there never is one, never will be, no matter how hard you try, or believe, there will never be a definite answer.

Unfortunately, your pondering on how it was so hard to just pick a true answer was interrupted by the sound of the door clicking and swinging open. This was the first time Nico would be back in four months, business trip.

In came Nico, dress in a suit and tie, he walked over and his emotionless face formed into a smile.

"How are you and the baby?" Nico asked softly, grabbing your hand that was free.

You gave him a small smile "I'm okay, so is Judson, he's been really active today thought, how are you?"

This was every time you guys talked.

"I'm good . . . hey, where's Christina?" Nico asked, glancing around the room.

"She's in her room playing" you answer quietly.

Nico let go of his grip on your hand "I'm going to go give her a little visit" he declared and silently walked up the stairs to Christina's room.

After about five minutes, I heard slight talking and Nico came out of Christina's room and had a mask of disappointment on his face.

You gave him a questioning glance and he walked up to you, said nothing for the moment and just grabbed your hands and gently pulled them up.

"Don't act like you don't know" he finally said, his voice, although the sounding calm, you heard anger dripping from his calm demeanor.

In all reality, you did know what he meant, Christina must've told him about the scars.

You looked down defeated when Nico pulled up your sleeves to reveal the cuts.

As mad as you wanted to be a Christina, you knew she did the right thing by telling her father.

Nico sat down next to you, not letting go on your hands "yesterday? Yesterday?!" He said angrily, you flinched and he instantly calmed himself.

After regaining your bearings you nodded.

"Babe, you know it's bad. For you, for the baby. Do you really want to hurt him, and yourself that way?" Nico asked, his voice cracking.

You shook your head and looked up at Nico, only for a split second. His eyes, they were so full of disappointment, you couldn't handle it.

That, or you were being over dramatic—probably the latter.

Nico leaned forward, which made you lean back, being careful you laid down to the couch with Nico over you, looking down at you.

He gave you a small peck on the cheek.

"I love you, and you know that, but you got to stop, this—this is horrible" Nico said in a frank tone.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt him, or myself, it just, I just can't handle things well when you're gone. With Christina, and Judson coming soon, I'm getting overwhelmed" you mumbled.

Nico shook his head and played with your hair. "I'm seriously worried for you" he admitted.

You nodded "I know. And I'm worried about me too."

Even after hours of Nico talking it was no use, it didn't help, because as you said all those years ago, this isn't a fairytale, there's no happily ever after.