𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 family is sacred even if it demands sacrifice
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IT WAS ABOUT two days after Jacob found out about Bella and he's been sticking around a lot which stunk up the house, and annoyed pretty much most of the residents of the house.
Plus, it didn't help that Dean and Sam had to go help their surrogate father — Bobby — with something that he was working on. They had left not that long after Jacob threw a fit which woke them up, which they got a call a few minutes later.
Ophelia has put all her attention and services on Bella who was growing more and more everyday, and looking more like the walking dead. It scared her to no end, especially when her blood wasn't helping any. So, she's been giving Bella as much hot soup and medicine as she possibly could, trying to do everything to make sure her best friend would survive.
"Do you need anything else?" Ophelia asked as she walked into the living room, setting down a fresh bowl of soup on the table in front of the pregnant human.
Bella lightly chuckled as the original helped her sit up. "Why don't you go out and do something for yourself?" She asked Ophelia who started rubbing her back. "You're always taking care of myself and Rebekah is currently out buying baby clothes for a baby we don't even know the gender of yet."
Ophelia chuckled. "That's just how she is, love." She pushed the human's hair back lightly and kissed her temple. "And I love taking care of you."
Bella snorted. "Sure you do." She slowly began to eat the soup with shaking hands.
"You know I love you, right, Bells?" Ophelia asked hesitantly as she stared at the human with wide, vulnerable brown eyes. Bella turned to her with raised brows. "I just... I've lost so much already. I don't want to lose you, too."
Bella sighed and grabbed her hand. "I would never willingly leave you, O. I love you, and even though you're not blood, you are my sister. Always and forever."
Ophelia nodded and pulled her into a delicate hug. "Always and forever."
IT WAS A few hours later when Rebekah came back that Ophelia decided to leave and to go visit Charlie. He still thought she was traveling with Sam and Dean, and thought Bella was on her honeymoon. She thought that he deserved to have a little surprise seeing as he has no idea on what is going on.
Yes, she wanted to tell him everything about what was happening, and she will, but not right now. She wants to make sure Bella will survive birth before deciding to tell him. Plus, both her and Bella want him to be out of the drama for as long as he possibly can be.
"Is that good?" Charlie asked as he watched Ophelia pick up a strawberry from her pancakes that he had made, and stick it her mouth. She hummed and nodded at him. "How about you add some of this to it?" He held up some Hershey syrup, and dazzled it on her pancakes. He then added a few more strawberries, and winked at her.
Ophelia snickered at him before taking a sip of her orange juice. "You know you didn't have to do this," she gestured to the extravagant breakfast he decided to make her even though it's the evening.
He had made a dozen pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. He then ran to the store quickly and grabbed a couple containers of strawberries, and dipped half of them in chocolate just because she mention that she might do that later.
"What? Am I not allowed to spoil my girls?" He asked with a fake offended expression which had her snorting. He then saw her frown and look down at her plate, so he was quick to assume things. "Is this about that Dean boy? Is he not treating you right? If so, I—"
Ophelia quickly shook her head and chuckled. "No, no, no. Dean is amazing. We are amazing. It's just that..." She thought about the fact that she wasn't his biological daughter and the fact he didn't know that big detail. "I feel like I'm neglecting you. I'm always off doing my own thing... I—"
It was Charlie's turn to shake his head, interrupting her. "You are an adult now. Hell, Bella is married already. You both have your own lives, I will not be holding you back from them. Live your life, but always back sure to come visit your pops so he doesn't go crazy."
Ophelia snickered as she picked up a piece of bacon and plopped it into her mouth. "Thank you for the delicious brunch. I haven't eaten anything today."
His brown eyes grew wide. "He is taking care of you, right?"
She nodded with a small smile. "I just have my mind preoccupied with many things, so I forget to eat sometimes. Nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?" He looked her up and down, making sure she was being fed.
Ophelia chuckled. "I am, pops. Don't worry too much about me." She then tilted her head and crinkled her eyes as she smiled. "I almost forgot. Can I go see my newly decorated room?"
Charlie almost choked on his food from forgetting about that. "Yes!" His eyes grew wide and he cleared his throat. "I mean... I hope you like it."
Ophelia stood up to her feet, snickering. "Lead the way, old man." She laughed as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"I am not old!" He protested as he led her to her bedroom.
