Tu Es Ma Lumière

75 - Underage

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Prompt  - maybe teenage frary baby's?

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Mary intently stares at the two tests. She bites her lip slowly, a slow, nervous, half smile starting to flicker upon her rose red lips as the idea these two white sticks project in her head begin to play. She's happy, nervous, excited, terrified, unsure.

Golden? Raven? Azure? Aurelian? The perfect blend?

She sighs, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with even more anxiety than before. This can't happen right now. She's going to one of the most prestigious universities and she's going to be something. Not now. Now now. But apparently, now.

She was going to be something. She was going to gain the credibility to finally take over her dead father's businesses that he put his heart and soul into. She was going to finally gain the leverage to kick her heartless mother out of her life for good this time. She was going to be a model daughter for her un-biological parents. She was in a relationship with the perfect man who she adored and who adored her the same. She has perfect friends and a good life. She's so young, not even twenty yet.

How could a baby -an actual small human- fit into that life?

Instinctively, she reached for her phone from the side of the sink and searches for Francis in her contacts. They've been together since they were twelve, maintaining a long distance relationship when she was in Scotland and he was in France. They were friends since childhood, and he was perfect, chivalrous and romantic and everything anybody could ever want.

His father had known her own, at one point being brothers in law, before her fathers' first wife died from cancer and he took another -her mother. James and Henry had always been close, however. Maintaining a strong bond until the day James died in a freak car crash when she was six days old.

She puts the phone down, letting go of her lip when she tasted the warm, iron-y metalicness of her own blood. If she's going to give the man a heart attack, then she may as well do it in person, right? He was on his way with Sebastian for a few weeks, anyway.

She breathed in and out shakily, biting her cheek as a sudden panic overtook her. What if he took it badly? Asked her to get rid of it? Of course, it was Francis, and the likelihood of that was slim, but there was still a chance that he could react in a way that she hoped he would not. The Valois' were very, very wealthy people. And they kept up appearances, image was an important feat for them. Hell, Henry's eldest son -Sebastian- had lived his life in hiding with his mother. What would they do when they knew the truth about her?

She hears keys in the front door, the unmistakable sound of them turning and the door opening. Mary inhales in panic. It's Kenna. She and her distant cousin had gotten a pretty house together in preparation of university that autumn. Of course, it did belong to the Stuart dynasty -being part of James' estates all over Scotland- but they had paid there way, being independent women and whatnot.

The second she opens the door, however, Mary's panic gets the best of her and she sprints from her place upon the sink and throws up loudly. Her body tenses and she squeezes her eyes shut, fists clenching as she retches violently over and over. Of course, it couldn't be morning sickness this early. It was just fear, with a bit of baby news sprung up as well.

She closes her eyes again when she hears Kenna's unmistakable gait rushing up the stairs and over towards her. The white door slams open and she winces, hearing her cousin and friend gasp and rush over towards her. Of course, she and Lola were closer related than she and Kenna, but Kenna did care for her a great deal more than Lola did. Lola tended to act and speak without thinking, so if anybody was going to come to their home and see her in such a state, Mary was glad that it would be Kenna rather than anybody else.