#REALIZATION#

ALEX'S POV

I wake up past mid-day feeling drowsy and lazy, the unusually extra lazy feeling. I felt like doing nothing. But I wanted to do so many things at the same time. I sat on the island in the kitchen staring at the freshly brewed coffee looking like a swirling pool of crap!

I gingerly walk to Mythias' room to find it lifeless. Absolutely no sign of life in here. Walking into another huge open lounge area which included a balcony I find Jake and Crate having an arm wrestle. They both stared each other down as Buttercup laughed his head off cheering Crate.

"Ooo...Carter's going to win this one mate!" Buttercup yells in excitement.

I make it to them and tickle Crate's weak spot; his neck.

"Done. $1200 now." Jake smiles up at me as Crate hands him the big bucks.

"He went to set some things up at one of the shops, he'll be back by tomorrow morning." Buttercup says to me knowing I would ask about Mythias somehow.

Feeling my mood sink I sit cross legged and lean onto Jake who earns a slap from me for attempting to cheer me up by handing me the $200 he just got off from Crate. So I sit beside Crate and hand him some of the Oreos I opened from the cabinet in the small display kitchen.

"Not fair." Jake says but I just shake my head and point to his laptop that lay stranded on the grey shag rug.

"I'm heading out later. Who's coming with?"

"Me." Crate states walking after Jake who left me with Buttercup.

"I'm going with them too, you can join for at least a drink."

"Ok, let me look presentable sir." I head up after a few hours to change into a black crop top and jeans with fishnet stockings beneath as I slide into my white converse shoes.

(OUTFIT ABOVE. ON THE LEFT IS THE IMAGINARY MYTHIAS.)

After a long chat with the boys tonight, I ditched my drink and made up an excuse to leave early. I called a cab and headed back to the mansion's garage. My safe haven for now. My mind wondered off to my supposedly fiancé and my father, what were they up to now?

But I was pretty occupied into sealing this car with a new colour, from the previous off colour it was now a matt black with the darkest shade of tint and custom black rims. I gave it another glance knowing it suited him in its own way.

I strip off the overall and in my previous outfit I walk into the mansion. No sound could be heard since the boys weren't here making it all the more depressing.

Where was all these sudden emotions coming from? Before I could answer my own thought I run into the bathroom to hurl my guts out. Oh no.

I think I have the flu, since it's definitely not my period. I only said that to Mythias just so that I could deny I was in pain because of the previous night.

I hold my head in my hands as I wash my face. I drink some medicine and a bottle of water to keep me hydrated. I feel the chills on my bare arms since I was only in a crop top small enough to be a sports bra.

I check the time on the clock above the entrance to the kitchen. I groan at the clear sign of the two hands. 4am.

I begin to walk and slump on the comfy couch when the front door clicks open. I peek over to find a tired Mythias loosening his tie in frustration.

"You know I can see you right?" he says nearing me. He wore just a dress shirt and denim joggers with laced boots. Why did he look so very striking?

And why did I also want to punch his perfectly sculpted face.

I huff in annoyance and cross my arms.

"What? No welcome hug?" He asks while opening his arms by his sides sarcastically as I begin to walk slowly in the opposite direction in anger. But after a few steps my rush of anger subsides as I turn almost too fast and jump into his arms. With my legs entangling his torso and my head buried in his shoulder he walks us up the stairs.

"Wait! You're already tired. I can walk Mythias" but he was having none of it and as soon as we reached his bed he placed his head on my chest and engulfed me into a tight embrace. I liked this side of him, the cuddly and soft side. I thread my fingers in his soft hair loving the feeling as he falls asleep peacefully.

I check the time after dozing off again and it was 10 in the morning. I vomited again and my stomach had this flipping feeling to it. I didn't know what it wants so I tip toed to Elaine's room to find her in buttercups room on the second floor. Lucky he wasn't there since I stood here in the bathroom along with Elaine by my side as we look at a small digital square.

It was positive.

Elaine envelopes me in a hug as I process that I was now pregnant!

I had this giddy feeling inside of me as a few tears fall. It was tears of realisation that there was no way a child could be brought up in this side of life. The ruthless, dirty and gruesome world of chaos. The mafia world.

"It's going to be alright Alex. You are going to be the best mother" Elaine cheers me to which I lighten up a bit.

I sniff and let out a chuckle.

"Ewww, I never cry..." Elaine lets out a giggle and pokes my tummy lightly.

"You can tell him whenever you're ready" I smile at her and give her a hug. One of appreciation.

"Thank you." Elaine nods her head with a huge grin and happily discards the evidence expertly. I smile at her antics as we both head down and she makes me breakfast. All I felt now was the calm.

The calm before the storm...