Chapter twenty eight:

Melanie POV

"So your mother forced you into an arranged marriage?" Grandmother queried with anguish, clearly displeased about not knowing anything about it. Nodding sheepishly I continued on with my lengthened story "Yes, she forced me to marry this man named Henry. Henry Cavill. He is actually a celebrity, I am unsure if you would know him?"

Grandmothers eyebrow arched "I don't believe I do recognise the name... though who cares who he is, are you happy?" Stifling a laugh already knowing Nana wouldn't be accustomed to him due to her field of films being tightly boxed- mainly novels is what she indulged in. Always deeming television wasted time- bad for your eyes and the most iconic one of them all 'You'll get square eyes'.

"Ironically nana, we fell in love. We was never meant to- but we did. I am happy" A warm smile grazed over the crinkled cheeks on nana's face, believing me whole heartedly. "Then whatever is the matter?" Frowning instantly- removing the doe eyes and replacing them with worry I taunted with myself whether or not to tell her. "Nothing is the matter, I just wanted to talk to someone about it.." I lied straight through my teeth.

a loud sip from grandmothers cup sounded in a somewhat strained squeak "You're lying" Clutching my hands together and digging my nails into my palms I felt the colour wash from my face- now feeling paled and sickly. "N-no not at all" Instinctively I licked my dry lips which only added to the lies further- who was I kidding, my nan could read me like an open book. "Tell me the truth now Melanie" At this moment I decided to make a mental note that I apparently was as readable as ever- maybe not such a tightly closed box.

"So I am kind of pregnant" I jutted out, sickness wafting up my nostrils due to the sudden adrenaline kick; my heart palpitating through my ribcage with haste. Dorothy simply clasped her mouth with her skinny hand- a light chuckle being muffled. "Oh my dear you had me so scared!" Knitting my brows in confusion I peered up intently at the now grinning lady across the room which only startled me more.

"Did you think I was going to scold you?"

Clicking my knuckles was a bad habit of mine which I was now doing as second nature- even causing Fergus to shiver at the sound. "But nan I am pregnant. Why are you not mad?"

Dorothy peeled herself from her chair, taking hold of her table for support. "You're old enough to not need the birds and bee's talk Melanie. You knew it was always a possibility. You're also old enough to make your own choices, so why could little ol me change that? All I care about is your happiness"

a light blush tinted my plumped cheeks- finally adding colour back to my white stricken face. "Thank you nana, You always know the right things to say"

Nana stepped towards me, ordering me to stand with her eyes "Now give me a hug- you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Sucking back a laugh I wrapped my arms around my nans small, shortened frame. Careful not to hurt her in the process "And I am not fragile my dear, hug me means hug me" Dorothy grumbled pulling me in tighter so all the air sucked out of my lungs.

Henry POV

Gingerly my fingers grasped upon a photo- there was piles of beautiful green fields in the background with Melanie as a child holding a small, white Scottish terrier. Next to her was an older lady that had high cheekbones with short cut greying hair- though it was mostly a dark brunette. I gathered this to be her grandmother- the smile Melanie wore was picturesque; I loved seeing her so happy. That is when it clicked, I recognised where this photo was taken. This was Scotland- more specifically the northern highlands. As I had visited before I was accustomed to certain details. Though it did not answer one of my questions which was most important- where would she be staying? After-all I am not physic. This was going to be gravely annoying as well as difficult but instead of pondering with my thoughts I decided to wing it.

Looking upon my furry best friend I fist bumped the air "We are going to Scotland Kal!" The pup jumped into my lap with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, clear excitement leaching off him. "Think about all the walks-

Instant regret washed over me seeing him now skid across the floorboards, panting increasing with little yaps escaping his mouth. Every dog owner knows to never say the 'W' word otherwise you're left with a dog in overdrive. "When we get to Scotland" Bemused I grabbed my rucksack and also Kal's very own travelling bag, piling them up with various amounts of clothes and some unneeded things too- such as a few world of Warcraft figurines.

Clicking purchase on the airline website confirmed the destination which fuelled me with nerves and excitement. I get to see Melanie and hopefully uncover the reasoning for that photo circling the net as well as why she left me in the first place. Kal began to paw my leg in disapproval that I was sat down- eagerly wanting to go and explore. Petting him generously I stood up, brushing imaginary dust from my khakis "Stop being impatient will you boy? I should be the one impatient!" Frowning he just stared at me in 'awe' creating my demeanour to soften instantly.

Melanie POV:

I began to miss Henry; too much. It had only been 48 hours yet my heart was beginning to ache from the lack of Henry contact. Even just being in his presence was enough for me. Grabbing myself an apple I bit into it hungrily, realising I hadn't eaten properly all day which luckily Nana hadn't caught on to otherwise I would be fed the entire village's cupboards, especially now she knows I am eating for two.

My belly turned inwards as I felt bile rush to the back of my throat- rushing to the toilet I began to hurl the very little contents of my stomach. Realising that baby Cavill wasn't happy with my food choices. Least that was something to tick off the slowly growing list- Baby cavill does not like apples or my poor excuse pancakes. "Take these" Dorothy demanded as she threw me a pack of ginger biscuits. Pulling up my nose in disgust I unravelled the packet earning a look or approval. "When I was pregnant with your mother I had to live and die on ginger biscuits"

Rubbing my temples I nodded sweetly; though inside I was frustrated- I hated being cared for considering I have always grown up relying on myself. Though I appreciated the concern. Placing a biscuit in my mouth instantly ridded me of the horrible sickness taste whirling on my taste buds which I was eternally grateful for. "Thank you" My hands placed themselves on the toilet seat, pulling myself up. "These aren't too bad"

"See, I am just the best aren't I ?" Rolling my eyes tediously I nodded "Yes Nana you're the best" I hated ginger biscuits yet these tasted pretty good, it also settled the little bean which was enough for me.

Trudging into the living room I began to pick up a few empty cups that nan had been drinking from- the very evident mountain of tea was piling up which only made me cringe. "How much tea do you drink woman?" Frowning Dorothy began to prep herself yet another cup of tea, making me eye her with crazy eyes. I never understood how someone could live on cups of tea as if they were going out of fashion- I enjoyed one now and again but not where it consumed my daily diet.

The night began to creep in leaving the stars to relish in all their glory. They shon down upon the tattered, chocolate box bungalow that me and my nanny was finding comfort in. Her home genuinely did feel like home which I missed so much- I did enjoy the luxury lifestyle Henry had bestowed upon me but it was never quite home and to be a home it needed that feeling of security not luxury.

Deciding to both sit outside on the battered, oak bench we gazed upon the many beautiful spotlights that enhanced everything down below. Grandmother was situated where no other houses were- call it the middle of no where if you will. I needed this break from reality more than I once thought; it truly was blissful. "Melanie whatever you decide to do with the baby, know that I will support you"

"Thank you nanny but I have decided"

Nana looked at me with loving eyes- reassuring me that whichever choice I made was going to be accepted by her without a single ounce of doubt. Which only added to the happiness circling inside me.

"I am keeping the baby Nana, I have decided. Baby Cavill is staying" Even though the thought of being a parent terrified me I already felt so much overpowering love; this little being will be the most loved child possible, I would make sure of it.

"Then baby cavill, its nice to meet you" Dorothy cooed, placing her hands upon my belly, a wide grin plastered on my face as I watched the interaction. Me, my nana and baby cavill watching the stars together.