Samantha Cassidy Maybe this princess could save herself.
That sounds like a pretty good story too.
Samantha hadn't quite been aware of when exactly the changes had occurred to her, but they had. After her initial freakout regarding her own pregnancy, Samantha had slowly started to warm up to the idea of the child that she would share with Kit. Slowly, her demeanor had changed from flighty and reckless to... motherly. She was no longer spontaneous, no longer running from place to place or from thing to thing. Now, she had chosen to settle down and make a permanent home for herself, even if she hadn't been fully prepared to call it Sacrosanct.
It was that demeanor that she wore now as the other fae placed himself on the bench beside her. Samantha made no effort to hide her stomach, instead she lovingly stroked her fingers across her skin, enjoying the way that she felt her own child respond by kicking at her hand. Ah, so the little thing would be ticklish. She felt the happiness radiating from her unborn child, and felt nothing but joy herself at the fact that her child was thriving. She had known this might not be easy, even prepared that the child may not live. After all, fae children certainly had a fight to make it even to birth.
Her posture was nothing short of confident as she looked at her companion, that chuckle leaving her lips as she assured him that she was in no trouble whatsoever. She might have thought she could be the things that he worried about when she first found out her condition, and yet Kit had proven to be anything but. Kit was already proving to be a doting father, a wonderful partner, and something... something else. She hadn't used the 'love' word with him yet, even though that feeling and attraction was certainly there. She had reserved those three words for only one person before, and she wanted to be sure she absolutely meant it before she let them slip from her lips once more. But they were coming, and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist her urge to tell him everything she felt.
"Stop that," Samantha said with a laugh at Troy's face when she mentioned that she'd found someone. "I know it's obvious, but it's worth saying." Her tone was stern, and yet entirely teasing at the same time. He wouldn't be her Troy if he didn't tease her mercilessly, now would he? There was no easy way to say what she needed to say next, even if she tried to figure out a less... direct way to say it. Her mention that it was someone he knew saw his brows furrow. She could feel his confusion, just as she could see him trying to consider the people he knew that she might also know. "It's not Dorian, if that's what you're thinking. He's like a brother," She teased lightly, though the choice of words might not have been the best. Her currently partner was 'like a brother', just not to Sam.
Samantha drew his hand to her stomach, smiling at the way he lit up at being able to feel her stirring child. "All they do is kick," Samantha said, momentarily diverting the conversation. "I'm positive it's a girl, though we don't know for sure. I'm going to have a dancer, I think." It had been something she hadn't shared with Kit yet, those feelings that they were going to have a daughter. It was too early to tell for sure, and still, Samantha was reluctant to go to a mundane doctor. After all, Samantha was dead. What could they possibly know about fae pregnancy? And she may not have mentioned it to Kit yet, but she knew he would be thrilled any way, as long as the baby was healthy. And yet Samantha couldn't help calling the baby she and her.
"She... well, they, I suppose, is extremely healthy," She said before continuing her previous line of thought, informing him that the child was his niece or nephew. She knew that would get a reaction from him, and she didn't react to his words. She knew Troy well enough to know that his mouth was moving before he'd had a real chance to think about what she had seen. She watched the realization come to him at the same time that Samantha nodded, confirming the person that he so suspected.
Samantha had not known the name of Troy's brother, though she had known that he had one. And she had not known Kit's brother's name, only that he was looking. But now that she knew the truth of who they were to each other, it was impossible not to see the resemblance between the two of them. They may not have looked identical, but the way they carried each other was similar, the way their eyes lit up... their smiles. God, now that she knew there was no way to not see it in each other. The thought made her smile, though that smile faded as the realization settled upon Troy. Samantha sat patiently as Troy took in the news. She didn't hold onto him as he pulled back or try to correct the scowl on his features. She could feel the myriad of emotions that washed over the man before they finally seemed to settle on hurt, sadness, betrayal. Samantha didn't move a muscle as he spoke, allowing him to fully speak and process this before she reacted at all.
Gently, Samantha reached out and put an hand on his arm. She could feel her empathic powers restlessly underneath her fingertips, aching to smooth out the sadness in the boy. She didn't care utilize her power, instead let him feel exactly what he felt for the time being. She couldn't imagine these feelings. "I knew you had a brother, but you never told me his name," Samantha said patiently before she moved her hand back, stroking her stomach gently. "We met the first time just a few days after the last time I saw you. He told me he was looking for someone, but didn't really specify who. We spent the day together and then I left Sacrosanct. I truly, honestly, did not expect to see him again."
Samantha looked up at him patiently. "But I suppose fate is a weird thing. We ran into each other in California a few months ago. He told me he was following a lead to find his brother. Again, we spent the day together... and well..." She motioned to her stomach. "The night too. But then we parted in the morning and again, I didn't expect to see him. Then I started to feel sick and tired and realized that I was pregnant, so I came here to find him." She tucked a lock of that red hair behind her ear, trying to convey that the story was complicated. "When we were speaking about powers and things the child might have, it came up that I knew a winged fae - the one he was looking for." She gave a small smile.
"It hasn't been long," Samantha promised, reaching over once more to take his hand. "It hasn't been months like you think. That conversation was just a few weeks ago. We've been working to get a place and find somewhere safe for us, and for the baby." She looked up at him. "Oh Troy, I found you as soon as I possibly could. I just want to reunite you and Kit. He's been incredible to me and I lo-" Samantha stopped herself, a blush creeping into her cheeks. The first time she said that word was certainly not going to be to his brother, after all. "Troy, please don't hate me."