Memoirs of Madness~46

I am not completely sure why I wound up in front of Wyatt's place. No, that's a complete lie, my feet seem to go on automatic pilot whenever I go for a walk. Even if  for the simple reasons of clearing my head, I subconsciously always walk that way. Blame it on my stalker tendencies when it comes to that man I suppose. God, how I miss him, and not for lack of Willa's trying to keep me always occupied and laughing. And so I wound up out front of his house, simply in a trance. I had no knowledge of anything or anyone around me, just the soft breeze being carried through the early night air. I am not sure when he came outside or even why he did. Maybe he saw me through the window and caught me in a daze. Maybe he sensed my closeness as I often did his. Or maybe even Willa dared to call him to tell him I was wondering out on my own and it really wasn't such a smart idea for me to be doing so. And as he drew closer, moving down the sidewalk towards me, I became suddenly very aware of his presence. Wyatt is the kind of man who commands attention when he is close by or maybe that is simply how I see him. It was obvious by the soft look on his face and his body language that Willa had told him. Gone was the angry man from a week or so ago, the one who refused to even come near me. We stood there for a few moments without a single word to each other, simply letting our gazes fix on the other. He didn't come straight out and say he knew, he simply asked if what Willa had told him and what she had overheard at my place was true. All I could do was nod. Some might argue that demons lie and might be fooling me into believing the baby is Wyatt's when in fact the unborn child is Sky's, but then again those same people do not know the life the way I do. The demons who continually visit, if not in physical form, then within my dreams are holding no punches back. Only another heir to the charmed ones throne would have them in such an uproar. Just as Willa never questioned me, neither did Wyatt. Though I am sure he has some possible doubts. I know I have absolutely no doubts. And as he drew me into his arms I felt a sudden release of tension I didn't even know I had been holding onto. Those arms promised no harm would come to either myself or the baby, even as the words were murmured softly into my ear. Being so close brought back the butterflies that I so often felt in the pit of my stomach when he was near, the same ones many had told me usually disappeared so shortly after knowing someone for awhile. We spent most of the night talking, discussing, holding each other, and deciding what would happen next. And the inevitable is what shall happen next, the down side to being thrilled at having Wyatt's child is knowing the betrayal I will soon have to reveal to Sky and Wyatt will somehow have to tell Chris as well. This will destroy so much, but this seems to be what we do and I feel worse for Wyatt than I do for myself. Wyatt deserves every happiness and I am not sure if I add to this or I somehow destroy what little chance he has at it whenever we are together. It always leads to us hurting others. For myself, I am what I am, I suppose it only goes to show that I am remaining true to my demonic nature and deceiving those around me. No one should feel pity for me, ever. I deserve every punishment I get, but I am not sure how the miracle of giving birth to a child is deserving punishment. Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when we first practice to deceive..