They say everyone has a story and like all parents, my mothers told me mine was unique, but I didn't hear the real one until I was a teenager. Being adopted I knew that I came from somewhere else but I had no idea where the story had begun. Until now.


 

"Push, push Lacey! Just one more push and you'll meet your new little boy!" The doctor wearing the white coat and the pink crocs demanded more from the woman in front of her with her legs pulled into stirrups and her husband standing next to her trying not to pass out. The doctor focused all of her energy on the baby crowning, and pretty soon the head had been freed along with the shoulders and torso of the baby.

"He's almost here!" The doctor shouted over the labored breaths of the woman in the bed covered by the privacy blanket over her legs. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her husband held a shaking hand in his own. Soon the room was filled with victorious cries of a newborn child and the woman who slaved to bring her into the world was now having the baby shoved into her shaking arms. 

"You did it, Lace. You brought our son to us." Dale spoke kind words to the crying mother and when they looked down at their child all they could stare at was the mistake the doctor had shown them months ago.

"I think you mean daughter." The doctor spoke up smiling at them and hoping they didn't get mad because of a fuzzy sonogram they were shown when the child had only been in her mother's stomach for five months.

"She's perfect." They both told the baby while her cries dwindled into sobs telling them she wanted the comfort of their loving embrace. A nurse came by and took the child from them for a moment and cleaned her fresh pink skin and wrapped her in a blanket to match. Handing her back to her parents the staff gave them the room for a while. 

"Our first born child...I never thought I could love this hard before." Lacey spoke the soft words to her daughter who was now falling fast asleep. Dale, on the other hand, began to breathe heavy as a panic attack neared for him. Lacey looked up absently as if this sort of thing happened all the time. 

"What's going on, Dale? Why are you freaking out now and not when I went into labor?" Lacey asked in an almost singsong voice so she didn't wake the sleeping baby.

"Why did you put it that way? 'Firstborn child'? That's a weird thing to say!" Dale blubbered out as he took up a new hobby of pacing the hospital room floor. Lacey didn't yell at him or tell him he was being crazy, she usually would but she didn't get the chance when one of California's famous quakes began to shake their room.

"Dale, help us!" Lacey yelled for her husband but he was knocked to the ground when the last, but biggest, wave hit them. When he finally was able to stand back up he looked around the room to make sure nothing fell out of place. The staff didn't barge into the room to check on them, it was almost like the quake only happened to them in that room.

Lacey clutched the baby tighter to her, muffling her cries when a sudden voice spoke in the room.

"Dale Brooks, your time has come." An ominous voice called out after the last of the quakes. Dale couldn't move, he was frozen in his crouched position by the waiting chairs. Lacey didn't know what was going but she held the baby tighter until she thought the coast was clear, then another voice spoke up...

"Lacey Martin, it's time to pay." There was no one else in the room with them and then they heard a crack from across the room. They thought a wall had broken from the quake, but standing before them were two women that told them differently. 

After the dust and drywall finally settled the two figures came into view. One wearing a long black dress on that seemed to stretch for miles behind her, her face was porcelain white and her hair was as black as night. When she looked around the room she did so with a glare and not a stare. She epitomized the word dangerous.

The other one, however, was just about as opposite of her as Iceland and Greenland. Both were powerful but the second woman wore a sparkling white dress that stopped right at her ankles. Her long white hair shined bright with her tan skin opposing it. Her bright blue eyes struck the room when the dust settled around her. Her gaze through the word dangerous in their minds but it was a completely different kind.

"Dale Brooks, you know why I am here. This is the birth of your first child, you know your deal." Dale began to hyperventilate and when he looked over at his wife and daughter he knew what was going to happen.

"I'm so sorry honey. I made a terrible mistake." He was sobbing but the women looked at Lacey and knew she already understood what he was talking about. Because she too, had made a mistake. 

"No this is my fault, they're here for me. I made the mistake." She looked up at him and when the two strangers walked towards the bed they both held their breath.

"Actually I'm here for Dale" The women with the black hair spoke up.

"And I'm here for Lacey." The contrasting white-haired woman said her peace.

"You both made deals with us before you met. Dale wanted to meet his soulmate and have a long, happy life with them. He was brought to you and that should have been it. I asked in turn for his firstborn. He gladly gave it up." The woman in black pulled a snide smile across her face making shivers go down their spines. 

"You promised your first born? How could you do that?!" Lacey became aggravated and clutched the baby closer to her body, uncomfortably so. Dale had no words to speak to her.

"Lacey, you wanted wealth to last your entire life. You wanted to live comfortably and I made that happen. In return, you promised me your child as well." The woman in white smiled lovingly at them, though she didn't feel that way. She hated her job but did it regardless and with a smile. 

"It was both of us? Isn't there a double negative for something like this?" Dale asked with tears streaming down his face while his hand pressed against Lacey's shoulder. The women only shook their heads as an answer to his question.

"But what about our child? What are we suppose to do?" Lacey spoke between sobs. 

Dale looked at his wife and said the only thing he was thinking at that moment.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but we can always have another. It's not like their going to let her live after this, their witches for Christ's sake. I know we love her but this is probably the best answer." Dale caressed her face and tried not to look down at his daughter for fear of getting more attached.

"Are we done having our little lover's spat?" The taller and angrier woman asked.

"Oh stop it, Melanie, let them have...Continue Reading