The ocean roared outside my window every night like it was trying to drag me under.
I was six months pregnant now.
My belly was round and heavy, stretching the skin tight. The baby kicked constantly, strong little thumps that should have filled me with joy. Instead, they reminded me how alone we were. How I was raising this child in hiding, away from its father, because I couldn't stomach the idea of sharing him with Elena ever again.
My hatred for her had become an obsession.
I hated her voice.
I hated her "caring" messages that Bonnie still tried to relay.
I hated that she was the reason Stefan had come to Mystic Falls.
I hated that she would always be the girl he once planned forever with.
Even now, alone in this tiny apartment, the thought of them together made me physically sick.
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I was standing in the kitchen making ginger tea for the nausea when another wave of rage hit me.
Stefan had sent another letter yesterday. In it, he mentioned that Elena had been helping search for me. That she cried when she heard I was pregnant. That she wanted to be an aunt.
The paper was now ashes in the sink.
"Fuck you, Elena," I whispered bitterly, gripping the counter. "You don't get to play family. You don't get to be anywhere near my baby. You've taken enough from me."
The baby kicked hard, as if sensing my anger. I rubbed my belly soothingly, but the darkness inside me only grew.
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That night, the loneliness became unbearable.
I lay naked on the bed, sweat-slicked and aching, chasing release with memories of Stefan that grew more vivid every time.
Flashback
Stefan had me pinned against the wall of his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard and deep. His hips snapped forward with bruising force, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
"Tell me you're mine," he growled against my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
"I'm yours—Stefan—only yours!" I cried out, nails raking down his back as I came hard around him.
He groaned my name like a prayer and spilled deep inside me, holding me so tight I knew he'd never let go.
End of Flashback
I came with a broken sob, fingers buried inside myself, but the pleasure felt hollow. Empty. Tears streamed down my face as I curled into a ball, cradling my belly.
"I miss you," I whispered into the darkness. "I miss you so much, Stefan."
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Three days later, Stefan broke his promise to give me space.
He appeared at my door at 2 a.m., eyes wild, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. The moment I opened the door, he stepped inside without asking, pulling me into his arms.
"Myra…" His voice cracked as his hands moved over my swollen belly. "God, look at you. You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
I wanted to push him away. I wanted to scream at him.
Instead, I kissed him like I was drowning.
Clothes were torn off in seconds. Stefan dropped to his knees, kissing my belly reverently before burying his face between my thighs. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking until I came hard against his mouth, sobbing his name.
Then he stood, lifted me onto the kitchen table, and thrust into me in one deep stroke. We both moaned at the feeling — tight, wet, perfect. He fucked me hard and desperate, one hand on my belly, the other gripping my hip.
"I love you," he growled with every thrust. "Only you. Our baby. This is everything."
I came again, clenching around him so tightly he followed right after, filling me with a guttural groan.
Afterward, he carried me to bed and held me against his chest, one hand never leaving my belly.
But the peace didn't last.
"I talked to Elena today," he said quietly. "She wanted to know if you were okay. She's worried about the baby—"
I went rigid in his arms.
"Get out."
"Myra—"
"Get the fuck out, Stefan!" I shouted, pushing away from him. "I told you! If you keep contacting that bitch, I will end my life. Do you think I'm joking? I will take pills. I will walk into the ocean. I will do whatever it takes so my child doesn't grow up watching you choose her over us!"
Stefan looked like I'd ripped his heart out. He reached for me, tears in his eyes. "Myra, please don't say that. I blocked her. I told her to stop. She's just—"
"I don't care!" I screamed, hysteria rising. "She is poison. She is the reason I ran. If you speak to her again, even once, I swear on our baby's life I will not survive this."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Stefan stood slowly, devastated. "I love you more than anything. I'll prove it. No more Elena. No more anyone if that's what you need. Just… don't hurt yourself. Please."
He kissed my forehead, my belly, and left without another word.
The moment the door closed, I collapsed to the floor, sobbing violently, both hands wrapped around my belly.
"I'm sorry," I cried to the baby. "Mommy's so broken… but I'll protect you. Even if it means destroying myself."
The hatred for Elena had consumed me completely.
And I was terrified of what I might do if it got any worse.