III. Dis -

Evelyn's P.O.V.

Earth had become infested with Titans. They tried hard to blend in, and I suppose if you hadn't seen them before, you would have no idea who they were. The person walking beside you, the man on the bus or the woman selling your child an ice cream. They were everywhere. I couldn't not notice. It was hard not to judge them after dealing with Star and Chase. Anytime I'd come across one of them in the Underworld I had to fight for my life, on Earth they were a lot more mellow. They just wanted to live, like humans. They were all being tracked like prisoners by Dorian. All gates were closed for any Titan traveling for the time being, due to so much damage that had been done to Olympus and the laws that were broken when I was killed.

Hayden begged for my forgiveness, but I had nothing to forgive him for. I wanted to forget it all and move on with our lives. Moving to the Underworld was easy. Like it had been my home all along. We still visited Earth every month. Dorian had slowly begun to forgive Hayden and they were becoming friends. I still suffered with nightmares and there were still spots of my memory that I could not recant. I felt different. I felt like I knew what death was like. The cold, empty, unsettling feeling of aging was difficult to live with. Hayden was immortal and I was aging and dying slowly. The feeling was terrifying. Hayden had learned to soothe me, but the feeling was still lingering in the back of my mind. I had made hundreds of friends, working by Hayden's side. The Olympus was nearly back to normal, just in time for Penelope's and Sylver's wedding.

Penelope had asked me to borrow our penthouse on Earth to get away for a weekend and she returned with a large rock on her finger. I helped Penelope plan it and organise it. I helped her pick the perfect white lace dress. The theme was of course flowers. The decorations were all pastel pink and blue. I was so proud of the work I had done. I had also had to extinguish some fires on the way. Not everyone was accepting of Penelope's husband choice nor Hayden's choice to date me. Due to so much backlash we had decided to move Penelope's wedding to the Olympus where we would all be protected and blessed by Rory.

I worked hard to make sure everything was in order for Penelope's wedding. Even traveling back and forth several times a day. Travelling between Olympus and Underworld was starting to take a toll on me. I was exhausted. I planned the bachelorette party in the Underworld to avoid having to travel even more. It was only a day away, which happened to be when I felt the worst. I woke up nauseous and with an awful migraine. I decided that I would power through and still go to work and to the bachelorette party. I thought I was doing well until several co-workers asked if I was feeling alright. I rushed to the bathroom and noticed how sick I looked. My face was pale, and I looked like I hadn't slept in years. I took the rest of the day off and went home.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Hayden greeted me at home, but I had no time to talk, rushing to the bathroom to throw up. "Are you okay?" He followed after me.

"Yeah, I think I have the flu or something." I replied washing my mouth. I decided that a nap was bound to fix all my problems and I set an alarm for 6PM. An hour was going to be enough to get ready for Penelope's bachelorette party.

I awoke feeling even worse. My head was spinning, and I felt even more sick. I couldn't possibly miss the bachelorette party being the host and having had invited Harley. I began to get ready and picked up my diary to make sure I had no important plans the day after so I could call in sick to recover. As I flipped through the pages, I noticed a pink strip on one of the days. Huh? I've been so busy I completely forgot about my period. Oh god. My period! I rushed into the bathroom overwhelmed by the feeling of nausea. I was nearly two weeks late. I felt a cold shiver run down my back. Surely, I can't be... I just can't be... can I? Hayden is infertile. There is no way I am pregnant. It's the flu. I found Hayden standing by the bathroom door, waiting for me with a worried expression. His tall frame had casted a large shadow over me.

"You should go back to bed; I'm sure Penelope will understand if you aren't feeling well." He insisted.

"I can't miss it, I invited Harley. P will die if I leave them alone." I insisted walking past him to finish getting ready.

"You're sick, you should be in bed." He grabbed my hand, pulling me into his large arms. He brushed my hair from my face and placed his lips on my forehead. "You don't have a fever. That's good." He kissed my lips softly, before letting me go.

"I've probably just been overworking. I'll take the day off tomorrow, but today I have to go. I can't just cancel and make Penelope deal with all the guests and the stripper." I continued to get dressed when I realised what I had said. I felt Hayden's stare from behind me. I couldn't help but laugh. I slowly turned around looking at his puzzled face.

"Excuse me? A stripper?" He smirked, coming closer. "Well now I can't possibly let you go." He wrapped his large arms around me, tightly squeezing me to his chest.

"Three of them actually." I added on chuckling.

"Three?!" He let go, looking down on me.

"It's a seductive show that these nymphs do. It's not actual strippers." I reassured him as he narrowed his eyes. "It's fairly tasteful. Well as tasteful as half naked men can be." I laughed teasing him further. I finished getting dressed, wearing a tight red dress. Penelope had shared some confidence with me and helped me dress. She had picked most of my clothes and they were all tight and some very revealing.

"Come on, how can I let you go when you look like this." Hayden gawked, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck.

"I don't have time for that. I'm already running late." I insisted, putting on some sickly perfume and collecting my bag. "I have to go. I love you." I kissed his cheek, rushing through the door.

"Have fun!"

I arrived only a couple minutes late. Rushing through the Underworld only made me feel worse, but I made it and could finally relax. Penelope embraced me as I walked into the venue and from afar, I could see Harley standing at a table with a champagne glass. She wore a beautiful light blue gown. She always looked so mesmerising and intimidating. Penelope seemed nervous as she pulled me aside to talk in private.

"I feel so out of place. Harley is here. Am I supposed to make a toast? Where have you been? You're supposed to help me." She yanked my arm tightly. Most brides were demanding, but it didn't help that Penelope wanted everything to be picture perfect.

"Calm down, I'm here. I'll make the toast and take care of everything." I assured her, before entering the room full of people. I greeted several guests on my way to greet Harley.

"Thank you so much for coming and for making the time to celebrate Penelope with us." I smiled extending my hand to Harley, she smiled reaching for my hand. As she touched my hand she quickly jumped back, hitting the edge of the table, and making all the glasses echo in a rhythm. Everyone looked over to us, startled by the sound and I felt my body drain and my skin pale in an instant.

"I'm sorry." She quickly laughed embarrassed as she moved from the table. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, knowing she had seen something awful.

"Sorry everyone, if you would like to all get to your seats, dinner and more drinks will be served shortly." I smiled as my hands trembled and I felt frozen. I wasn't willing to face Harley and I was terrified of what she had seen through my palm. I waited for her to walk past me as she looked for her table and I followed after her, looking for mine. Very conveniently we were both at the same table. I tried my hardest to get my breathing under control before I sat down at the table. I didn't want things to get awkward. I felt worse and worse by the minute, but I had no time to worry about it.