Chapter 1
The News
A/N: So, besides that horrid song-fic I wrote, this is the first MR FF I have ever written, so I don't know how well it will turn out.
This is a prequel to Cyrce's story, 18, a Bird-Kid, and Pregnant, which is a great story. I strongly recommend it.
I do not own the MR series…I (unfortunately) am not James Patterson.
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There is no possible way I could ever, in the history of mankind…of the world, be pregnant.
Was there?
Fang and I only had sex once…we were protected…there was no possible way that I was pregnant…
But, there it was, in little pink letters stretched across the small stick.
Pregnant.
The test was a fluke. That's the only explanation to this. I mean, how the hell could a human pregnancy test tell me, a human-avian hybrid, that I'm pregnant? There's probably just a lot of bird DNA crap in my pee…Yep, that's it. I'm not pregnant; it's just the bird DNA.
My stomach lurched, and I flew (no pun intended) off the seat, lifted it up, and emptied the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl.
Ok…so maybe, there was a slight, itty-bitty, Pluto-compared-to-the-universe, possible chance of me being pregnant…
But, how do I tell Fang? And the rest of the Flock? Fang left me once, and I know he'd do it again…
I'm going to be a mom…a real mom. I've always been the mother figure with my Flock…I've always been the one to comfort the younger ones if there was ever a nightmare, always the one to fix and kiss a boo-boo better. I was the one to tuck them in at night, and now, I would have my own child to do those things with.
How do I tell Fang? The second I tell him, he'll leave me again, just like he did after I saved his life…
After I was done barfing my guts out, I rested my head against the cool seat of the toilet, before I felt my stomach lurch again.
This is going to suck.