As i said in the little paragaph introduction thingy, this is not a TVD story. We're not supposed to write stories written by the author of this series, so i'm hiding it here and hoping none of you tattle on me.
Anywho, this is an Anita Blake story, set after Hit List. What happens if Anita finds out she is having a baby, and for once in her life it might actually work out? And how will all the men feel about it?
Please let me know how you feel about this, i'm not even sure about it myself but the plot line wont get out of my head. Mucho gracias.
'Bastard. Shit. Motherfucker.' I was sat on the floor of my bathroom at home, all the men were at work, the entire pard was doing something today, which was unusual. Good for me though. Really good for me today. It was getting close to dusk, and if I wanted to keep this little piece of news to myself for now, then I'd have to put my shields up real tight before the vampires rose for the night, but I just couldn't find the concentration to do it. The little plastic stick with it's double blue lines stared up at me from where I'd dropped it between my knees on the floor.
Well, shit. I'd had a pregnancy scare before, and that had been a false positive on a stick just like this one, but I'd only been a month late then. This was more like two and a half, almost three, and I'd never been that late in my entire life. Then again, I'd never been a month late in my life until the last time, and I'd not been pregnant that time. Maybe the same could be said for this time. Maybe. Hopefully. Shit.
I felt Jean-Claude wake for the night so suddenly in my head that it startled me and let me know just how down my metaphysical shields were. I fought to slam them back into place, to pull towers and sheets of metal into my mind before he got a look at what was going on there, but I was too slow. He caught a glimpse in my mind just before I slammed him out. He knew. Double shit. I didn't know if Jean-Claude would ring me, or drive over. Hell, maybe he'd fly over. That was the quickest way, and it was just dark enough out for him to do it, too. Either way, I had to be up off this floor before I talked to him. Gingerly, I picked up that traitorous little piece of plastic up off the floor and carried it through with me into the kitchen, where I left it on the table while I made coffee. Coffee would help. Coffee good. Anything else, bad.
Ten minutes and one full cup of coffee later, there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Jean-Claude because I felt that it was him, and he must have flown, because damn that was fast. Sighing, I stood up and walked through the kitchen and living room to unlock the front door for him. He stood there, perfect in his leather pants that looked painted on, the boots that he knew I loved laced all the way up the back of his legs to the top of his thighs. The shirt was white and silk, as usual, and the jacket he wore was the one I'd gotten him last Christmas, longer than the ones he usually wore, but velvet and nice and expensive all the same. His beautiful sculpted face was blank, he had that pleasant smile and blank eyes that I knew was his face when he was hiding his emotions from me. His shields were slammed shut as tightly as mine where, I had no idea how he was feeling and he was waiting for me to start talking as I led him through the house and back into the kitchen. I so did not know how to do this.
'I wouldn't have told you that way. I was trying to close my shields when you woke up.' Jean-Claude just nodded and folded himself into one of the kitchen table seats, opposite where I had been sat. With a sigh, I returned to my own seat and raised my eyes to meet his. As always, they were the darkest blue I'd ever seen without a hint of black, his double row of thick black lashes framed them perfectly.
'Maybe it's just like last time, a false positive.' I said to him across the table, but I could hear the doubt in my own voice, I knew he'd heard it too.
'Do you really believe that, ma petite?' He asked me, his voice as blank and as lovely as his face. I sighed and dropped my eyes from his, staring very intently into my empty coffee cup. It was one of the penguin ones that Micah had brought back from a trip.
'No, I don't think that's true this time.' I said, still not meeting his eyes.
'How many months have you missed?' Jean-Claude asked from across the table.
'Two and a half months, nearly three.' I mumbled back at him. He spent a moment considering that, he'd known me long enough and we'd been having sex long enough that he knew that was very unlike me. I heard him stand and take the few steps until he was beside my chair, I still refused to look up at him, but now it was because there were tears in my eyes. Damn it, I hate to cry.
'Ma petite..' I saw him hold a hand out to me in my peripheral vision but I tried to ignore it, I did not want to be held. I'd cry if I was held right now. Apparently, Jean-Claude didn't give a single shit about me crying though, and he unwrapped my hand from my mug and gave a tug on it. I looked up at him then, his face was now a mixture of concern, and another emotion I couldn't quite place, but it was enough. I threw myself into his arms and he caught me, held me like I knew he would. The tears came in a hot spill and ruined his perfect silk shirt and yet he still held me. He whispered French sweetness into my ear and ran soothing hands through my hair and over my back. I knew enough to know that he was telling me it would be okay, it would all be okay, he would not let anything happen to me.
Micah and Nathanial came home about an hour later, I'd stopped crying only about 15 minutes ago and was now curled up in Jean-Claude's lap on the sofa. We hadn't spoken about pregnancy or tests or babies, nothing at all actually. He had just held me and let me get it out, because he knew that it would be so much harder soon, because he wasn't the only man in my life that needed to know. So many other people needed to know about this. Nathanial was laughing at something Micah had said as they came through the door, they both looked as lovely as always. Micah's suit was black and perfectly fitted, making him look older. Nathanial was in his dance class clothes and had all that long auburn hair back in a braid that fell to his ankles. They both turned to us cuddling on the sofa and a moment later they stopped laughing and crossed the room to us. Something on my face or the way I was wrapped around Jean-Claude had told them that something was wrong. Nathanial leaned over the back of the sofa and Micah knelt in front of us, balancing himself with his hands on Jean-Claude's knees.
'Anita, what's happened?' Micah asked carefully, his face full of concern, I looked back over my shoulder and looked at Nathanial's face, which had worry plastered all over it. That was all it took, suddenly I was crying again and I fell from Jean-Claude's knees and into Micah's waiting lap. His arms went around me and he let me cry into him for a little while until he pulled back a little. Tears where still making tracks down my face.
'Sweetheart, what's wrong?' Micah asked carefully. Nathanial had moved to kneel beside us and I felt Jean-Claud as a reassuring weight at my back. I took a deep breath but couldn't raise my eyes to meet Micah's beautiful yellow-green leopard eyes.
'I think..' I paused and tried to think of how to word this to them. I must have stopped for too long because Nathanial reached out and touched my shoulder. Jean-Claude also put a hand against my neck and whispered 'Ma petite' at me. I took another deep breath and tried to continue.
'I think.. I think I'm pregnant.' It all came out as one long rush of breath and then I froze, waiting for their reactions.
When no one had said anything for more than a minute, I looked up. Micah's face was as careful and guarded as usual when he was trying to process something big like this. Nathanial was grinning. I mean, really grinning. Grinning so hard it looks like his face was alight. I wanted to glare at him, be angry at him for being happy about this, but I couldn't. I couldn't because it was so uncommon to see a true grin from Nathanial, and because it was contagious. He was so happy and it made a dent into my shields, let me let them down a little and let some of that happiness trickle into me. I looked up at him again, and couldn't help but give him a smile back.
That smile let Micah relax a little, I felt some tension leave Jean-Claude and I let myself be cuddled between the three of them. It was Micah who talked first, asking all the questions I knew he would ask. He was always practical, it was one of the things I loved about him.
'How many months have you missed?' It was exactly the same question Jean-Claude had asked and that made me smile too.
'Nearly three months.' I replied quietly, my voice didn't shake though and the tears were now drying in lines along my cheeks. Micah let out a low whistle.
'You've never missed that long before, right? It wasn't even that long the last time you thought you were pregnant?' Micah knew me as well, if not better than Jean-Claude, and he knew his facts were right, so I just nodded at him.
'You did the test?' Nathanial asked. I nodded at him too,
'It's on the kitchen table, two little blue lines and everything.' I replied, looking at him. Quick and graceful as only lycanthropes are, he was on his feet and walking towards the kitchen to get it. I knew that if any of the men who were really in my life would be excited about this, it would be him. And maybe Richard, but we hadn't been having much sex three months ago, the possibility of a baby of mine being his was unlikely.
Nathanial returned, little plastic stick in hand, still grinning. He was so beautiful that it made my heart pound, his perfect lavender eyes were bright and happy as he crouched down beside us again, clinging to that stick like it was the most precious thing in the world right now.
'I've peed on that, you know.' I said to him, but I had a smile on my face too. Nathanial just grinned that beautiful grin back at me.
'I know, but it wouldn't be the first of your bodily fluids I've had on me.' I blushed, I blushed really, really hard. He'd known I would have and as soon as he saw the heat rising in my cheeks he laughed. It was masculine and happy and so much him that the other two joined in too. I was so glad I was amusing them. I glared up at Nathanial, laughter still lining his face. He sighed a happy sigh and pulled me into his arms, laying kisses on the top of my head and down the side of my face, before coming to my mouth and kissing me deeply. It was all lips and tongues that caress every part of the others mouth. It was perfect. When he finally pulled away so we could breath, he looked down at me.
'Don't glare, Anita. I'm happy. How could I not be happy? If you're having a baby, how could I not be happy?' I knew Nathanial wanted kids, I knew that even if this child wasn't his biologically, although he had every chance, that he'd still bring it up as his own. That thought made me feel more secure. I knew the same of Micah when I looked over to see him smiling at us, my hand still in his was warm and comfortable, and I felt more safe again. I glanced behind me, and now Jean-Claude was smiling, and he nodded like he knew that I was asking if this child would have him as a daddy too. He nodded, and that's when I knew we could do this. We could all do this. If this was happening, we could do this.