On the advice of a reviewee Codenamed-Bolt, I am just going to add stories to this fic, so they are all clean. This one deals with Anabel and Delia, with Delia not being pleased about the relationship. Hope you like where it is going, and like where I go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

It had been a few days since Anabel and Ash had gotten together, and Delia was back at the house. She noticed Ash was in a happy mood, much happier than he had been since he came back from Unova. When she asked him about it, he told her not to worry.

Ash knew that his mother wanted him to be with Misty. She loved Misty like a daughter, and wanted her to be one. She had pushed Ash in the past to be with her, but Ash always resisted. Ash's mother clung to the hope that someday, her Ash would be walking down the aisle with her Misty. Ash also knew she didn't trust Anabel, as she suspected her feelings towards Ash, and Ash's feelings towards her. She considered her as a daughter robber, stealing the girl that should be her daughter from her.

Ash was afraid of his mother's reaction to the news, but Anabel wasn't. She decided she would take the heat of the conversation, and have a one-on-one with her, telling her of their relationship and other plans they had. Ash thanked her a hundred times over, and left Anabel to her own devices.

Finally, a week after the two had gotten together; Anabel was prepared to talk to Delia. She had her Alakazam on hand, in case she attacked her. While Delia was out, Anabel made a pot of tea and set up the china in preparation for the talk. Delia came back to the house, surprised to find Anabel sitting in her living room, alone, with the tea ready to be served.

"Please Delia, sit down. We need to talk." Anabel motioned to the other chair.

Delia looked at her suspiciously, but granted her request. She calmly sat down in the seat next to her, and gave a fake smile. "Ok, dear. What would you like to talk about?"

Anabel smiled back." I want to talk to you about Ash."

Delia eyes perked up. "Yes, what about him?"

Anabel took a deep breath and exhaled. "I am here to tell you that Ash and I are now together."

The color nearly went from Delia's face. "Wha, what, what dear?"

"Me and Ash are dating." Anabel put it bluntly.

Delia put back on a fake smile. "That is… good"

Anabel shook her head. "You can stop the act, Delia. I can sense how you really feel."

Delia put on a smirk instead. "I forgot about that. Tell me, what do you sense?"

"Animosity. Strong dislike. An overall dislike for me. A wish that Ash was with a certain red-headed gym leader than me." Anabel was playing it cool, since she sensed something else.

Delia nodded. "That sounds about right. I don't like you Anabel. I don't think I would like you even if you hadn't stolen Ash from Misty."

Anabel shook her head. "I didn't take Ash from Misty. Misty gave up on Ash a while ago."

Delia shook her head right back at her. "Impossible. Misty still comes over, crying about how Ash doesn't notice her, and how much she loves Ash."

Anabel cocks her head. "That doesn't even sound like Misty. And whenever I am around, she doesn't give off any romantic feelings for Ash."

Delia glared at her. "Well, she is just hiding them from you. You know, I think that is part of the reason why I don't like you. You think you can invade people's private feelings, and they would never know."

Anabel sighed. "It isn't like I do it on purpose. It just happens. And, she wouldn't be able to hide them from me. Only people with training can even think about doing something like that."

"Well, she has been hiding her feelings for years from people; she has had enough experience with it to block it off from people like you." Delia said defiantly.

Anabel just shook her head. "I doubt it. I am telling you that she is over any romantic feelings she had for Ash. Could you please get off the Misty trip and just be happy your son has found someone that he actually will love."

"And what does that mean?" Delia asked her, unsure of what she meant.

"Did Ash ever tell you why he never looked at girls?" Anabel asked, much to Delia's surprise.

Delia sighed. "Well, as much as I love him, you have to admit he can be dense at times." Anabel stopped her there.

"Actually, from what he told me, he always understood romance. Getting read romance novels and watching chick flicks with you made sure of that."

Delia shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't be the type to read him stories about monsters, or watch action movies, now am I?"

Anabel nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I understand. But Ash never looked at girls because he was afraid he would be like his father."

Delia looked away, frowning. She looked at the chest that had the picture of Red within. "I can… understand that. Ash would think like that."

Seeing this as a way in, Anabel grabbed Delia's hand, gaining her attention. "But he feels that I am worth any risk, though me and Brock tried to tell him there is none. And I hope you can be happy for us, and accept me as Ash's girlfriend."

Delia listened, and found herself agreeing up until the word 'girlfriend'. Then, she broke out of the trance. "Wait, Brock knows? Who else knows about this relationship?"

Anabel shrugged. "No one, really. It isn't like we would go call all of our friends and tell them. Pretty much anyone that has seen us in town, Brock, and you."

"So you haven't told Misty?" Delia asked, wheels spinning around in her head.

"No, not yet." Anabel was beginning to see where she was going

"Then why don't we tell her. Then you will see that she is still in love with Ash." Delia said triumphantly.

Anabel sighed. "Fine. Let's tell Misty."

Both were confident that they were the one that was right. They walked to the kitchen, where the videophone was kept. Delia motioned Anabel to call, and Anabel sighed. She punched in the numbers to the Cerulean Gym, waiting to hear what she already knew. Misty answered the phone.

"Hey Anabel! How is it going?"

"Really well. Guess what?" Anabel was going for it immediately.

"What?"

"Me and Ash finally got together!"

Delia was shocked at Anabel's forwardness. Anabel knew of Misty's temper, and she had just openly provoked it. Delia almost pitied Anabel. Almost.

"Oh my god! Finally! You guys are such a cute couple!" Misty squealed enthusiastically.

Delia was stunned. She quickly walked on-screen and glared at Misty. "What?"

Misty actually backed down as she saw her. "Um, hi Ms. Ketchum!" She meekly waved at her.

Delia shook her head. "You are not mad. Furious. Angry at Anabel? What is going on here?"

Misty shook her head weakly. "No, not really."

Delia was still fuming. "Then why did you come over, and cry to me. Tell me how you wish Ash would see you. How Ash would grow up and love you. How, just a few days ago, you called me just to talk about Ash? Can you explain that?"

Misty's cheeks went red. "No."

Delia just glared at her." Then what the heck is going on! Why are you not mad that Anabel took Ash from you?"

Misty just shrugged her shoulders. "Why should I be? Ash was never mine. He never had feelings for me. And I don't have feelings for him"

Delia just looked at her incredulously." Then why the hell have you been crying on my shoulder for years about him? Why did you confess your love of Ash to me?""

Misty looked away from her.""

Delia shook her head. "Answer me, Misty. Why?"

Misty cheeks turned red, and shook her head. "No."

"Misty Kasumi Waterflower, answer me right now!" Delia forcefully told her.

Misty just looked at her, with an odd glint in her eyes. A glint Anabel could read.

She walked back on-screen. "Was it because you can't tell her who you really love?"

Misty's mouth dropped. "I didn't know you could feel the emotion of people over the phone!"

Anabel shook her head. "No, but I can read facial expressions pretty well."

Delia look confused. "So it's true. You wouldn't tell me who you really love?" Misty nodded her head slowly. "Can you tell me now?"

Misty looked at her, gulping. Anabel had a good idea what she was thinking, but it was up to Misty to say it. There was an awkward silence, before Misty broke it.

"I… can't."

Delia just looked back at her. "Misty, you know I love you, right? That I won't hurt you. You can tell me who you are in love with."

Misty began to shake. She tried to form the words, but couldn't. Anabel gave her a thumbs-up, trying to encourage her. It worked. "You."

"What?" Delia was in disbelief.

"I'm in love with you, Ms. Ketchum." Misty said, a little more strongly this time.

Only one word ran through Delia's mind. "Why?"

Misty looked at Anabel, and Anabel just nodded at her. Anabel slowly backed off, as Misty began explaining.

"Well, at first, I thought of you like a mom. And you loved me like one, and that was really nice. But, the more I hung out with you… the more my feelings changed. I knew no one was there to love you, and I wanted to be that person. But… you only loved me like a daughter. And I needed a way to express my feelings, so I just kept saying it was Ash. But it's been you, and it's been you for a long time. I'm sorry."

Delia just looked at her. She cracked a smile. "Thank you, Misty. That is very sweet. How would you like to come over, so we can talk about it. In private." She made a quick glance towards Anabel. "Is that okay?"

Misty was feeling better, as she wasn't completely rejected. "Ok, Ms. Ketchum. I will. Well, I have to get going anyway. I will come over as when I can. Well, bye." She waved good-bye.

Anabel quickly called from offscreen. "Bye, Misty."

Delia nodded to her. "Good bye. And Misty?"

"Yes, Ms. Ketchum?"

"You can call me Delia."

Misty blushed. "Ok, bye. Delia." She shut the videophone off.

Delia slowly walked back to the living room, ignoring Anabel. Anabel just stood though, feeling odd. She had won the argument, but possibly ruined a relationship. Who would have thought Misty would be in love with Delia? She would have never guessed that. She felt sorry for Misty, having to go through that. Anabel followed her into the next room.

She was very tempted to read her feelings, to find out how she felt about what she had just learned, but she couldn't. It was too private. Too personal. Anabel knew that she should only know what Delia would tell her. Anabel found her sitting back down, actually pouring a cup of tea. Anabel quietly sat down beside her.

"So, what are you thinking?" Anabel asked politely.

"Can't you tell? You're the empath." Delia said, only managing to put in a pinch of bite.

"I'd rather not. I understand this is really personal, and I shouldn't know anything that you don't want to tell me." Anabel told her simply.

Delia nodded. "Thank you for that. But I don't think you could read my emotions if you try. I feel flattered, that someone loves me. I feel shocked, since that person is Misty. A little betrayed, because I have been lied to. Kind of dumb, since I never noticed it. And happy for Misty that she moved on from my son since he had found someone."

"So, do you have any idea what you are going to say when Misty comes over?" Anabel asked innocently.

Delia shook her head. "Not really. What do you say in a situation like this? Honestly, it will probably come from the heart."

Anabel nodded in agreement. "I think that is for the best."

They sat there, in silence for a minute. They looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Finally, Anabel decided to get back to the original purpose of the discussion. "So, how are you feeling about me and Ash now?"

Delia looked at Anabel for a moment, and broke into a small smile. "Though I may not like you that much, you are the one my Ash wants to be with, and I respect his decisions." She paused for a moment, and her attitude shifted some." Though if you ever hurt him, I will get Misty to use her mallet on you. Understand, missy?"

Anabel, even without trying, could feel the seriousness in Delia's words. "Yes, mam." She nodded to Delia's terms, and looked away.

Delia smiled at her compliance, feeling slightly better about the situation. "Well, good. Anything else you would like to talk about?"

Anabel thought about it for a moment, and thought Delia deserve to know. "I think you deserve to know, that I know."

Delia hadn't expected this, and was confused. "Know what?"

Anabel hesitated to say it. "I didn't exactly look for it, but read it when you told me to read your reaction earlier."

Delia was seriously confused. "What?"

Anabel sighed. "That you're pregnant."

Delia's eyes went wide. She knew she was pregnant, but knew it was too early for any symptoms to show." How do you know?"

"Like I said, I sensed it when you told me to read your emotions earlier. I noticed there was two signatures, only possible if the women is pregnant."

Delia nodded at the information, not really understanding what she meant, but understood what it meant. An uncomfortable look spread over her face. "Please, don't tell Ash. Or anyone, for that matter. I want to be the one that tells people, to tell Ash."

Anabel nodded. "Of course, I would never do that. Ash shouldn't be hearing that he is going to be a brother from his girlfriend." Delia flinched at the 'g' word, but was happy Anabel wouldn't say anything. Anabel continued. "If you don't mind me asking, who is the father?"

Delia had an embarrassed look on the face. "I don't want to say. I haven't even told him that I'm pregnant."

Anabel pressed, out of curiosity. "Is it someone I know?"

Delia was still embarrassed. "I'm not saying."

Despite all of her maturity, Anabel could act like an average teenage girl at times. This was one of them." Come on, tell me!"

Delia gave a serious motherly look at her. "I said no!" Her voice was very forceful, enough for Anabel to stop.

"Ok." That was all Anabel could muster.

Delia finally took a sip of the tea she had poured earlier. "Uhh, it's too tart." She told herself. She grabbed the pot and walked back to the kitchen. "I am making a new batch. Alright, Anabel?" She didn't leave enough time for Anabel to respond. She was already in the kitchen, dumping out the tart tea.

Anabel was left alone, to think to herself. She only had one sentiment.

"That went well."

So, this was interesting, right? First off, I did not find a name for MistyxDelia, so, unless someone knows otherwise, it is hereby called Surrogateshipping, since delia is a surrogate mom and misty a surrogate daughter. I don't want to make it solely about Ash and Anabel, hence the widening of sub-plots. Once I set them all in motion, the stories will include parts oef each, and not be exclusively for one. the first reviewer who can guess A. The father of Delia' kid and B. when it occured gets an advanced read on my next up-date and gets their opinion first. Only one guess per reviewer. So, tell me how I did in your reviews, and i hoped you loved it!