Chapter Nine
I hold Dante in my arms until early morning, peacefully, until there is a banging on the door that renews the barking of the coyote underneath my bed. "It must be Frank," she sighs and gets the door. As Dante opens the door two very tall and very large, half-naked men come into the apartment. The taller of the two smiles softly at Dante, "Hey Little Mutt, where is the runt?" one asks, who I'm guessing is Frank. He looks almost identical to Kahlil, but more masculine. He has an old warrior Indian hair cut, shaved close and almost like a Mohawk, which is very odd to see. The other is also tall but is boyish looking with curly black hair. "Underneath the bed," Dante says tiredly. The guys smell worse than vampires, not sweet like the vampires, more earthy. Like a tree rotting from a parasitic fungus. The two guys go into the bedroom, making the yipping louder and louder. "They smell," I comment to Dante as she looks on worriedly. "You smell like ass too," the guy with curls snarls back at me. "Shut it, Ben," Frank snaps at the other pulling out the coyote from the bed. "Is he going to be okay?" Dante asks nodding towards the struggling coyote. "He'll be okay once we both change," Frank cheerily responds, "You need to go the hospital though. Get that gash on your right side checked out." I look at Dante's right side, dried blood stains on my ripped t-shirt and I groan internally. "Come back later," Dante whispers as the two guys exit my apartment. "See you later, Little Mutt!" Franks laughs running down the steps. I gather my things to head to the hospital, "What are you doing?" "Taking you to the emergency room," I reply holding out sweat pants to her. When we do get to the emergency room, I ask for Dr. Cullen with a smile. The nurse glares at me but gives in and pages Dr. Cullen. "Hello Seth! What calls for this visit?" Dr. Cullen asks as he approaches us in the waiting room. "Dante picked up a pup and it just scratched her side," I state with a little guilt tingeing my voice. "Let's get it checked out," Dr. Cullen states and we follow him into an empty hospital room. "You guys got a puppy?" he laughs as he closes the door behind him. "Only test running. We are thinking about it though," Dante smiles, "Seth here wants something small, like a Chinese Crested, but I want something big like a King Red Doberman Pitcher. We just can't decide." Dr. Cullen laughs politely as he inspects and cleans Dante's wounds. They don't look bad, but I wouldn't want her to get infested. Mangy mutt. Dr. Cullen is finished and even stitches her up in a couple places and pulls of his gloves with a small smile. "Well, Miss Yearling, you are not going to have any complications with a couple of scratches. They won't even affect the baby," Dr. Cullen states with a pleased tone. Oh… holy… mother fucker. Baby…..baby…. a part of my genetics in Dante's uterus….baby…. my sperm joining with her egg…creating a blastula… then a gastrula… mitosis… metaphase…anaphase…. 2 cells…4 cells… 8 eight cells… baby…zygote…growing a heart…growing a brain…fingernails…toenails…baby. All of it flashes in front of my eyes; every time we've had sex… we've never used protection. "Baby?" "Yes," Dante squeaks out. Dr. Cullen remains silent as I look at him pleadingly to help me cognitively figure this one out. I can't believe we're having a baby. "How long?" "Well, I knew before I left to go back to Montana," Dante whispers and I make awkward noises with my throat. She looks so sad and I can barely hear her, "I didn't want to complicate your life." "What do you mean? Complicate my life?" I cry. "Seth, you have it perfect here! You have a beautiful family and wonderful friends. They all love you! And I'm just a screw up! I ruined my father's life when my mom dropped me on his doorstep! I didn't want to ruin yours! I wanted you to have it better than he did!" Dante sobs and Dr. Cullen hands her the tissues and exits. "Why did you come back then?" I am almost scared to hear her answer. "I got really sick. I got so sick that I wanted to fling myself off a fucking building! I felt like I didn't exist. The only reason why I didn't fling myself off a building was because I had a part of you inside of me. I couldn't hurt something that was a part of you. I couldn't do it, even when that part of you was making me puke my brains out of my skull, I couldn't make myself do it. I thought I could raise your baby by myself, but I can't, because I'm only a half of a person without you and half of a person can't raise a baby by itself," Dante cries. It takes me a moment to process all her words, "You missed me." "You are such an idiot! Out of all of that all you got was that I missed you?" Dante is half wailing and shouting now, "Seth Clearwater, I wanted to jump out a damn sky-scraper and all you got out of all of that was I missed you?" "Yes," I state calmly and grab her hands and kiss the both, "You are my imprint. I never thought you'd miss me. I missed you. I missed you so badly that I couldn't get up out of bed for almost three months. I never thought you being away from me would affect you in such a strong way." Dante eyes me curiously, though I am happy she has stopped crying. Her nose is all puffed up red and her eyes are so puffy they are almost closed together. She's not a very pretty crier. "Imprint?" she asks playing with my hands. "You're my other half, the woman I fix to, my anchor in a stormy sea, the peanut butter to my jelly, the fat kid to my Twinkie, my soul mate," I answer kissing her forehead. "I don't like you comparing me to a fat kid," Dante pouts. "You are fat, with my sperm," I tease and kiss her quickly. She laughs and pushes me away, wiping off the remaining tears from her face. She looks up at me with a hesitant smile, "So, you don't hate me?" "I love you to the moon and back," I state and kiss her lips again, "But I do wonder how you've kept the bun in the oven such a secret." Dante smiles at me shyly, "I'm not really showing at all, just a little gut. Besides that, I've been wearing your clothes and you are not very observant. So unobservant, you're almost mentally challenged." I chuckle and then sigh, "I'm sorry I didn't think about birth control." "I did, I was on the pill," Dante chirped, "You have super sperm." "That doesn't make me feel good, Dante. If I had super sperm, I'm going to have to call all of those hot bitches I tangled in the sheets with to make sure I don't have any more little Seth's running around," I laugh and play with her hair. She dryly laughs but then her expression turns serious, "I'm sorry about Ben, I know you heard me the other day, I was feeling so low that I didn't know what to do with myself." I bite my lip from snarling at the name of Ben; "It's okay, you came back to me." "I did," Dante states and twiddles with her hands, "You heard my whole conversation with Kahlil?" "I did," I grin. Maybe she'll admit now that she loves me. "Oh, okay." I smile even broader and start signing, "You want to kissss me, you want to hold me, you want to loooovvveeeee me." She blushes and looks away. I smile and give her a peck. She blushes even more and I laugh. "Dante, we are having a baby. You don't have to be afraid to tell me that you love me," I chuckle and kiss her deeply. "I'm scared," she whispers. "Don't be," I whisper back, "You might be the anchor to my boat, but I have the sails that will guide us." She is hysterically laughs now, "You…" more laugher, "are…" some snorts and giggles, "so cheesy!" "But you love me," I comment knowingly. "I do," Dante smiles. I grin silly and jump up real quick, "Let's get this avocado checked out!" "Did you just compare our baby to an avocado?" "You are about four months, the baby is about the size of an avocado," I state calmly. "Okay…I have no idea where you have picked up that useless information. But, I've been getting checkups ever since I've come back. Dr. Cullen is actually my doctor," Dante laughs. I'll have to thank Doctor Cullen for that one, smart vamp. Ever since Emily had such a hard time with her pregnancy, all the wives of the werewolves have been going to see Doctor Cullen. (Not all of the werewolves liked this. Paul had a conniption and was stuck as a wolf for three days. Rachel was not pleased.) "So you are good?" I ask hesitantly. Dante nods and slowly slides off the bed, "You didn't really let Dr. Cullen really talk to me." Cue Doctor Cullen, who just elegantly popped his head into the door, "Your doing fine Miss Yearling. Just make sure you don't strain the stitches and get plenty of rest." With glee I say goodbye to Doctor Cullen and practically skip out of the hospital with my very pregnant girlfriend. "So, is Avocado a boy or girl?" "I won't know Avocado's sex until my 18th week," Dante laughs and holds my hand as we walk out to the car. "We'll have to think of names for Avocado," I state happily. "I would hope so. We can't just keep on calling him Avocado. The poor child would have a complex," she giggles. "We'll call him Mango then," I laugh helping Dante into my truck. "Or Peach." "Or Rambutan." "What is a Rambutan?" "I have no idea, all I know is that it's a fruit." "You amaze me," Dante sighs and gives me a loving smile. "And you amaze me," I reply. And she really does. -SC- -SC- -SC- AN: So, this is my favorite chapter that I've written so far. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I must be on a writing buzz, because I've updated three chapters in three days. Yay! What is extremely sad is that I know I won't keep this up… Anyways, till next time!12/15/11: Okay, so I uploaded this chapter about a billion times and every time it becomes this big blocked mess and I am so sorry you guys. If you are really interested, shoot me a PM and I will bloody email you the chapter so you can read it in its proper format.
