Ok here you are, another chapter, I'm so amazed at myself this week I can't believe I've had time to update. But I have so here it is, enjoy! P.s. this has nothing to do with the FBI, it's a filler chapter, but I think you'll enjoy it-if you like Gabriel…
Blood and Chocolate: A New Generation, Part 1
Chapter 9: Relaxed
I must have fallen asleep in Kaleb's bed because the next thing I knew I was being carried in strong arms through a dark night, the only light to see by came from the crescent moon visible just over Gabriel's left shoulder.
"Hey," He smirked down at me.
"Hey, yourself." I leaned my head against him and sighed, blinking sleep out of my eyes.
"You know you can put me down now, I'm awake."
"I know." Gabriel kept on walking.
I looked up at him questioningly.
"Maybe I want to carry you."
I looked around. "You do know that as of a few hours ago we have FBI agents crawling all over our territory, right?"
Gabriel's grin widened. "I know."
"How can you be so calm?"
"I think the best way to displace any suspicion is to relax- to do what we want, act natural."
"And you normally carry me across the grounds?"
"I want to now."
I chuckled wrapping my arms around his neck, "Then I doubt we'll be relaxing."
When we got back to the cabin, he finally set me down only to guide me backwards towards the bedroom with his lips, hands moving around my waist, warm fingers lightly pulling at the waist of my jeans. Oddly, I felt very relaxed, like his kiss was a drug, or a medicine I needed to take-which made me think.
"Hm, mhmm, hold on-wait a minute." I leaned away from him so I could look into his eyes. "I have to go to the bathroom a sec." Gabriel reluctantly let me go.
Once I was in the bathroom, I searched under the sink in the cabinet. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" Gabriel was standing in the doorway a dark green opaque glass jar in this hand.
"How did you find it?" No one but me looked under the bathroom sink-I was the only one who cleaned in this cabin.
"Abbey tripped outside the cabin and scraped her knee on some gravel. I was looking for peroxide. Good thing I didn't put this on her cut. Speaking of which, what does it do?"
"It's something Persia gave me before she passed. She told me to use it when I was really ready to have pups." I'd been taking it since Charlie got pregnant, after Gabriel and I talked.
"I figured-I meant what does it do to you? It has a toxic label on it." Gabriel leaned against the doorway. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Persia started making it when she realized what was wrong after I was shot. She figured normal remedies wouldn't work."
Gabriel took a step forward-not in a menacing way, but one of those steps he gave the pack when they hedged his questions. It was a step that said he would find out whatever you were hiding so you might as well tell him.
"Its and old concoction she found in her old books. Loup-garou healers used to give it to barren females who'd become that way through internal injury. Its meant to clean away dead scar tissue. She figured that's what was stopping me."
"So its poison? If it eats away dead tissue its poison. You're poisoning yourself, to give me pups." Gabriel's gaze said it all; he did not approve. This is exactly why I didn't tell him, I knew he would react like this.
"It doesn't eat anything away…it just flushes the bad, dead stuff out. The stuff that was poisoned to begin with. It hasn't had any bad side affects."
"How long have you been taking it?"
"A few weeks."
"How can you tell if its working?"
"If any unnatural clumps come out in my piss or bowel movements, its working. Look, the other day I saw some-not a lot, but I think its finally working!" I wasn't lying, but I doubted that little bit I saw would amount to much if I continued to take it so sparingly like I was. I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a few extra teaspoons while it was on my mind. Unfortunately that was right before we have sex, but if I got Gabriel on board, it wouldn't matter, I wouldnt have to hide it from him.
Gabriel looked like he was going to press the issue about the side effects, but decided not to, the idea that something might finally be working was too exciting.
He handed me the jar. "The second you start feeling bad or you see a lot come out you stop taking it. If I have to stand over you while you piss I will."
I carelessly took a swig from the jar, estimating what I thought was two spoonfuls before lidding the jar. I moved toward Gabriel, "Now where were we?"
***
"I hate that we can't change." I complained later stretching my toned legs out over his.
"Well we could-we'd just have to stay inside," Gabriel mused as I watched the exciting sight of his shaggier hair and deliciously lengthened claws recede as he cooled down.
I turned to lie against him, "Baby, we couldn't keep it inside." I kissed him tasting the cool sweat that had collected over his upper lip.
He chuckled darkly, "No, we probably couldn't."
We were quiet for a moment, the sounds of a summer night drifting in through the closed window. I longed to open them, it was stifling in here, but with the FBI lurking around the place I didn't want to chance us being overheard.
"Do you remember when Persia was training Jenny?" I asked.
"Yeah, right before the first Jacqueline incident."
"She said something about how she hadn't planned on teaching Jenny, that a natural born healer was supposed to arrive…and she looked at me. Do you think we were supposed to have a little healer?" I looked up at him expectantly.
"I guess, Persia never said anything that wasn't true. She always knew what was going to happen…she had a lot of freaky talents."
"There's always one in the pack." I smiled to myself.
"Well two, Jenny, that is if we do have a little princess with mad skills."
"Who says it has to be a girl? Males can be healers too. Besides, Jenny's not a true healer, it would only be one. Persia nurtured her small spark of skill, her real talent lies with the herbs and remedies and things in the garden. A true healer's gift is more than that."
"You've really thought a lot about this." Gabriel's smile was amused as he tilted his head down to look at me.
"Well when we're not worrying about the safety of our packs Charlotte and I do talk about other things. She's been preoccupied with being pregnant lately-she says it's like a job in itself- so we've been talking about pups. Like who they'll be, what they'll do-that sort of thing."
"Oh yeah? So what would you like? A boy or a girl?" Gabriel propped up on an elbow.
I looked up at him, thinking. "Well, I think I'd be a better mother for a boy, just because of who I am. But Charlie keeps talking about all the things she could teach her baby if it was a girl and …there are things I could teach a girl too…and its sort of a sweet notion…"
"Then how about we have both?" Gabriel suggested.
"Huh?" I snorted. "How many do you think we're gonna have?"
"Well once you're fixed…"
"I thought the idea was to get me unfixed?" I teased, afraid he'd get it in his head to have a whole litter.
"How about 5?" He went on.
"5! Charlie spends hours in the bathroom as it is with one pup. I'm not going to be pregnant 5 times!"
"Not all females get morning sickness, a lot of loup-garou women don't."
"Charlie is loup-garou."
"Only half, which is probably why she's having such a hard time with it. Jacque says she's almost unbearable to live with."
I looked at him.
Gabriel tried to explain, "He loves her more than ever of course, but that doesn't mean he can't complain when she's a pain in the ass."
"Am I ever a pain in the ass?" I sat up and looked at him some more. "Do you complain to Jacque about me?"
"You're not pregnant, you don't have a reason."
"You didn't answer the question."
"Baby," Gabriel started.
"You know, maybe I should go over and spend the night at Charlotte's and send Jacque over here since you guys have so much to talk about." I moved as if to get off the bed.
Gabriel wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me back to him. "Hey, I didn't mean for it to sound that way. Sure, it gets on his nerves when she's pissy but he knows she having difficulties and wouldn't ever say anything to her about it, that's what I'm hear for. Same with you and Charlotte and Adelaide and Tasha and all them, you can't tell me you don't complain about me not helping out around here or whatever little nuisances that tick you off. It doesn't mean a thing, everybody has something to complain about, but it doesn't mean that the feeling is any less."
I just stared at him. I had never really been miffed in the first place, I was just teasing.
I shook my head and grinned, "Great moon, I love you." I kissed him and laughed, "I can't believe you thought I was serious!"
Gabriel growled playfully and rolled on top of me, pinning me down and holding my hands on either side of my head pressed to the bed. "You know what happens to people who mess with me?"
"Hm, what?" I challenged pressing my face up to him.
"They're punished."
I liked the punishment of mock angry kisses that rained down on me, swelling my lips and making paths of pink down my neck and along my jaw.
After our lips and tongues exhausted of the game of punishment his nose moved along my hairline.
"What is it?" I asked smiling up at him from numb lips. I felt the swells of playful bites along my jaw and saw a few Gabriel had received below his neck redden before my eyes; it was an alluring sight. It had been awhile since Gabriel and I had kissed and played with no goal or destination in mind. It was nice to relax in his arms, or well under his arms as it was at the moment.
"I've decided I wouldn't mind having girl pups," Gabriel started to answer my question before he paused, "if they're guaranteed to look like you-golden hair, eyes, everything. Of course that comes with the added headache of young males chasing after them when the time comes…"
I laughed, "Okay, I'll get right on that."
Gabriel rolled off me but kept me close to his side. After a moment of quiet he asked, "You relaxed?"
"I guess so, why?"
"Good." Was his only answer.
Okay, so yes, this is a filler chapter that has little to do with any of the latest developments, but I was lying around and this popped in my head. I had wanted to put in something that would really show that Vivian and Gabriel have been married for four years; they have random moments like this. I enjoyed writing it and it gave you a chance to see what Viv means when she says she's "trying."
I'd like your thoughts on this concoction she's taking, maybe what you think Viv and Gabriel would be like as parents, even predictions on how many kids (if any) they'd have, gender, all that, have fun with this. It'll be an interesting to see your thoughts.
Review, speculate, have fun!
Ps (if you look closely you'll see I put in little hints as to what sort of parents I think they'd be…)
