When I got back to the junkyard, I had an immediate check up from Jennyanydots. I had a broken rib and some minor cuts and bruises.
"You'll be healed up in about a week and a half, darling. You're so lucky he didn't do more damage," she said to me.
"Thank you, so much, Jenny," I said weakly.
I went to sleep that night with his face in my mind. I don't know how, but I missed him. I sighed and thought, 'Macavity, my whole body is sore, but my heart aches the most.'
In the middle of the night, I woke up in a cold sweat. I'd had the worst dream. I saw him grinning as blood dripped from his fingertips. He whispered, "I love you," in my mind. 'It was just a dream,' I told myself, shaking my head. 'Just a dream.'
Slowly, things started going back to normal. My friends tried to get me to talk about my experience, but how could I tell them I fell in love with the twisted, evil Macavity? I spent nights wondering if he was thinking about me, if he was regretting all he did to me. But eventually, even those worries began to fade, being replaced by thoughts of my friends and family.
A few weeks later, as I was dancing alone in a clearing, it finally hit me. I was no longer hearing his voice in my head. All dreams of him had disappeared. I didn't feel his magic being used on me ever again. He wasn't even trying to bring me back. No, my sick, twisted, beloved ginger cat was gone. He finally blew out the flame. I was never going to feel his hot skin or look into his firey eyes ever again. I couldn't help myself, I fell to my knees and gave in to my tears.
A few days later, I found I wasn't feeling well. I woke up feeling sick to my stomach, I was really, really tired, and I was really craving escargot. I went to Jennyanydots that night. She looked me over, and her decision was quick.
"Victoria," she said gravely, "you're pregnant."
The End