Hey guys!
I was planning to post this chapter earlier, but I was having some technical difficulties. It is a bit short, but I should have another chapter posted soon!
Now, time for Mailbox:
MassiveMilkshakeNerd: Yes, I kind of do take joy in leaving my readers hanging; I guess it's all part of the fun and what helps build the suspense. But than again, I don't know why I do it, because I always hate it when it's the other way round, and I'm the one reading and the writer's left me hanging. I guess it's just payback. And thank you! I don't think I'll ever get sick of it, at least not anytime soon!
Kate: I know! He was taking forever! As for Ciel and the baby, you'll just have to see :) Thanks for reading!
James Birdsong: Again, thank you very much!
ChlomeTov: I know right! And I just couldn't help myself when it came down to Ciel and his little baby. Even if he doesn't want to care about it, his instincts are going to make him, even just the slightest bit. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far and I hope this meets your expectations as a 'quick' update :)
promocat: Yes, I agree! He really did take his time!
Now, please enjoy!
HeartElyse
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To Be a Mother - Chapter Twenty-One
Sebastian raced back to the mansion in the time that was often required to exhale a mere breath. He cradled his Lord tentatively in his arms, a superficial foreboding swallowing his gut as he observed how the rusted blood and obsidian bruises blossomed over the boy's skin. He had never anticipated he'd be so late in finding his Lord; he'd had to completely unravel the entire manor in order to get his hands upon the clues required to pinpoint the child's location. He almost believed that the inferno that had engulfed the manor four years ago had gnawed all the hidden truths away. But now he realised he'd been far too late, and inspired by that fact, Sebastian wasted no time in bursting through the front double doors of the manor and striding inside.
Mey-Rin, who'd been precariously dusting a flower-embellished vase in the entrance hall, started at the sight of Sebastian, subsequently knocking the vase off its mantle, sending it falling and shattering against the checkered floor.
Immediately, the clumsy maid began to perform her usual tango of apologies and excuses, squabbling and weeping amidst her foolishness. But Sebastian raised a fluid hand, not having a moment to spare for her sobbing declaration. The action immediately drew her to silence, much to Sebastian's pleasure.
Facing her with an impassive, unwavering glare, Sebastian simply stated, "There is no time for that, Mey-Rin. I need you to call Dr Marat. Tell him that I apologise for the late hour, but it is an emergency. The Young Master is not well."
With the serious order, Mey-Rin immediately sobered, her tears instantly drying up, her chocolate eyes flaring with worry for her master as she obliged with a "Yes, of course, Sebastian," before she curled her fists around her many skirts and dashed away towards the nearest telephone.
With that out of the way, Sebastian carried his Lord up to his room without any further interruptions. Upon arriving at the master's chambers, Sebastian stepped over the threshold and carefully eased the boy down into the doughy sheets of the bed, allowing the child's aggrieved head to loll comfortably back into the pillows behind it.
Leaving his Lord's vulnerable side for barely a heartbeat, he returned with a small basin of lukewarm water and a rag to assist in wiping the dirt and grime from the boy's withered body.
As he cautiously began to peel away the child's soiled clothing, Sebastian could not prevent himself from pondering on the condition of the baby, and his Lord. It had been clear upon witnessing his master that he'd taken several hits to the abdomen, as well as the skull, which could have catastrophic effects on both his Lord and the life that of which was growing rather eagerly inside him. Although the boy may disagree, losing the baby at this point of the pregnancy was not ideal, and was in fact very risky, a risk that Sebastian feared could not be afforded when his Lord was so young - and more importantly, when their contract was yet to be fulfilled.
However, as Sebastian finally stripped the last of the boy's attire - bar his undergarments - and took in the entire view of his Lord, something quite mystifying snagged his attention...
The ringing of a door banging open and the sound of Finny's pitched voice flittered about the room.
"Mr Sebastian! Is there anything that I..."
But Finny's voice trickled away into an aghast silence, and Sebastian could only conclude that the gardener had seen as well.
To put it plainly, the Young Master had developed breasts...