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Sorry for the wait. Life is so hectic!
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Too Early!
Leigh Ann Nelson
August 29, 1996
8:03 P.M.
Viktor's Room
If I burped up some strange magical anomaly one more time, I was going to scream. As if the heartburn and indigestion weren't bad enough, I was constantly covered in goo, bubbles, or soot from fireworks that my little girl decided to dream up. I could just see her laughing in my stomach every time I was covered in smoke.
"You were the same way," my mother said with a laugh as she grasped my legs and put them up on the ottoman. We'd been walking around all day in the war room, trying to cross reference all of the attacks to find where the next would be so that we could send troops. Now we were relaxing in Viktor's room until he got out of a meeting with the new Vice President of the UWS. "I couldn't turn around without burping up fire. Imagine explaining that to your father."
The false sense of safety was fine for me for once as I relaxed with my mother. I knew that there could be another attack any time, but as of the moment, I just wanted to rest. So far, the Academy had been left alone. I wasn't sure why, but it had been.
Congress had been attacked. The Senate had been attacked. Every single Muggleborn Wizard having any ties with the government was being wiped out. In the real world, even the Muggles who didn't have Level Five clearance were noticing. The body count was piling up so it was hard to miss.
We'd managed to get a picture of one of the members—he or she appeared to be the same attacker who had killed Alex. The same one who had been at the first attack on Halloween and who had started the fire that had killed a few students. He or she was very slim and pale. The person seemed to have a rank and seemed to be a leader of some sort. We weren't sure as to the ranking systems in the Klan, but obviously if we caught this person, we could do something about all of the attacks.
As for me, I was a regular swelling balloon. If I'd thought I'd been waddling at six months, I was definitely a duck at the end of seven. The little girl inside me was so...gah, she wouldn't stop moving! She enjoyed my discomfort immensely.
My mother and I had a little bit of bonding time. She felt the little devil kick and punch, laughing at my discomfort. She recalled fondly the midnight runs to the bathroom, raging hormones (Eww, Mom!) and the swelling feet. "Have you and Viktor had much activity?"
"Mom!" I shouted, blushing and not able to meet her eyes. "Is that really any of your business?"
I knew that he had gone a while without me. I'd gone a while without him, too. But he didn't want to hurt me and I was kind of embarrassed by my larger-than-life size. I'd been so needy that I'd almost given in to touching myself. I would burn up with need...but it just felt wrong.
"What?" she asked innocently as Viktor came in the door behind me, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. "It's a normal thing in pregnancy."
"Vhat is?" Viktor asked when he hung up his robes and sat down on the bed to take off his boots.
My mother smiled devilishly and opened her mouth to say something before I stood up and yelled, "Don't answer! Don't you dare!"
She shrugged and stood up, still with a mischievous look in her green eyes. She looked to my fiance and smiled at him wryly. "You'll figure it out, big guy."
9:56 P.M.
Now that my mother had put the idea in my head, I was shifting uncomfortably with need. I didn't know how to tell Viktor...but hopefully the nighty that I had found was as much of a hint as any. It was cotton and lace, a light salmon pink, tight around my breasts and loose down to my knees.
"You look...beautiful." I turned form the mirror and looked at him, dressed in loose night pants and nothing else. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind and looking at us in the mirror. My cheeks flamed as I thought of the many things we could easily do, with how easy it was to touch me in this nighty.
He must have read my mind because he started kissing up my neck, biting my skin, sucking, and bucking his hips into mine. I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder, letting his hands roam down as his teeth bit at my ear. His hand went between my legs, suddenly stroking me.
"V-Viktor..." I groaned as I ground myself against his hand. The friction of the cotton underwear against my nub made me climb faster.
He pushed me against the wall, using his free hand to make me use my hands to brace myself. Then he stopped for a moment, making me whine—I was so close. I was wound so tight, heat filling my cheeks as he removed my underwear and I stepped out of it. Once again his hand found me. His lips and teeth sucked and bit at my neck as he rubbed himself against my back.
I bit my lip and panted, pushing back against him, begging him to get inside of me. My hips bucked once, twice, three times until his finger was moving so fast over me that I came apart just on his hand—he hadn't even pleasured himself yet.
He kissed my neck gently and then picked me up as I breathed deeply, trying to control myself. "Viktor...?"
"Shh..." He laid me down on the bed, gently stroking my hair back. "Try to relax, loff."
"But...what about—?"
He chuckled and started undressing himself, shooting me a warm look from over his shoulder. "Do not vorry about me, loff. I am not yet done vith you."
"Oh..."
September 11, 1996
9:34 A.M.
War Room
"I don't want him in this room," I growled at Viktor, glaring daggers into the back of Gloria's head. All I could think of was Jeong holding the dagger to my stomach. That, as well as the strange people I'd found in the Pentagon, made me thoroughly hate the government.
The codes that I'd found were not quite correct for what their "intended" purposes stated. Some said that they were for the defense network, but when signing in, none of them worked. Those that were for the Stock Market's financial records weren't meant for that either. Something was incredibly wrong with all of it.
And, as I stared at the curly head of Gloria, I knew that it was him. "He only wants the information on the Wizards I've recruited."
Viktor pulled out a chair for me and put a slight pressure on my shoulder. I didn't want to sit down, but I was so big that I couldn't help but lower myself. "Sit, luff. Your feet...they are still hurting?"
Yes, my feet were hurting. But that wasn't the point at the moment! I shrugged his hands off my shoulders and wanted to stand up. "I don't care about that! I don't want that bastard in my war room!"
"Ouch, Lieutenant," Gloria said, placing a hand over his heart. "That hurt."
"A lot more is gonna be hurtin' if I get my hands on you!" I then tried to stand up. It may have looked comical, a fat pregnant woman trying to get to her feet, but it really wasn't. Instead it was making me even angrier.
"Anna," my mother said in her stern voice, "don't make me glue you to that chair. You're getting too far along to be having a fit. Just calm down and we will talk about this like adults."
Finally I could stand up and I made a big show of it. I probably wasn't very intimidating to Special Agent Gloria, but my wand pointed at his balls should have made him rethink that. "I have been sittin' around here for months now, watchin' attacks be waged on Muggles. I'm sick of it. I want to do somethin' about it."
"Not in your condition," Viktor growled from behind me, grabbing my wand arm and dragging it down. "And Glovia is not your enemy."
The smug Latino man kept his hazel eyes on mine, daring me to say anything. "I have yet to see that."
My mother came up to me and put her hand on my other arm, narrowing her eyes. "We can't do anything until the rebels agree to sit down with us. We don't know where their base of operations is, we don't know what they want other than the end to all Muggle wizards. There is nothing we can do—"
I snatched my arms from both of them, putting a hand to my stomach when I felt something move. "We can fight back. We know where some of them are held up. We send teams in, we take them out a little at a time. And don't try to get all diplomatic on me. If they sit down with us, you can bet that no one on our side is goin' t'get back up."
"What do you suggest we do, eh?" Gloria asked, his eyes narrowing at me.
"We get her." I pointed to the large picture on the wall of the one Member that always seemed to be at every single attack. "WANTED" was written in large letters above it. "We get her and we can undermine their entire operation."
The room was silent for a moment, all except a wet noise and a sudden splash at my feet. I looked down and saw water on the ground. Great, someone spilled their water on me.
Viktor cleared his throat. When I looked at him, he was very pale. "Ah, Leahn..."
"What!" I groaned, throwing my hands in the air. "Just, what, Viktor?"
"I think your vater just broke."
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