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Chapter 13

The next morning, she didn't have to send Ron out for morning after pills, they came via a little drone, a supply of various protections, and a note from Wade that raid simply: "I'm not an idiot."

"No," Shego said, smiling at the little package while standing in the front door wearing one of Ron's shirts, "No you are not. Thank you, Wade."

She took the required amount. While a part of her thought it would be romantic to have a child born from their very first mating, she had to be practical. She'd already asked Ron for more than anyone probably should ever ask from anyone else, and he was just about to graduate high school. Children, if they were lucky enough to have them, could wait until he was at least stable in terms of education and job.

Then again, he was technically a millionaire already with his royalty checks from Bueno Nacho, so maybe she didn't need to worry? 'Why are you worrying at all?' the little voice in her head said, 'You're master's pet. If he wants to breed you and have you bear him puppies, your job is to bark and take his dick!' She found she didn't want to argue with it all that hard.

'Speaking of Master and his dick,' Shego thought, a naughty grin growing, 'I wonder if Master is ready for another round.'

"Hana, slow down!" A woman's voice sounded from outside just as the door slammed open. Shego spun around. Framed in the door was a tiny Asian girl and an older woman she recognized from some of the family pictures scattered around the house.

The three of them stared at each other in shock and Shego was very aware she was wearing a shirt. Only a shirt. And was suddenly grateful she'd taken the tail out earlier when she'd gotten up and hadn't put it back in.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN OUR HOUSE!" The woman yelled, ushering the girl behind her. And older man with sandy hair and a losing battle with his waistline appeared.

"Mom?" Ron shouted from upstairs, sounding absolutely panicked. He practically fell down the stairs, arms tangled in his shirt, but thankfully wearing pants. Staring up from the floor he gave them a nervous smile. "Mom, Dad, Hana! What are you doing back?"

"The better question, Ronald," Mrs Stoppable said, pointing at Shego, "Is who Is that and what is she doing naked in my house?"

Ron popped back to his feet and gently put his hand on the small of Shego's back. "This is Sheila. I told you about her." He said.

"You told us you'd gotten a new pet named Sheila," Mr. Stoppable said, looking between the two of them confused. Mrs. Stoppable just looked angry.

"Yeah, that's me." Shego said, giving a nervous smile and wave.

Mrs. Stoppable clamped her hands over Hana's ears and hiss, "Ronald, is this some sort of messed up sex thing!"

Ron blushed and stammered a bit, causing Shego to sigh. "No," she said, coming to her Master's defense. "It's not some weird sex thing. The UN passed a law that declared me an animal. I was being hunted down so they could kill me, when Ron saved me." She looked Mrs Stoppable in the eye. "He had to adopt me as his pet in order to do it. It's not some weird sex thing."

"Then why are you naked?" The older woman hissed.

Shego was very, very tempted to answer with 'weird sex things,' and congratulate the woman on becoming a grandma, but decided that was probably going too far given she wasn't able to actually run away. "Why wouldn't a pet be naked in the house?" She said instead, trying to make it sound like the most reasonable and logical thing the world. Turning to Ron she pretended to be confused. "Does she ask why Rufus is naked in the house too?"

Poor Master looked like he couldn't decide if he was going to have a stroke or a panic attack. "N-no," he managed to croak, "I don't recall that ever happening."

"See?" Shego said, "Completely normal."

"Sheila," Ron croaked, pushing her towards the stairs, "Go get dressed. Please."

She gave an aggrieved sigh, as if he was asking the world from her, but left to do as ordered. She returned a few minutes later wearing a pair of his pants belted tightly around her waist and sat down on the floor beside him.

It was slow going, partially because Hana was a gigantic ball of energy who wouldn't stop running everywhere, but they managed to more fully explain the situation to Ron's parents. Ron's dad was something of a math genius, and an actuary (which explained why the family had been gone for over two months, Shego found out), so he went through things logically and seemed to be handling it well enough.

The same couldn't be said for Ron's mom, and Shego wondered if that had to do with how they'd been introduced of if that was just the way the woman was. To be fair, meeting your barely legal Master and lover's mom wearing only a shirt probably wasn't the best way to go about such things. Still, wasn't anything she could do about it now, so she just rested her head on Ron's thigh and let him pet her.

"Well, can't someone else do it?" Mrs. Stoppable said when her husband finally had his fill of answers. "Why not Kimberly? It would be so much better to have her staying with another woman, rather than my son."

As much as she wanted to snap something, Shego held back. When she felt Ron's leg tighten up, she gripped his shin and twisted to look back at him. When he finally looked at her, she gave a tiny shake of her head. Rash action would help no one.

"Not an option," Ron said flatly, "Kim has already proven incapable of the job. I'm the only member of the team that can do it."

'Never mind that the team technically doesn't exist anymore,' Shego though, nuzzling her Master's leg. No need to bring that up if they didn't have to. Not yet.

"Well, I don't like it!" the woman said with a sniff, giving Shego a baleful look. "And I don't want her in my house."

"Honey, there's no need to be like that," Mr. Stoppable said, "I know it's very unusual, but Ron is doing a mitzva in helping this young woman."

Mrs. Stoppable looked absolute unconvinced. Hana bounced around the house, and Shego was starting to think there was something not quite normal with that girl.

"Your son has been so kind and generous in helping me, Mrs. Stoppable," She said softly, "It's a testament to what wonderful parents he had who raised him right." The older woman puffed up slightly at the complement, and Shego decided that if Mrs. Stoppable didn't like her, the feeling was probably going to be mutual. Ron had told her about his parents, and while he liked and admired his dad and thought the man was pretty cool, the few stories she'd gotten about his mother were basically those of neglect and abandonment. Still, flattery opened more doors than insults.

"There's nowhere else for her to go," Ron said, "And I am not going to abandon her or let GJ just kill her." His hand shook as he stroked her hair. "If I did that I'd be no better than the folks who sold our people out to Hitler's death squads. If you're that set on not having her in the house, then I will just move out and take her with me."

That made his mother blanch. "Now, Ronald, don't be rash!" She said, "You haven't even graduated, how on earth would support yourself, much less anyone else?"

"I've got my royalties," Ron said, "And I'm sure I could get a job cooking any number of places. It might screw my going to school and then college, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make to do the right thing and protect Sheila."

"Ronald," the woman said, her voice pleading, "Please."

"I've made my mind up mom," Ron said, his voice iron, "I'm protecting her, with or without you and dad helping."

The woman wilted. "I still don't like it," she said, sounding defeated. Shego didn't doubt for a moment the woman wouldn't still try to do something about the situation, but the first battle was over and her Master had won. She'd just have to make sure he won the war as well.

Mr. Stoppable patted his wife's shoulder comfortingly. "Look," he said. "We've had a long trip, and a bunch of surprises, so how about we go get unpacked and we can talk about this more later over an early dinner."

They parted company then. Ron's mother went to lie down, Ron went to help his dad with the bags. Hana vanished somewhere in a tornado of tiny child, and Shego went to Ron's room to make sure any evidenced of last night's activities was removed or hidden. The tail was cleaned and buried in her drawer, safe for when it could come out again.

"So how long are you guys around this time?" Ron asked as they all sat down to eat at dinner. Thankfully no one was raising objections to Shego eating at the table, though doing so would have been hypocritical given Rufus was also eating at the table with them. Ron had made them all spaghetti with meatballs, and fresh garlic bread.

"Two weeks," Mr. Stoppable said, "Then I'm off to Atlanta for another month."

"So what's it like being an actuary?" Shego asked, studiously ignoring Mrs. Stoppable as hard as the woman was ignoring her.

"Oh, it's fascinating work," Mr. Stoppable said, before breaking into a long and detailed discussion of his job, which mainly involved measuring insurance risks, costs, balances, and so forth.

In spite of herself, Shego found herself fascinated. She noticed that even Ron, who hated most things math related, was happily listening to the discussion.

"Wait, you really locked yourself in a panic room?" Shego burst out laughing when Mr. Stoppable told the story of when Ron got interested in his job.

"Did you have to bring that up?" Ron groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Hana joined in the laughter.

"Now, now, don't judge him too harshly, Sheila," Mr. Stoppable said kindly, "He had just found out he was statistically supposed to have died by that point. Anyone would feel panicked and worry about what was going to happen. I had many a sleepless night in college getting my degree when I was learning about all this stuff."

Shego rested her chin on her hands and looked at Ron with probably more love than was strictly wise. "So what made you finally come out?"

Ron looked at his dad with a grateful smile. "He did," he said softly, "He told me that somethings were worth the risks, and he was right."

Shego decided, she really did like Ron's dad after all.

After dinner, Mr. Stoppable asked her to come out back with him while Ron took care of the dishes. Shego wasn't entirely happy to leave Ron behind. Not because she liked doing dishes. In fact she had left them to Ron most of the time and generally only helped after some really fancy meal when the amount was more than could fairly be asked of one man who had done so much cooking. Her objection mostly came from the fact that neither of Ron's parents had offered to do it, and most of Ron's stories about his mom had been her relegating him chores, like cleaning the garage on mother's day rather than spending it with her son.

Still, she couldn't say no, and thus she found herself leaning against the back fence, far from the house, with the older man. She felt nervous, but he honestly just seemed to be in a kind mood and he'd even brought out a couple beers for them. She accepted it graciously.

"So, how long have you and Ron been sleeping together?" Mr. Stoppable asked right as she was drinking. She spat out the mouthful of beer and bent over choking and coughing after part of it went down wrong.

"W-what?" she croaked, trying to catch her breath to his gentle laughter.

"Shego, please," he said, and she blanched as he used her nom de guerre, and gave another gentle laugh.

"You know?" She said softly, "How do you know, we were very careful to not mention it."

"Shego, I'm an actuary, we just spent the last three hours talking about it," He said kindly, "I crunched the numbers. Of all the people my son has fought with, only very few of them are mutated outside of the normal human spectrum. Of them, even fewer are female, and only one has green skin. As for you and Ron sleeping together, the statistical odds of two people of similar ages and opposite genders, living together, while one is heavily reliant on the other, for any period of time, becoming lovers is incredibly high." When she blushed and looked away, he gave another small laugh, "Plus when a woman is naked except for a man's shirt, it's a dead give away."

"Well, when you put it like that," Shego said, looking down at her beer as she swirled the liquid inside around, "It seems rather obvious."

"Elementary, my dear Watson," the older man said in a terrible British accent, causing them both to laugh.

"Last night was the first time," She said, unable to help her voice getting a bit dreamy. "It would have been earlier, but we held off for several reasons. And I used protection."

Mr. Stoppable nodded. "Well, just try and not do it while my Wife is around," he said. "I know the worst that would happen is you and Ron moving out, but I'd rather not go through all that drama and lose my boy."

"I understand," She replied. "Though I don't think you personally would lose him. He greatly admires you."

"Well, that might have something to do with the time I saved him using math lasers from my mind," the older man said with another laugh. "What was that guy's name again, Mathaler, or Mathammer..."

"Mathter?" Shego asked in shock.

"Yeah, that's it," the older man said with a smile, "You know him?"

"My brother's and I used to fight him back when I was a hero," Shego said, looking at the man with new found respect. "He's no push over."

The silence stretched out as the each sipped their beers. "Look, Shego," Mr. Stoppable said after he finished his. "There's no point in me making threats about what I'd do if you hurt my boy. We both know physically I can't do anything to you, and honestly invoking anything else would just be pointing to stuff that was going to happen any way in that instance."

"I know the numbers. I know statistically he and you are going to get hurt. How bad, how much, how permanently, that varies, but getting hurt is going to happen." He said sounding defeated and Shego wondered how hard it was to live with a talent that basically consisted of prophecy, especially tragic ones. "And just like I know there's nothing I can do to you, I know there's nothing I can do to prevent it. So I'm just going to ask one thing of you, and I know it's incredibly unfair to ask given your current situation."

"What is it?" Shego asked softly.

Mr. Stoppable looked her in the eyes, guilt and sorrow and shame filling them. "Please," he said, "Please protect my boy no matter what."

Even if you have to die to do it. It was unspoken, but they both knew what he meant. It had to be hard, asking someone to die like that, if you were just a normal, everyday person, and it was an unfair thing to ask. But she didn't begrudge him it.

"I will," she said softly, "I promise."

She left him out there, to wrestle with his conscious over what he'd asked. The man was nominally on her and Ron's side. Well, he was on Ron's side, and she was at Ron's side. The man deserved what respect and compassion she could give him. She just prayed she wouldn't have to sacrifice him to keep her promise.

Mrs. Stoppable was livid at the prospect of Shego sleeping in Ron's Room, but it was waved away explaining that Shego had panic attacks and only felt safe when Ron was near, and unless the older woman wanted to be repeatedly awakened in the night by Shego screaming in terror, that was how it had to be.

Much to her and Ron's disappointment, but her insistence, she took her traditional place at his feet on the bed, because they both knew if she was in his arms neither of them were going to stop what came naturally, and even Mrs. Stoppable wouldn't mistake screams of ecstasy for those of terror. It was lonely, and she ached for her master in every way, but eventually sleep came.