Selina and Elijah were enjoying a peaceful morning with coffee and paper. As peaceful as it could be with Eloise on their minds.
"Are you worried about her?" Elijah asked, reaching for Selina's hand as she put her coffee cup down and put her head on the kitchen island, her eyes closing. "Is that stopping you from sleeping?"
"No, I'm fine," Selina shook her head. "Actually, yes. I mean, she's pregnant and who the hell knows where she is or how she's being taken care of...it's scary!" She then tried to give Elijah a smile. "But Adrian won't let anything happen to her. It'll all be fine."
"Yes it will!" Elijah nodded, trying not to show that he was worried too.
Selina was about to fall asleep on the table again when a door slamming caused them to look up. It was Ricky and he seemed upset. They kept their eyes on him as he stomped down the stairs, slammed cupboard doors, banged pots and pans just to make noise, made himself a bowl of cereal, then slammed that hard on the kitchen island before grabbing a banana. Then, finally after raging in silence, he looked up and spoke two words.
"Coffee please," he said.
His grandparents shared a look.
"Are you sure you need it? You seem worked up enough already," Selina observed.
He just glared at her and she made him a cup and pushed it over to him. "Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong," Ricky said, filling the cup with milk and white stuff from a shaker.
"I'm happy to hear that nothing is wrong, son, but you do realize that you poured salt into your coffee just now, right?" Elijah questioned.
"Shit!" Ricky yelled and gave the cup a push. Selina caught it as it slid across the table and frowned.
"Careful! That's one of my best cups!"
"Sorry," Ricky apologized.
"Did something bad happen at the club?" Selina asked. "Or at class? Please unburden yourself before you take it out on innocent coffee cups." She paused. "Is it Eloise? I just know we'll find her!"
"No, but she's better than...than her!" Ricky hissed and squished his banana in his fist, letting the goo spurt out of the peel and go all over the counter while his grandfather rolled his eyes and went to get a wipe to clean it up with. "I hope we find Eloise too! She's so nice and polite and good. She didn't deserve to be kidnapped!"
"Did you meet someone last night?" Elijah asked as he got the banana goo off the island. "If it didn't go well, there'll always be someone else!"
"I...never mind," Ricky replied. "I wish it hadn't gone well! If it had been awful, I wouldn't be in this mess!"
"So you did meet someone?" Elijah asked.
"No!" Ricky snapped as Selina pulled her coffee cup out of his reach. "She's an absolute nobody I met no one at all!"
He began to growl and pace back and forth.
"Isn't it nice that our grandson has met someone, my dear?" Elijah remarked to Selina.
"Of course," Selina smiled. "Ricky, how about you be still a moment and tell us her name? We're very eager to hear."
Ricky gave a hopeless shake of the head. "I'm so stupid! I'm a stupid, stupid man! I should have recognized her immediately and run for the hills, but I was so blinded by her sexy dress and legs and everything! The alarm bells were probably going off in my head and I didn't hear a thing!" He dramatically buried his head in his arms.
The kitchen went silent as Elijah mouthed, 'What is he talking about'?
'I don't know' was Selina's mouthed reply.
Then Elijah gave a pointed cough. "I know this situation is distressing, but we can't help you if we don't know what happened, so we'll need to know more."
"The Smelly One!" Ricky yelled dramatically and then blushed scarlet, hiding his face again.
Elijah looked at Selina without comprehension. "That was hardly a help. What does he mean?"
"Oh, dear," Selina smirked and tried not to laugh.
"A woman who bumped into him a few times before," Selina replied. "They haven't gotten along well. She's one of Lucifer's sisters and very...warlike and not in tune with her feelings or emotions or anything like that. Her name is Remiel."
"Don't talk about her!" Ricky cried. "If you absolutely have to, use an unflattering nickname like Smelly."
"I will not do that," Selina replied. "I don't see what it accomplishes." She gave him a smile. "So, you spent the night together? That's special."
"Clearly she was smelling better," Elijah added.
Ricky growled. "That...that no one took advantage of me!"
"Did she?" Selina asked. "Or are you being melodramatic?" Knowing it was probably the latter, she gave a small smile.
"I hope you used protection," Elijah told him. "Remember how much we drilled that into your head? It's important!"
"I, um...well," Ricky blushed.
"Oh, damn," Elijah swore. "Ricky, you know that's what you have to do! Why didn't you do it?"
"Well, I asked!" Ricky defended himself. "I truly did. I hadn't planned on being with her so I didn't have condoms or anything and since it was a choice between having sex and not having sex, and she was very insistent that we do it..." He heaved a deep sigh. "We did it." He gave Elijah a look. "No more lectures. I know I screwed up. I don't need to hear from you what my brain has been yelling very loudly since that night."
Selina sighed. "It'll be okay," she told him. "What's done is done. Whatever happens, we'll get through it."
"Thank you," Ricky told her and then went to pour himself another cup of coffee.
"Could I have a little more coffee, please?" Oliver asked Katherine before gobbling down another pancake. "And thank you for letting me have some of these."
Truth be told, he'd just taken them, but something in Katherine didn't have the heart to take food away from the poor man. "It's...it's fine," she got out. She grabbed the coffee pot and brought it over, positioning it to pour some into his cup just as he reached for it to serve himself. Then their hands touched and they felt a static shock.
"Here," Katherine said quickly. "Sorry about that."
"No problem," Oliver replied. "Didn't feel a thing."
They went back to eating, only talking when Katherine asked Oliver for an apple, until Oliver finally cleared his throat. "I know that you really needed to look after Remiel the other night so thank you for coming to help me with He. It was very kind of you."
"Oh, you're welcome!" Katherine told him. "But you're such a big strong man that you could have handled it without me."
"I didn't want to though," Oliver insisted.
"As for Remiel, I bet she was fine," Katherine said as she buttered some toast. "What could have happened?"
It was then that Remiel barged in with a bag full of weapons and placed it on the table. "All right," she yelled, glaring at Katherine. "Choose which one you will die by!" She was dressed in her usual warrior clothes and frowning deeply.
"Oh, look!" Oliver exclaimed. "Your friend the killer has come to interrupt breakfast and murder us!"
"What's wrong, Remiel?" Katherine asked, keeping her cool.
"What's wrong?" Remiel hissed, getting in Katherine's face. "What's wrong is that even though you promised to stay with me, you left me alone at the club last night!"
Katherine placed finger in the center of Remiel's chest and gently made space between them. "Oh, don't be silly," she said. "I'm sure you were fine. I wasn't even gone for that long. What could have possibly happened?"
"Yes," Oliver nodded. "What's got your panties all twisted?"
"Don't you say a word about my panties!" Remiel yelled. "As for what happened, he took my...he took my..." She struggled to get her words out, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath so she wouldn't get sick.
"What's she talking about?" Oliver asked Katherine.
"No idea," Katherine shrugged. "She seemed fine when I left. Had a few drinks in her...and she was having a great time dancing with several men."
"Well one man in particular must have caught her eye since she can't keep quiet about it!" Oliver got out, a grin curving his lips.
Remiel turned her fury on Oliver, wagging her finger at him. "You keep your mouth shut!" She yelled.
"Oh, dear, you shook your finger at me!" Oliver cried dramatically. "Whatever shall I do? I'm terrified!"
Remiel growled and turned back to Katherine. "Because of you...because you left me, I exchanged body fluid with him!"
"What does that mean?" Oliver asked Katherine in a stage whisper.
"I don't know," Katherine shrugged. "Maybe it's her way of saying she made out with a guy or something." She shrugged.
"Well, there you go!" Oliver got out. "Marvelous! You see what a good scrubbing can do?" Both he and Katherine raised their cups in the air, toasted, and then took drinks.
"It wasn't just any man who was the cause of my humiliation!" Remiel burst out. "It was that worm Ricky Mikaelson!"
At that, both Oliver and Katherine spit their coffee out on the table and began choking, whacking on another in the back in an attempt to make it stop. "But I thought you hated him!" Katherine said when she could finally speak.
Remiel blushed and avoided Katherine's eyes. "Keep telling me that, please!"
"I don't know," Oliver said, putting in his two cents. "It seems she likes him at least a little bit."
It was then that Remiel grabbed him by the hair and put a knife to his throat. "I hope you're prepared to die, because I have had enough of you!"
"Remiel, let him go," Katherine urged. "Don't hurt him. Be nice!"
"But he insults me every time he speaks!" Remiel complained without moving the knife. "I'm not just going to stand here and be humiliated!"
"If he apologizes, will you let him go?" Katherine asked.
Remiel rolled her eyes. "Oh, all right," she said. "If I must."
"I'm sorry for what I said about you and Ricky," Oliver got out. "I know this must be a very trying situation for you and I bet I'm just making it worse."
"Yes, you are," Remiel nodded. "I know you're only apologizing because you were told to, but I accept."
"By the way," he said, "What is that smell on you? It's not bad because I know you shower now, but it's...different. Kind of manly."
Remiel sniffed herself, eyes widening. "Oh, no!" She cried. "His scent! It's all over me!" She looked at them. "Is the shower free?" She shook her head. "If you're both here, then it must be!" She then ran off without another word and Katherine and Oliver smiled at each other.
"If one good thing came of all this," Oliver observed, "At least she seems to like showering now."
"Aren't quiet, peaceful afternoons delightful?" Steve asked Gwen as he sat stroking Pepper the dog absentmindedly with one hand. "So nice, so comfortable."
"Maybe you're comfortable," Gwen snapped and punched a pillow repeatedly. "But I'm not. I just can't be! She keeps kicking me! I hope she just explodes out of my stomach one day and that's that!" She then frowned at Steve, who was smirking. "Is my discomfort a joke to you? You're partly the cause of it, you know."
"No, no, of course I'm not laughing at you!" Steve assured her. "But you won't have to wait long to find out what's so funny!" He got up and opened the door as Ricky charged through it and flew headlong into the love seat.
"Are you okay?" Gwen asked as he tried to get up. "I would help you, but I can't move very easily these days."
"No need, ma'am," Ricky told her. "But thank you."
"You're welcome," Gwen replied and then winced at her daughter's continual assault on her organs.
"Look, dear, Ricky Mikaelson's come to visit us!" Steve proclaimed.
"Not a visit," Ricky shook his head. "I just...I demand restitution for what you've put me through!"
"Oh, dear," Gwen rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Steve, what did you do to the poor boy? And be honest."
Steve shrugged. "I have no idea," he said. Then turned back to Ricky. "Would you care to explain to me just what harm I've done you, young man? I can't help you if I don't know what I'm supposed to have done wrong."
"You lied to me!" Ricky cried. "You told me she wouldn't be a problem anymore!"
"She who?" Steve asked. "I'm lost. Please elaborate."
"Your daughter Remiel!" Ricky cried. "But you know that! You're just playing dumb to irritate me! This is all just a big joke to you!"
"Of course, Remiel," Steve nodded. "I remember now. I told you it would be easiest to elude her on the street if you were in your grandfather's car. I never said there would be a point where she wouldn't be something of a problem for you. Is that what you believe she is?"
"Yes!" Ricky nodded. "Being tricked into sleeping with her is a problem!"
"Oh, dear," Gwen said. She couldn't help but chuckle a little, even though Ricky was clearly in anguish. "It seems like she's finally started bathing."
"Yes," Steve nodded. "That, and she's quite beautiful, especially when she actually puts effort into her appearance."
"I never said otherwise," Gwen got out.
Steve looked appealingly at Ricky. "Would you say she's beautiful, son?"
"What?" Ricky asked, hating being put on the spot and turning the same color as a strawberry. "Well, I wouldn't say she's ugly."
"You see, my dear?" Steve told Gwen. "He doesn't think she's ugly. He wouldn't have slept with her if he'd thought otherwise."
"Obviously," Gwen nodded.
"That's beside the point and you both know it!" Ricky yelled.
Steve tilted his head and grinned wider. "Young man, you do realize I know when you lie."
"Okay, she's gorgeous!" Ricky conceded. "But also a giant pain in my ass! You promised me I wouldn't see her anymore!"
"Well you obviously saw more of her than I thought you did," Steve said. "And I have to remind you that I said you should enjoy the quiet time without her because you wouldn't have much in the future. That's different."
"I hoped it would be the last time I laid eyes on her!" Ricky howled.
"Oh, dear, Steve," Gwen shook her head. "Did you lie to him again?"
"As long as you were safe and used protection, I'm sure you'll be fine and won't have to endure my daughter's presence anymore," Steve told him.
Ricky blushed. "Well, she told me she couldn't get pregnant, being celestial and all," he said.
"Well, she was very wrong!" Gwen said, and gestured at her belly, then at Steve. "He was part of making this child. And Lucifer and Eleanor have...how many will it be once the next baby is born, dear?"
"Eight," Steve supplied.
"Yes, eight," Gwen nodded. "So it should stand to reason that if male celestial beings can impregnate their wives, then females can get pregnant also."
"Granted it wasn't always that way," Steve conceded. "I hadn't always had grandchildren in the plan but eventually, I decided it might be nice. It's not my fault that Remiel either chose to ignore this decision or didn't listen when I made the change. She never pays attention to things she doesn't want to hear." He paused. "Now, when it comes to how I personally procreated, I'm not quite sure of the specifics, something to do with this human body, perhaps, but..."
"Never mind!" Ricky huffed. "I don't want to hear any more of this!" He looked at Gwen. "Good day, ma'am!" He strode to the door and slammed it behind him without another word.
"You tortured that poor young man!" Gwen exclaimed. "Steve, really!"
"You helped," Steve countered. "Don't deny it!" He grinned and stroked her hair.
"Well," Gwen grinned back. "It was obvious he's quite taken with her. I don't think that can be denied." She shut her eyes and grinned as Steve gently kissed her forehead.
"Of course he is, my dear. Of course he is."
After a few hours of blissful silence, Gwen tensed when Steve suddenly looked up from his paper. "What?" She asked. "What is it? Something bad?" Her sense of anxiety increased when Pepper began barking.
"Well, 'bad' might be a harsh term," Steve told her. "Remiel is coming. And she's not in a good mood."
"How interesting," Gwen got out. "Apparently the post sex good feelings didn't last long with her. No surprise there."
"I'll get the door and try and make things as short and painless as possible since I know you're not feeling well and we've already dealt with one angry visitor today."
"Well as long as she's bathed I think I'll be able to handle it," Gwen told him. "But if she hasn't...things won't be pretty. I can't keep things down very well and that smell will just make things worse!"
"Oh, I'm sure she's fine," Steve waved this concern aside as the door opened. "Look who's here! My daughter, Remiel!" He smiled. "How are you doing, dear?"
"I'm not here for a chat over tea and cookies," Remiel snapped. Then she looked down at Pepper, who was barking and trying to nip her ankles. "And would you move this creature? It's distracting!"
Steve picked up the dog and stroked it gently. "Now, Pepper, be nice to your sister!"
Then, as Remiel's face went red, she burst out, "I have to give you a piece of my mind!" Then she turned to Gwen. "Hello, Aunt Gwen. Still pregnant?" She shuddered. "I would never carry a creature like that inside of me. Never!"
"Well, it's not for everyone," Gwen conceded. "You look nice, dear. And you smell nice too." She gave Steve a wink.
"Really?" Remiel blushed a little. "I borrowed this shirt and these jeans from Katherine. They aren't horribly uncomfortable but I still prefer my usual clothes."
"I must agree with Gwen about how nice you look," Steve remarked. "And you smell so fresh! Doesn't it feel better? You've always been a beautiful woman but a good scrub has improved you even more."
Remiel rolled her eyes. "Thank you for the compliments, Father, but when will you get it through your thick skull that you cannot toy with me like you can my brothers and sisters?"
Steve gave her a look. "What have I done? I haven't toyed with anyone. What would make you say something like that?"
"I won't accept you making a fool of me while trying to get me to experience silly human things," Remiel clarified, arms crossed.
"Elaborate on what you mean by 'human things'" Steve told her. "I'm still not sure what you mean."
Remiel looked at Gwen. "Can you get him to stop playing dumb so I don't have to go into details? Please?"
"Oh, I'm sure he's not playing dumb," Gwen replied, a smile curving her lips. "And I'm just as intrigued as he is by where this is going. Please explain more."
"All right," Remiel huffed, her cheeks flushing pink. "I...I met someone."
"Did you?" Steve grinned widely. "So what the young Mikaelson said when he came here was true!"
"What?" Remiel went pale. "He came here and told you about us? That rat!" She balled her hands into fists.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, he didn't seem happy about what happened," Steve told her. "I believe he said he wanted retribution for it. Wasn't that the word he used, Gwen?"
"Yes," Gwen nodded. "It certainly was."
"Retribution for what?" Remiel cried. "If anyone should be asking for retribution, it's me, not him! He danced with me! Father, he put his hand between my legs! You should smite him for playing with my virtue!"
Steve grinned. "Well, it seems like you weren't so mad about it when you were together that night. In fact, you rather enjoyed yourself!"
"Father!" Remiel blushed even redder. "How dare you!"
"Well, I can't help it that I know everything," Steve shrugged. "In fact, there are some things I'd rather not. However, this is not one of those things."
"I can't believe he told you," Remiel said, sitting down on a chair and burying her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed."
Steve came over and put a hand on her back. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet girl. You could do much worse and I think young Mikaelson is quite handsome."
Remiel clenched her teeth. "I wouldn't know. I barely looked at him. It was dark in the room."
"Dark or not, you still shared a room and a bed with him. And surely you saw him before you entered the dark room," Steve reasoned.
Remiel growled and looked her father in the eye. "I knew it would be a mistake to try and talk to you!" She cried and stomped her foot. "Just know one thing: I know what you're up to and I will not let you manipulate me into having feelings for that...that...man is too generous a term but I don't know what else to call him! I've had enough. Goodbye, Father. Goodbye, Aunt Gwen." She then turned on her heel and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
"Well, that was fun," Gwen said after a few seconds of silence.
"Wasn't it though?" Steve smiled, and Gwen smiled too.
"I suppose we were kind of cruel, but she's so in denial of her feelings for him that we had to do something!" Gwen remarked. "I have a feeling that if we just keep pushing, it will all come out of her one day."
"Or maybe we don't have to push," Steve suggested. "Maybe we'll just let time take its toll. Perhaps that would be better, my dear."
"But do you think that will work?" Gwen asked. "Do you think it's enough?"
"Yes," Steve winked and took her hand to kiss it. "I do."
Ricky parked his truck in the empty club parking lot. It was during the hour or so in the day that business paused so they could check inventory and do any errands that needed to be done before things started picking up again in the evening. The clientele knew this and while people weren't discouraged from coming at this point, it was the least interesting part of the day so they usually stayed away.
And that was perfect for him. It meant he could rage at Noah without making a fool of himself. Ricky strode inside with purpose and hit the bar repeatedly with his palm.
Not long after, Noah appeared. "Hey," he said. "Any news of Eloise?"
"No," Ricky shook his head. "Nothing yet."
They stood in silence for a little bit and then Noah went behind the bar. "We're almost done with the inventory check and Roxie and Vince are about to head to the store, so if you want a drink, I'll get it for you."
"Thanks but no," Ricky shook his head and put up a hand. "What I have to say to you, I'm saying with a clear head." He paused. "You should be ashamed of how you tricked me! You pushed me toward...that person the other night on the dance floor and now my life is a living hell!"
As he spoke, his voice rose to a feverish pitch that brought Roxie out, her purse slung over her shoulder. "What are we talking about? Remiel? I had no idea she would be so gorgeous." She paused. "Did things go bad? I'm sorry. People have off nights sometimes. I'm sure she didn't mind that you couldn't perform."
Ricky turned to face Noah. "Seriously? Is she for real?"
Noah shrugged and grinned. "Roxie is Roxie, man. What do you want me to do?"
Ricky then put hands on hips and got in Roxie's face. "Just so you know, Miss 'I know everything', I performed very well, thank you. A good time was had by all!"
"Well, good!" Roxie said. "Why are you so mad at Noah then? I'm confused!"
"He...he tricked me into it!" Ricky explained.
"But you said you had a good time," Roxie countered. "So is that really tricking you?"
"I only gave you a necessary push because you couldn't keep your eyes off her and you were drooling all over my floor," Noah defended himself. "It was very painful to watch while you did nothing about it."
"Not true!" Ricky shouted.
"So you didn't like her?" Roxie asked. "Or don't?"
Ricky blushed. "Did I say that? I don't think I did."
"So you do?" Roxie's eyebrows came together. "Make up your mind!"
Noah then nudged her, a grin on his lips. "I think he likes her so much that he can't see or think straight."
She nodded in agreement and he put a hand on Ricky's arm. "It's okay, man; we've all been there and I think it will be better for you if you just accept that's what's happening to you now."
Ricky then growled and pulled away, Roxie and Noah's laughter ringing in his ears as he stomped back to his truck and drove home.
He tried to calm down once he reached his room, but he was still seething with rage about how Roxie and Noah had taunted him. He needed to yell. He needed to scream. He needed to give that woman a piece of his mind...or at the very least warn her that they might be parents soon unless she was taking pills.
He started to put in her number. Then stopped, swore, and threw the phone down. Picked it up, swore again and made the call before he could change his mind.
The phone rang several times before someone finally answered.
"What do you want, Ricky?"
He growled. "If you knew it was me, why did it take you so long to answer? How did you know it was me?"
"Well, only my father, my brother, and Katherine have my number," she said. "So it wasn't hard to guess. And also, I really didn't feel like talking to you. So...what do you want? And make it fast."
"I just...wanted to know what you were up to," he said and sat down on the bed.
"Eating macaroni and cheese that Katherine made for me," Remiel replied. "It's one of the few things that makes life on this Earth tolerable."
"Oh I like that," Ricky laughed. "That's nice. Even when you piss me off you also manage to charm me."
"That's not what I intended," Remiel said quickly. "I don't want you to find me charming!"
"What are the other things that make life on Earth bearable for you?" He asked. "Care to share?"
"I don't know," Remiel said and blushed. "Now if you didn't actually have anything important to say, I'm gonna hang up. Got it?"
"No, wait!" Ricky yelled. "I just want to talk, that's all. Please?"
Remiel's breathing picked up and her heart was beating so loud she was sure Ricky could hear it on his side of the line. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, there are a few things," Ricky told her. "Last night? Why you ran away from me this morning? Stuff like that." This was met with silence. "Not very talkative all of a sudden, are you?"
"I won't ask for anything if that's what you're wondering."
"Did I say you would?" Ricky asked.
"Well, no, but-"
"Do you have Facetime?" Ricky asked, cutting off her protests.
"Do I have what? What's that?"
"Look at your phone, find the icon with the word 'Facetime' underneath it, press it, then enter my code, Ricky#234, and we'll be able to see each other while we talk."
"But I don't want to see you!" Remiel protested.
Ricky chuckled. "That's rich coming from someone who couldn't keep her eyes off me last night!"
"Oh, shut up!" Remiel spat.
There was silence after. Ricky was sure she'd ended the call, until there was a beep on his phone. "Hey!" He cried. "You got the electronic touch!"
"Of course I do," Remiel replied smugly. "Dad created the world after all."
Then their pictures came on both their cell phones. They stared at one another in surprised silence and then spoke.
"Hi."
"Hi."
It didn't take much looking for Ricky to realize that Remiel had changed her outfit.
"What in the world are you wearing?" He asked. "Not that I don't like it, but-"
Remiel shrugged. "Katherine wanted to see what she could do about washing my other clothes so she let me borrow this shirt and these jeans. It's not fancy like what I had on last night. I'm much more comfortable now. I feel more like myself."
Ricky swallowed, thinking to himself that she looked much better in the casual clothes. Also, he was trying not to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra either, but he liked that too. Finally, he cleared his throat. "Well, I'm glad you're happy. What you're wearing suits you."
"Thanks," Remiel said. "So...what's this about? And you can be honest, whatever it is. I promise I won't put a knife to your throat this time. And in the future, I'll do my best to stay out of your way."
"Why, Remiel?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you doing this?" Ricky clarified.
"Well," Remiel sighed deeply. "Last night was a mistake; it shouldn't have happened."
"But it did," Ricky said. "And I don't regret it. It sounds like you do though, so..."
"No, I don't," Remiel told him. "Even if I don't want it to happen again, I don't regret it."
"But even so..." Ricky began. "That's it then? What if I don't want it to be? What if I want to know more about you?"
"That...that's not possible," Remiel said. "We're from two different worlds, and..."
"My uncle married a demon girl!" Ricky cried. "How different can we be? We can manage! God damn it, Remiel! It's not the end of the world!"
"Please don't bring my father into this," Remiel begged. "He hears and knows everything and we don't want him sticking his nose into this more than he already has!" Then she paused. "And that's your own fault since you went whining to him first."
"How did you find out?" Ricky cried. "Did you whine to him too? So nice that we had the same idea!" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't you be sarcastic with me!" Remiel yelled. "What were you thinking?"
"Well, I was pissed at you and it seemed like a good idea at the time!"
"What did he say?" Remiel asked. "Something else besides words of glee about how I was finally getting to be with someone?"
"Did he tell you that since we didn't use protection you could get pregnant?" Ricky asked, his voice more subdued now. "That's what I wanted to tell you too, just in case we need to, you know, get prepared."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"Did you hear me?" Ricky yelled. "We didn't use protection last night! We did it more than once since you told me you were fine. I thought that meant that you took pills or something. Do you? Please tell me you do! Please tell me that we aren't going to have to deal with you being pregnant now."
"So that's the only reason you called?" Remiel spat. "To make sure I didn't do something that would inconvenience you and get in the way of your wonderful life plan of drinking beer, sleeping with women, and sitting on your butt?"
"Hey now!" Ricky cried. "That's not what I meant at all! If you would just listen-"
"I've told you that you wouldn't hear from me in the future, so kindly return the favor and don't try and contact me either," Remiel spat. "I won't be a bother to you anymore, Ricky Mikaelson. Thank you for stopping me from doing something with you that actually would be a mistake: the biggest mistake of my life!"
The line then went dead, and Ricky swore, throwing his phone down hard on the bed and stomping downstairs for a drink, grateful that the kitchen was empty. He didn't want to have to explain things with Remiel to anyone; especially when he couldn't really explain them to himself.