"WHAT?!" Morgan exclaimed.
Undaunted by her outburst, Cal replied, "You can leave after our child is born."
"Did you cross over into the land of the delusional?" Morgan asked, staring at him. "I'm not pregnant. That would require, you know, which I haven't had, and certainly not with you."
"No, you're not pregnant. Not yet at least." A momentary scowl graced his features, but they lightened as he spoke, "I know this is a lot to digest. Maybe I should have waited for tomorrow."
"Excuse me, but what the hell are you thinking. There are several problems with this issue. A. I am not ready to be a mother. B. There is no way that I am going to have sex with you. C. Well, I can't think of another reason right now, but there are a lot. This is just way too sick," Morgan ranted.
Cal shrugged, "Then I guess you will be staying here forever."
Morgan stared at him blankly.
"Morgan? Are you okay?" Cal looked at her in concern.
No reaction.
"Morgan?" Cal asked again.
Blink.
"Morgan?" Cal shook her shoulders.
Blank stare.
"Morgan?!" Cal shook her more.
Slowly her eyes turned to look at him, strangely emotionless, "My parents are expecting me for dinner at 6:30."
"Killan is there," Cal reminded her.
"I want to go home, Cal," Morgan said softly.
Cal frowned, "You'll get used to it here."
"I don't want to get used to it. I want to go home to my friends, my family, Hu-"
When she hesitated, Cal jumped in, "Hunter? Is that what you were going to say?"
Morgan nodded, "It won't do you any good to yell at me."
"What if I skipped yelling at you, and proceeded to yell at him," Cal said pensively. "Or skipped the yelling altogether. Really, Morgan, you are leaving me no choices. He can't interfere in our destiny again."
Morgan shuddered, "Why do you want a child anyway? Aren't you a little young to be having a mid-life crisis?"
"Think about the lineage our child would have. On your side it would have Ciaran and Maeve and on mine Selene and.well my father isn't as powerful as the rest, but his power is certainly nothing to scoff at. Besides that it would be a pure Woodbane, untainted by the other lines," Cal spoke with an excited glitter.
"Might I point out that, besides your mother, a child of mine and Hunter's would have the same ancestry," Morgan argued.
"Despite my mother? Versus Hunter's? There is no contest in strength. Would you contaminate your child with the blood of a weak, non-Woodbane witch?" Cal twitched at the thought of a child between his half-brother and Morgan.
"Maybe with Belwicket blood and another clan besides my child," Morgan nearly choked on the word, "Would have a chance to escape a dark future."
Cal looked at her disbelievingly, "With Ciaran alive? Do you honestly think he would allow another one of his descendents, his grandchild no less, to be denied their heritage?"
Morgan looked at Cal suspiciously, "Ciaran? Is this my father's plan?!"
Cal looked guilty, "He still has hopes for you. You can still be his daughter. All these years he has been wanting one of his children to develop some type of talent, and now he found he has one."
Undaunted by her outburst, Cal replied, "You can leave after our child is born."
"Did you cross over into the land of the delusional?" Morgan asked, staring at him. "I'm not pregnant. That would require, you know, which I haven't had, and certainly not with you."
"No, you're not pregnant. Not yet at least." A momentary scowl graced his features, but they lightened as he spoke, "I know this is a lot to digest. Maybe I should have waited for tomorrow."
"Excuse me, but what the hell are you thinking. There are several problems with this issue. A. I am not ready to be a mother. B. There is no way that I am going to have sex with you. C. Well, I can't think of another reason right now, but there are a lot. This is just way too sick," Morgan ranted.
Cal shrugged, "Then I guess you will be staying here forever."
Morgan stared at him blankly.
"Morgan? Are you okay?" Cal looked at her in concern.
No reaction.
"Morgan?" Cal asked again.
Blink.
"Morgan?" Cal shook her shoulders.
Blank stare.
"Morgan?!" Cal shook her more.
Slowly her eyes turned to look at him, strangely emotionless, "My parents are expecting me for dinner at 6:30."
"Killan is there," Cal reminded her.
"I want to go home, Cal," Morgan said softly.
Cal frowned, "You'll get used to it here."
"I don't want to get used to it. I want to go home to my friends, my family, Hu-"
When she hesitated, Cal jumped in, "Hunter? Is that what you were going to say?"
Morgan nodded, "It won't do you any good to yell at me."
"What if I skipped yelling at you, and proceeded to yell at him," Cal said pensively. "Or skipped the yelling altogether. Really, Morgan, you are leaving me no choices. He can't interfere in our destiny again."
Morgan shuddered, "Why do you want a child anyway? Aren't you a little young to be having a mid-life crisis?"
"Think about the lineage our child would have. On your side it would have Ciaran and Maeve and on mine Selene and.well my father isn't as powerful as the rest, but his power is certainly nothing to scoff at. Besides that it would be a pure Woodbane, untainted by the other lines," Cal spoke with an excited glitter.
"Might I point out that, besides your mother, a child of mine and Hunter's would have the same ancestry," Morgan argued.
"Despite my mother? Versus Hunter's? There is no contest in strength. Would you contaminate your child with the blood of a weak, non-Woodbane witch?" Cal twitched at the thought of a child between his half-brother and Morgan.
"Maybe with Belwicket blood and another clan besides my child," Morgan nearly choked on the word, "Would have a chance to escape a dark future."
Cal looked at her disbelievingly, "With Ciaran alive? Do you honestly think he would allow another one of his descendents, his grandchild no less, to be denied their heritage?"
Morgan looked at Cal suspiciously, "Ciaran? Is this my father's plan?!"
Cal looked guilty, "He still has hopes for you. You can still be his daughter. All these years he has been wanting one of his children to develop some type of talent, and now he found he has one."