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And So It Is
Chapter 13
I looked at the caller ID on my cell phone. Bruce? What the fuck was Bruce calling for? It had been a few weeks since my birthday and the whole blow out I had with Richard. I was now well into my six months of pregnancy, more emotional than ever, and extremely sexually frustrated. Xavier had called and sent flowers numerous times to try and apologize, but I completely blew him off. Richard, on the other hand, was another story. Everyday he would come to my house, begging to see me, claiming he loved me, and everyday I would have one of the maids turn him away. I know I love him, so much more than I should. I know I'll always love him, and it's just awful.
Well, since my party, everyone knows I'm pregnant and the reporters are going crazy with speculation of who the father is. Most think it's Xavier's, which made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. None have even mentioned the possibility of it being Richard's, considering he's still officially with Babs. One gossip mag thought it would be grand if the baby was Richard's, the playboy and the princess of Gotham getting together and having a baby. What a fairy tale romance. Or some shitty headline like that. The truth was.. this was far from a fairytale.
I held up my finger to Rachel, signaling her to give me a moment as I answered the phone, "Hey, Bruce. What do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"Kori," Bruce said in a firm, but gentle voice, "I know your pregnancy is causing you to get emotional, but your child needs a father and Dick absolutely adores you.."
I cut him off before he could finish, "Bruce, you know Richard's philandering ways. Can you honestly tell me that he would be faithful to me, and not abandon me again?"
"He loves you and he's been depressed since you've made it clear you want him to have nothing to do with you or your child. Don't forget that the child is his too and although he would never take you to court for custody, he is getting desperate... more to see you than anything else."
"Bruce, what is he planning?" I was curious, Bruce's tone of voice was odd and now I was getting a little worried. I was upset at the fact that Bruce even mentioned the word 'custody' and kept insisting that Richard loves me. What a funny way he has showing it.
"Kori, I must go. I have an important meeting to attend to. Hopefully, I will see you soon." Bruce quickly hung up, silencing any questions or further prying I might have had.
"What's going on?" Rachel asked as she popped a peppermint in her mouth and continued holding up different nursery patterns.
"Rachel, you and Richard are cousins. Would you say you know him pretty well?" I asked, looking at a baby animal style Noah's Ark pattern.
Rachel eyed me and then shrugged, "Normally yes, but when it came to you.. I was never sure. Why?"
"He's planning something. Bruce did as much as say so, but I don't know what. Richard wants me now and is extremely upset that I won't see him." I replied as I tossed a olive green pattern off the pile.
"I like the Noah's Ark pattern too," Rachel said as she held it up, " But yeah, maybe you should give Dick a chance. You guys were so wonderful together and anyways, you are having his baby. You guys are always gonna be tied to each other now."
"Rachel," I dropped the yellow duck pattern and looked at her, " Is he still with Babs?"
"Well, officially... yes.. but.."
"Then nothing. He's with her, not with me. I'm not going to be seen as some whorish home-wrecker or anything like that. End of discussion."
Rachel sighed, "Kori, not everything is black and white. He loves you.. everyone fucking knows it. God, you guys are damn retarded for each other! You both need to stop being such idiots and get off your asses and be together like you are supposed to! If you guys aren't meant to be than I don't know who is."
"Are you finished?" I asked quietly, trying not to let her words affect me.
"Yes." She said and we continued looking at patterns in silence. Both of us lost in our own thoughts, until I finally got the courage to speak again.
"So, have you and Garfield set a date?"
Rachel smiled and patted my round belly, "Sometime after our boy here comes out. I need my maid of honor fit and pretty for the ceremony."
I chuckled and shook my head. We could never stay upset at each other and it was nice knowing that after all these years, we were still best friends and nothing could get in the way of that.
"So are you still doing that interview for Vanity Fair?" Rachel made a face at a hideous orange pattern with bright lime, green frogs on it.
I nodded, "Yeah I have a cover shoot at 5 a.m. tomorrow and then they are gonna interview me about what it's like to be 'Gotham's Princess' or something."
"Ohhh, the cover? Are you gonna pull a Demi and do it nude?"
I laughed, "No. For one, I would feel so much like I was copying and two, I don't have the balls to be on a magazine cover naked, especially naked and pregnant."
We both laughed and continued on with our day. Picking out different patterns for the nursery and also stopping by a couple of designer stores to look at wedding gowns. It was nice, just the three of us.. the baby would not stop kicking me and although I already loved him more than life itself, it was getting rather difficult to concentrate on anything, but his foot jammed up into my rib. Well, I was assuming it was his foot.
The photo shoot went extremely well. They did my make up light, like how I normally do it, left my hair down and curled and had me wear a simple black, silk slip dress that went perfectly against my golden complexion. They took many different shots, but decided they would stick with one that showed off my pregnant stomach. I was almost finished with the interview when the dreaded question came up.
"So, who's the father?" The interviewer asked it so nonchalantly that I was taken back.
I shook my head, "That is to remain a secret between the father and myself. I find it better if no one knew who he was."
"Ooo, married man?" The interviewer raised her brows in a suggestive manner.
I snorted very unlady like and shook my head, "No, not exactly. It is just other circumstances that keep me from revealing his identity."
"What about Dick Grayson? You guys were extremely close and were in a hot and heavy romance when you were younger. What does he have to say about this?"
I was getting extremely angry at the interviewer, but before I could retort the interviewer's assistant came barging in the room with a bunch of copies of the morning paper. She tossed one at the interviewer whose eyes lit up after a moment, and handed one to me. I slowly looked down at the paper and only two words came out.. "Oh Shit."
Dick Grayson has announced through his publicist this morning of his break up with Barbara Gordon. The couple has been on the rocks since before their engagement, but the real reason for the break-up can be attributed to Gotham's Princess Miss Korina Anders. Dick said, "Although it upsets me greatly that Barbara and I are parting ways, it is merely for the fact that I am losing a friend. My heart has and always will belong to Miss Korina Anders. I have been in love with her for as long as I can remember and I am also proud to announce that I am the father of her child. Soon after the child is born we will in fact be getting married and we both plan to have a large, happy family." Now that Mr. Grayson and Ms. Anders are engaged, it puts the speculation of the father of her child to rest. We know Gotham wishes the happy couple the best of luck in their new family.
I slowly gritted my teeth and forced a smile on my face, "Well if you will excuse me. This interview is over. I need to go and speak with myfiancé." My voice was strained and I knew it was about to crack. The interviewer just smiled and nodded, congratulating me and Richard on our bundle of joy. I stormed out of the building and got into my limo, requesting to be taken to Richard's penthouse. I was going to fucking kill him.
I banged on his door repeatedly, assuming that somehow that would make him answer it faster. When that didn't work I started kicking the door as hard as I could while wearing open toed platform sandals. Finally, Bruce answered the door. Bruce? What the fuck was Bruce doing here? I pushed my way past him and went into the penthouse. I started looking for Richard, I was so livid I was seeing red.
"He'll be out in a minute." Bruce said. I whirled around on him and pointed a finger.
"You fucking asshole! You knew what he was planning and you didn't try to stop him or tell me! You fucking... ugh! Get out I don't want to see you! You make me fucking sick."
Richard picked that moment to walk out into the living room where we were, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low across his hips. It was a pleasant distraction to seen his finely chiseled chest and stomach, but I quickly remembered that I was angry and my sexual frustration was not going to win now.
"Well Now that you are here. I'll leave you both to... talk." Bruce said and quickly left, locking the door behind him. Richard and I stood in silence for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. The tension was thick and I couldn't get myself over the urge to hit him as hard as I could.
"Kori.." Richard started, but before he could finish I slapped him as hard as I could. Leaving an angry red welt across his otherwise flawless skin. God, he is fucking gorgeous. I was instantly aroused again and tried, unsuccessfully, to calm the fire in my veins. He stared at me in anger and hunger, and I stared back. Neither of us backing down. Before I knew what had happened, his arms were around me and we were kissing each other with everything we had. The kiss was as passionate as it was desperate, our lips and tongues trying to hold onto the other for dear life.
He only broke the kiss to whisper how beautiful I was and then quickly reclaimed my lips, licking and sucking on them until they were swollen and bruised. Before long we were in his bedroom, and some where along the way I had lost my clothes. He laid me gently on the bed, kissing every inch of my skin, whispering words of love and enchantment. I was completely lost to him.
He placed himself behind me, spooning me while affectionately kissing my neck. I was moaning softly as his hands caressed my nipples with such tender care I could cry. He left hot, open mouth kisses along my shoulder as he slowly thrust himself into me. Fuck, it was heaven. We laid there for a few minutes, just reveling in the feel of each other. Him deep inside me, holding me, loving me.
"I'll always love you." His hot breath on my neck, sent shivers down my spine and slowly he began to slide in and out of me, causing me to whimper in pleasure at the feelings he was causing inside of me. The movements began softly enough, but soon we were both frantically rubbing our bodies against each other, trying to reach our completion together. He softly flicked his tongue against my earlobe, and that, combined with the feeling of him inside me and his hard chest pressed against my back, sent me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the silk sheets and screamed his name as loud as I could. I felt him tense and moan my name loudly as he spilled himself into me.
He held me tightly, almost as if he was scared I would vanish if he loosened his grip. We laid there for hours in the the comfort of each other's arms. He whispered repeatedly how much he needed me. How much he loved me. For once, I felt complete. I knew we shouldn't have slept together, but it felt right. I wanted to stay angry at him, but I couldn't. He placed his hand on my stomach, gently caressing the child I was carrying, our child. We had been fighting for so long and had been through so much.
Maybe it was time to make ourselves happy..
