Part: Family Matters

Chapter: A Gift from the Goddess

Two months later, B.P.R.D. headquarters:

It was now two months since they had returned from their honeymoon, and life was more or less back to normal.

More or less, considering the fact that Margot still sometimes had horrible nightmares (those nights Myers would hold her tiny, shaking body in his arms throughout the night, to keep her safe from her inner demons) - and the fact, that she still refused to do field work.

She looked like herself, and after two weeks in a tropical island, she was strong, tanned and healthy. Both Dr. Sasson and Andu had said, that she was good to work, both physically and mentally, but there was still something holding her back.

Myers knew what it was, of course.

It was the same thing that caused the nightmares: fear and remorse.

Even if she was better now, it would take ages for all the emotional wounds to heal. And even then, he didn't know if she would would ever trust herself again.

"I'm a nutcase and a mass murderer." she had said. "It's better for everyone if I'm kept deep in the dungeon." And as she was as stubborn as ever, no one could turn her head - not even Kat.

So for now, she was helping Dr. Broom in the library. That seemed to suit her well, and there was a natural agreement between those two Europeans, almost like a friendship, no matter their age difference. It was obvious Margot respected the old professor a lot, and valued the time she was allowed to spend with him. This was a different side of Margot, something Myers hadn't seen before, and even if he missed her by his side on the field, it nevertheless enchanted him. Sometimes he would just sit in the library with them, to see how Margot would bury herself in the ancient books, to find something long forgotten, using her powers to go through the books faster than any regular human could have. The peace and quiet, the silence, the telepathic conversations with Abe, the five o'clock afternoon tea with Professor Broom… that all was no doubt good for Margot.

Though Myers wondered, if this was a permanent thing, or just a temporary phase. Before the summer of the Goddess, Margot had had so much spunk and unchained energy, that it would have been impossible to keep her in a library for more than a few hours. But now? Only time would tell.

Just the other day he had had a conversation with her, where Margot had called her new post 'fighting the dust balls of evil'. Myers had made a small laugh to that mental image. Yeah, he was pretty sure that no matter how much Margot respected the Professor, she wouldn't stay in the library forever.

Myers opened the door of their small apartment, and stepped in.

"Margot, you home?" he called.

"Umm, yeah." a faint voice answered. "In the bedroom."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I took a nap."

Myers checked the time - 5.30 pm, and frowned. It wasn't a normal time for an afternoon nap, and certainly not like Margot to take one in the first place, and immediately he worried. It was a bad habit, that one. It was still difficult for him to let Margot out of his sight, and every time there was something even a bit out of ordinary, he worried.

Myers put his briefcase on the table, and walked through the living room towards the bedroom, and pushed the door open. There, in the bed, under a blanket, lie Margot - and Myers' heart skipped a beat.

Damn, she was so pretty! Her cheeks were rosy, and she had the aura of someone who's still half asleep, and he felt an urge to join her under the blanket. To feel the warmth of her silky skin under his palms, the scent of her hair.

He cleared his throat.

"Hard day at the office?" he asked. "Angry dust balls to fight?"

Margot sat up, and pulled her hair behind her ears.

"No, not really. I left early, and…"

"And what?"

Margot looked up to his eyes, and there was something in her glance that made Myers suddenly nervous. Something wasn't right. He walked closer to her, and sat on the bed, laid his hand on her thigh.

"What is it?" he asked. "You've been awfully tired the past few days. Did you call Andu about it?"

"Yeah, I did." she avoided his gaze. "And I went to see a doctor."

"Okay? And what did they say?"

Margot blushed, and her fingers were anxiously playing with the edge of the blanket.

"That I… I'm pregnant."

Myers was silent for a few heartbeats, trying to realize what he had just heard.

"You… what?!"

"You heard me. I'm pregnant."

"But I-" he had to breath in and out a few times to be able to speak. "But you said… I… I mean, are you sure!?"

"I wouldn't tell you If I wasn't. Yeah, I'm sure, alright."

He felt dizzy, his heart racing in his chest.

Margot was pregnant! There was going to be a baby! A kid! And not just any kid, but their child. Once in awhile he had pondered on the idea that maybe there was a way they could have a child after all, like through adoption, but now… Margot was carrying his child inside of her belly, and he was going to be a father.

That was fucking amazing!

And then a sickening thought hit him.

The baby's father.

He met Margot's nervous glance. She knew what he was about to ask, but he had to say it nevertheless.

"Who is the father?" the words left him, barely audible.

Something dark flashed in Margot's eyes, and her posture tensed.

"You are."

"How can you be sure? After the things that happened… Margot, you cannot know for sure!"

"It's yours, alright!" Margot snapped, her voice shaking with chained emotion. "It cannot be anyone else's. Last time I checked, it takes sperm to fertilize an egg, and I have only gotten yours."

"So when you slept with the… the victims, you sure they didn't-"

"I told you. They were for the Goddess. I didn't…" she blushed, a deep shade of scarlet. "They didn't come with me."

Margot's voice was thin and stretched, and suddenly Myers noticed she was trembling. She had laid her hands on her belly, a reflex, as if to protect the baby inside, and that sight suddenly hit Myers like a wrecking ball.

As if Margot needed to protect her child- no, their child - from him.

"I'm sorry." he breathed. "I'm sorry, I just-."

"I'm going to have a baby." she was sobbing now. "I'm going to be a mother! Me?! I'm so fucking scared!"

"Hey, hey, come on honey." he reached to her, and pulled her to his lap, wrapped his arms around her trembling body. She was crying now, and he wiped off her tears with his fingers.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm so sorry. God, I'm an ass, I know it, but please, don't be scared." he kissed the top of her head, gently caressed the small of her back. "It's gonna be fine. Better than fine. You're not alone in this."

"You promise?"

"Of course I promise. I'll take care of you, both of you. Always."

Margot was silent for a few heartbeats, and he felt how she stiffened. She raised her face, so that she could look him in the eye.

"Not 'the both' of us." she said. "The three of us."

Myers blinked a few times.

"The three of you? You mean, like-"

"Yeah. I'm having twins."

It took a few heartbeats for that information to sink in, but when it did, Myers suddenly realized he was grinning.

"Twins?" he laughed. "You kidding?"

"Nope." Margot replied.

"Like… two babies. We're going to have two?"

"Yes." Now Margot was smiling too, and wiping off her tears. "Two babies."

"That's… that's fucking amazing!" He laughed, and then her lips were on his, and she kissed him, taking his breath away.

"I know!" she sent into his mind.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips were hungry on his. Myers felt the mess of her thoughts on his, the racing of her heart in his bloodstream, and it all made him high headed, as if he was intoxicated of her.

He let his hands wander downwards, to the curves of her hips, and instantly he felt a stir of arousal deep inside of his core. Christ! He had made her pregnant, his seed deep inside of her, had impregnated her. The thought was madly arousing, and he felt getting hard. He could not help wondering, which time had it happened - had it been the time on the beach, when she had wrapped her legs thight around his hips and cried out as they had climaxed together? Or the time on the porch of their villa, when Margot had sat on his lap just like this, and rode him into one of the best orgasms of his life? Or later, after their honeymoon, in this bedroom, on this very bed, when he had-

"I don't know." Margot breathed, breaking their kiss. "But the doctor says, I'm about 8 weeks pregnant, so it's more likely, that it happened here."

"But how? How did this happen? I mean, I know how, but..." he made a small, nervous laughter. "You know, I thought we could never have kids!"

"I don't know, I really don't. The doctor said that it's like I've never been sterilized at all. The clips are gone, and everything functions perfectly fine."

He was silent for a short while, thinking about what she had said. A miracle. He had worked in the world of paranormal for long enough to know, that miracles rarely happened on their own.

"You think it's because of her?" he asked.

"I do. It must be. Another gift from the Goddess."

"Huh." he nodded. "Well. I never thought I would be thankful for something she did."

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Margot sighed. "But we really, really need to buy that house now. I'm not gonna raise my kids in a dungeon."

"Fine. We'll start looking tomorrow." he replied, and let his fingers caress the heavenly curves of her hips. "But tonight, we're not going to go anywhere."