Prompt: FOR PROMPTS... umm.. chuya pregnancy scare? lmao (Submitted by sallychanscraps on tumblr.)
Chase Young is never worried. Anticipating, perhaps, or even cautious - after all, fortune always favors the prepared - but never worried.
Then again, Chase Young has never been in a situation such as this before, let alone thought it even possible, and it is certainly more than enough to put him at least somewhat on edge, though it takes his considerable years of training to hide this fact from the woman standing before him.
"You are... certain of this, I presume?" He swallows thickly, folding his arms across his chest and gripping his upper arms tightly as he awaits a response.
"Of course I am," comes the response. Wuya's lip scowl deepens as she leans back on the bed - his bed, which she's admittedly been sharing with him more often than not over the course of the past few months - and Chase's brow furrows in response. "Fairly certain, at least." She looks at him out of the corner of her eye. "Believe me, Chase, I'm just as happy about this as you are."
But Chase ignores her last statement. "You are not absolutely sure?" he asks, forcing any relief he may feel out of his expression.
Wuya rolls her eyes. "A woman's body is far different from a man's, Chase, as I know you are aware." Of course he was aware - that's what had gotten them into this predicament in the first place. "But, no. I am not completely sure, not for another month or two at the very least."
He nods, and closes his eyes. "Then what do you suggest we do until this... situation can be confirmed?"
She shrugs, rolls carefully onto her still-flat stomach and props herself up on her elbows. "We wait and see."
"And anything else?" Chase can't help the sneering tone in his voice, and while it never would have bothered him before, it disconcerts him, now, by how guilty he feels afterwards.
Wuya does nothing more than shrug and twist a curl of her hair around her finger. "Perhaps we could pick a color for the baby's room?" she suggests. "I was thinking blood-red - the bedroom of the child of the greatest Heylin witch and the Prince of Darkness must be suitably sinister and evil, after all."
Chase opens his eyes, then, and for a long moment merely watches Wuya, expression unreadable, before he sighs, runs a hand through his hair and joins her on the bed. "Very well."