Their kid was the cutest kid in the world. And he wasn't just saying that because it was his and Blake's offspring. He had the little nubs growing from his head, brown just like his Dad. Blake's friends would coo at him all the time, calling him cute and handsome. Blake would proudly refer to them her boys, and each time she said it Adam couldn't keep the grin off his face.
Blake had become pregnant during her last year of University, both thinking that it was from one of her Heats—when both of them were so blinded by the lust and the Heat. It was a surprise when she missed her period. Both of them had panicked, but Blake had calmed saying that stuff like this happen every once in a while for her. A nagging feeling in the back of their minds never left, it was the subconscious feeling of justknowing.
Looking back on it now, both agreed that they just knew.
That's when her stomach started to feel queasy. It was always during that one morning class of hers. She would grab a bagel that day and assembled her things on the table in front of her. When the professor would walk in her stomach would drop and felt the urge to hurl. She didn't. And the feeling would pass after anywhere from ten to thirty minutes.
Until one weekend.
She had missed another period, and she had taken the test. The time between peeing on the sick and waiting for the test was always the hardest—at least that's what Blake had heard. And she could now say that those people were right. Her stomach was a wreck, flipping and flopping violently until the point that she felt bile creep up her throat and she heaved into the bathtub.
The test turned out to be positive.
And it was safe to say Blake had freaked out. Thoughts of, "I'm not ready for this yet" and "I'm going to kill him" ran through her head. She had called her mother, crying over the phone as she told her what had happened. Her mother had been her saving grace that day, calming her down and keeping her calm.
She had stayed on the phone with her Mother until Adam had come home from work two and a bit hours later, he had greeted her with a kiss to the temple.
Throwing his shirt off and into their room as he went by towards the bathroom to wash the sweat and grossness off him that he had collected from work. Blake had forgotten all about leaving the test on the counter until Adam came tumbling out of the bathroom pants unbuttoned and wide eyed. Blake hung up the phone then, her cheeks growing red. "Surprise?" she said shyly.
And that was the story of how they found out Blake was pregnant.
Marcus Taurus was born November 5th. And he looked just like his father. Adam's Aunt had given her Adam's baby pictures and the two (three if Blake's mother was there) women would coo at how adorable Adam was and how much Marc looked like him. Adam would turn to his son during those times, picking up the child and saying, "don't listen to them son, you're cool. I'm cool. There's nothing cute about us."
Marc was older now; sitting up and looking around at everything with wide maroon eyes. Blake came home to her boys lazing around on the floor watching Beauty and The Beast on the television. Blake and Adam both greatly enjoyed that movie; their friends like to say it was because Blake and Adam were the Beauty and the Beast in that movie.
Adam would chuckle, "Now that's a little harsh, Blake is way too beautiful to be the beast."
Marc was playing near Adam's head, his little hand grabbing at his father's horn and tugging gently on his brown and red hair. "Hey there darling," Blake cooed kneeling behind her son. Marc cooed throwing his arms up for her to pick him up. "Look at what Mama got you today," she smiled holding out a stuffed lamb.
Marc cooed, grabbing the toy lamb and hugging it to his chest.