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Okk, Sorry for not being able to update for so long but things came up and honestly I don't even know how the year passed so quickly, so to make it up to you readers I'm gonna update really really fast! Here's the latest installment. Barrons is going be Out-of- character a bit...
Chapter 3:
Jericho came into the bathroom. "I threw out the candle. Now, what's wrong Mac?" He sat beside her and rested his chin on her head as he cradled her body in his arms.
"I think I might be pregnant." Mac whispered.
Mac felt Jericho go very silent and still. She was afraid of what he was going to say. She had to confirm weather what she was saying was true but she had messed this up very, very badly. Stupid Mac, you really had to go and spill your news to him didn't you? She was in deep trouble. What if he didn't want a child? Where was she supposed to go? Wait! she thought to herself, Is this even possible with me being immortal and all. Can I even have a child. Is this some kind of side effect from what V'lan-Cruce gave me? Am I hallucinating? Oh my god, what's going on with me?
"...true?" Jericho mumbled causing Mac to come back from her reverie.
"Huh?" Mac wondered. She had been so caught up in her jumbles of What-if's that she hadn't been paying attention to the shell-shocked whatever Jericho Barrons was. Oh my god! She thought again, starting into her little subconscious, What if he's like Jericho? I don't even know what Barrons is!
"Is it true?" Jericho asked in a very low tone. He was feeling very out of place. He didn't what to feel. Was he happy? He loved her and it was only natural to feel happy. But what if that child was more like him than her? Then what? Would he go through the same agony, just like before? And then there were Ryodan, Lor and the others. God he had some fucked up emotions but he was happy. Yes he would be happy. Life gave him a second chance and he was gonna hold onto it no matter what hell erupted around him. He would protect them both from all the dangers, even from his own kind.
He was watching her. Mac could feel his soft gaze. She had felt him tense for a few moments then finally relax. She relaxed and put her hand over her stomach, protectively, lovingly. "I think so." She whispered and then was immediately pulled into hug by Jericho.
"Jeri-" She felt his hands tremble a little and she knew he didn't show his weakness, ever. This was pretty important to him after what had happened to his other son. She couldn't even begin to imagine. She simply hugged him back. They sat there for so long, none of them bothering with the time. He simply hugged her and she hugged him back, savoring the moment.
Jericho finally pulled back and looked down at Mac's concerned face. He brushed her hair away from fer face and cupped her face. He looked at her searching for any signs of sickness, "are you ok? Are you feeling alright? Should we take you to a doctor?" He began to worry the small problems, they could take care of the big problems later, much later.
"I'm fine!" Mac laughed, she had been worried for the past little while that he would push her away. She was feeling better than ever, he hadn't pushed her away, he wanted her by his side!
"But?" Jericho asked. He could feel she was uneasy and worried. A little part of her, anyway. But still it wasn't good for her.
"But, how is this even possible?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm immortal, remember what Cruce did to me. What if..." She was voicing all of her anxieties. She just had too many worries.
"Don't think about those what-if's. What you should be thinking about is how we can find out if you really are pregnant. Then we'll think about all other things later. ok?"
Mac nodded her head and Jericho smiled.
Then a sudden thought occurred to him, "Oh no." he whispered.
"What?" Mac felt her tension returning little by little. What could possible be worse?
"I hear..." Jericho began.
"uh-huh" Mac urged him to continue.
"I hear that some women don't allow the child's father near them during their entire pregnancy, no contact." He whispered into her ear.
Mac looked up to him and put on a pleasant smile, "Of all the things we should be worrying about, you're worried that I won't allow into bed for nine months? Of all the things that could go wrong, you're worried about that!" Mac got up and was about to storm to the bed when Jericho caught her by the wrist and pulled her against his back with fluid grace.
"Why wouldn't be worried, after all just how did the child come to be then?" He whispered in her ear and put his other free hand on her stomach. "I'm going to have to endure if you push me away for nine months right. So I think you should compensate before it even begins right?" His warm breath caused her to shiver.
"That's a what if, some women don't do that."
"This is just going to be a precaution, right?" He bit her ear.
Mac shivered. Goosebumps covered her flesh. This man was so very real. She put her hand over his that covered her stomach. "I really am, probably, right?" She asked her voice just a bit above a whisper.
"Yes." He encircled both his arms around her and she put her arms on top of his. After a moment he spoke once more, "well, since you are pregnant according to me. And some women do push away their men, I guess I should take full opportunity of this most auspicious night. Shouldn't I?" He picked her up bridal style and began to carry her to the bed. "I'd be a fool not to." He said as he gently lowered her on the bed.
"Wait! I think we-" Mac began to say but was silenced with. A kiss. A single soul-touching Kiss.
"Cruce! Where exactly are you doing here?" The Unseelie King bellowed.
The life in the courts had changed significantly. They no longer lived freely, not since the king and his concubine, who regained her memory, came back. And it had changed drastically due to the revelation that in some ways Mackayla Lane- O'Conner was the Unseelie Princess, the only Unseelie Princess.
"Old man, did you honestly think that your measly spell could contain me for long? I have the knowledge of the Sinsar Dubh inside me. I am just as powerful as you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to see my beloved Princess." Cruce was lost in his own thoughts. If Mackayla is indeed an Unseelie Princess then I will have her. One way or another I will take her away from the damn Jericho Barrons. That I vow with my life.
"Cruce, that power is not to be trifled with. You are not abuse the power which some many tried to destroy, myself included." The Unseelie King tried to persuade Cruce's decision. He was much more powerful than he showed and the spell he had cast was not a very powerful, even he knew that. he harbored some hope that his son become wiser. Some lessons have to be taught the hard way.
"Say do you know if Mackayla still lives if that bookstore?" Cruce asked with a secretive smile on his face.
"I will not give you the answer you seek. But do not disrupt her life. She'll be brought to the court when I deem necessary."The Unseelie King replied.
"And who said anything about bringing her to this court?" Cruce asked, "Besides we'll be waiting for centuries if you do ever decide to bring her. It is better for me to bring her here, don't you think? She'll get a nice surprise and very welcoming chaperon."
"And you think Jericho Barrons will let you simply take her away?"
"We'll just have to see, won't we Old Man?" Cruce laughed as he walked away from the Unseelie King. Mac, My dearest Mac I've missed you.
"Honey! Do you know where the boxes with the papers are?" Jack Lane asked his wife from across the room.
"What papers?" Rainey Lane asked her husband as she stood up to find him looking at the boxes under neath their coffee table. They had moved from their little town in southern US to Dublin, Ireland. It was really tiring especially when everything was scattered everywhere.
"The Papers-found them, never mind!" He yelled. He began to fish through the papers after setting the box on the coffee table. That's odd, he looked at the papers, I forgot about this file-
A/N- Well hope you enjoyed that update! :)