Great! Just fucking great! I paced the floor in the living room as she sat running her fingers through her hair. How she could remain so calm, I'd never know. I was ready to beat my head into the wall! I thought women in this day and time were all smart enough to be on some kind of birth control, but no. I, lucky like I am, find the only woman in the country that doesn't. 'She just never needed it', she said. The fact that I hadn't been aware before, 'I thought men were smart enough to use a condom!', she said.
I had done it to myself. I'd gotten her in my blood and decided to use her to sate the need. This was my fault, I should've walked away as soon as I had been able. I should have never kissed her, I should have never let Sabretooth bring her into the Brotherhood, and I should have never thought of her as anything more than a pawn in the War.
"You'll have to abort it." I spoke aloud, before gathering the thoughts. "If you do become pregnant, then there will be no other choice."
I turned slowly, stopping to meet her eyes. She looked ready to cry, she looked ready to jump from her couch and beat me silly, she looked beautiful and very much broken. I got down on my knees in front of her, and she scooted back, away from my touch.
"Many people would try to use you... and our child, if you were pregnant, to get to me. I can not allow that chance. I would be hard pressed, but unable to give in if they did." I paused, trying to think before I said anything else. I could see my words penetrating her thoughts, but she looked so torn. I could have initiated this better. "I don't want you hurt, because I made a mistake." I whispered, willing her to understand.
She stood, going to the door to get her sneakers on. She looked back at me a final time, before walking out. The look in her eyes would forever haunt me, I had hurt her. She hadn't been a virgin, she'd known full well what was going on, but I had taken her innocence. It never really occurred until this moment, she believed she lived a good life, a decent life, and life would be kind to her. I took that belief and smashed it to oblivion. I felt like a fool, a worthless son of a bitch, and mostly I felt regret. Isis deserved better than this, many did, but it would never be in the world we were living in.