The heaping mess of tangled limps laid on the bed of the small town house. The red strands pooled across the bed, sticky and slick with sweat.
The two figures kissed passionately as they came down from their high. Sebastian broken the kiss looking down at Grell. Her eyes coated with the remaining lust of their activities.
It's been like this for a week. Twice a day, once before dawn and again after dark. He knew he couldn't hide her pregnancy for much longer. He sat back up placing his hand on her stomach.
"It's your lucky day Grell. You're with child."
Shock took over, the feeling of everything slowed down. She propped herself up looking at him wide eyed. "Are you serious? I...oh my...wow."
Tears began to formed at the corners of her eyes as her hands rested on her stomach. The idea alone made everything she'd been through worth it. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him deeply.
He held her waist kissing back. Whatever the hybrid child would become was now something to think about it. One of his hands moved instinctively to her abdomen.
The touch sent shivers down her body feeling the warmth in it. She knew it wasn't an option to think of them together in that sense. What was she expecting? A wedding, a home, more children...No.
She broke the kiss looking at him with the purest of adoration. "You really have no idea what this means to me. Thank you for this."
He smirked, getting a little big headed from the knowledge of his potent seed. "It was pleasant to have something sinful to hold my hunger."
"Well, I'm glad it was helpful to the both of us. I still have to know if you'll be wanting to be part of their life. Or, at least, meet them once they're born."
The idea was tempting to be able to be apart of a different child's life. The first one having disappeared without a trace at a young age.
He smiled as usual taking her hands in his. "I would like to at least see them once they're born. I think my genetics are quite strong."
She shook her head looking up at him. "That may be true, but there's still the fact they'll be part reaper. I think dark hair and green eyes are cute. That or, red hair and red eyes."
He rolled his eyes lifting his body off the bed. She followed after him getting dressed rather quickly. He stopped at the door turning back to her. "How do you plan on giving birth?"
She paused standing with her hands on her hips. "I'm honestly not one hundred percent sure. I think I'll ask Undertaker. He knows his way around a body. Surely he can assist."
He blinked looking at her as though she was slightly off her rocker. He moved closer thinking of the size she would be at full term. His hand rested on his stomach again, tracing along a line under her navel.
She stood still looking at his hand. Her bottom lip quivering a bit, getting nervous with his touch. He glanced up trying to defuse the situation. "Don't worry about it. If it comes to the worst, we'll just cut you open and pull the child out."
She took a deep breath looking at her stomach still. "It's not just that. I'm worried about hiding it from sight up in my realm."
"This is true. Now that the child has imprinted you, you'll be smelling like demon to those who can. Let alone the attention of a reaper with child with attract."
He moved away from her walking back towards the door. "You'll have to figure how to mask the smell on your own Grell."
She walked towards the familiar building in her cloak from the human eye. The sign staring down at her with it's owner's name welcoming her. She took a deep breath going passed the door.
The mortician stood above his new coffins studying their work. His long nails tapping along the sides. The sound of door opening stopped his movements looking back at her.
She moved closer letting the cloak be removed for him. It wasn't necessary at this point. She stared at him feeling the nerves getting the best of her.
"Hello there my dear. Come to see a poor old man?"
She placed her hands on her hips tapping her foot. "Doesn't it look like I need help? I know you're the only one I can come to for this."
He moved away from the coffins lifting his hand. He motioned to her to follow her into the back of the building. They walked into a small kitchen like area, pulling out an extra chair for her.
" Sit down and tell dear, sweet, undertaker what is on your mind."
She eyed him sitting in the seat across him. He gave his usual smiled leaning on the table. She took a deep breath holding her hands together.
"I'm pregnant with a demon child."
They stayed in silence looking at each other. He finally smiled grabbing a hold of her hand. "What good news! Congratulations on your baby."
She looked at him dumbfounded on his response. "You-you're not mad at me? You're not outraged that I decide to lay with a demon?!"
He started laughed shaking his head. "Oh no my dear. I think it's about time out kind started mixing with the other races. Angels and Demons have to produce Incubus and Succubi. It'll be an interesting combination to see what we can make."
He got out of his seat, excited he leaned her against the chair pulling up her shirt. His hand rested along her abdomen. "Seems like such a thing is possible."
He moved away from her putting the kettle to boil. "Now tell me, what made you want to come to me?"
She took her gloves off adjusting her shirt. "I can't go to anyone else. You know how they'll treat me if any of the others up in the realm found out."
He looked over his shoulder hearing the sound of fright in her voice. He grabbed the tea and honey from the cabinets. "Sounds like you have a real dilemma."
She looked over at him feeling a coldness to his tone. Maybe it was a mistake to have come here. He put everything together serving her a cup.
"I know that the reapers up there will make your life a living hell. I should know, I created the system you go by."
She picked up her cup listening to him. "You created? I thought you were there after everything was set up?"
He laughed resting his head in his hands. "Not in the slightest. I am death my dear. You're looking at the man forced to have the pleasure from the beginning."
She gasped keeping the edge of the cup to her lips. He smiled moving his bangs aside. "I'm know more than anyone about how the system works. So tell me, how are you going to hide this child?"
She froze up looking down at the table. "I have no idea. I was hoping you would have some sort of an idea." She forced her eyes to look up at him.
"My dear, there's no need for you to be to sad. I know a couple of tricks to help you." He got out of his seat holding out his hand to her.
They walked down the hall into a small bedroom. It was cold and lonely with nothing in it to brighten up the place. He opened up a small set of doors at the top of a dresser.
She sat down on the bed keeping her gaze focused on the small viles of liquid inside. She looked at the labels noticing the ancient text writing across them.
He turned around handing her two of them. "These should do just fine. Sage and Rosemary are some of the scents that normally work as demon repellent for low level ones. They also work to mask the smell of higher level Demons from Angels and Reapers."
She stared at them touching her belly subconsciously. "Won't that hurt the baby?" He shook his head looking at her hand. "No. You're the barrier between that and the child. There's nothing to fear."
She got up pulling him into a hug. So much weight on her shoulders melted away with his help. He chuckled hugging her back, letting her have the comfort. "No need to thank me my dear. You just want to keep your health in mind."
She pulled away with small tears on the corners of her eyes. He used his sleeve to dab them away. "I still think I should thank you for this. I have to repay you for your kindness." He shook his head patting her back. "None of that. You need to focus on yourself my dear."
He held out his arm walking with her back into the main room of his coffins. He held her hands looking at her with a warm glow. "Remember dear, you need to have everything under wraps. Come to me if you need anything else."
She nodded looking at the door. "I'll try my best to. Thank you so much for your help. I still have to repay you for this." She turned back around releasing her grip on him.
He tilted his head to the side eyeing her. "Please do be careful. I would hate for something to become of a mother and her child." Pulling the bangs back over his face, he bowed his head letting her go out the door.
The door closed, following the sound of the clicking of her heels. The heavy feelings of the pregnancy came back with more weight. She threw the shoes off landing on her bed.
The knots of nerves twisted her stomach and congested her chest. Tears began to pour down from onto her cheeks. Was this not what she always wanted?
The exhaustion got the better of her with a loud yawn. Cleaning up her face, she made her way to the bathroom with sleep clothes in hand.
The bath was filled with lavender and camomile flowers. Dipping herself in slowly, the strong scent hit her nostrils, relaxing her body. The warmth of the water consuming her was most pleasant.
She placed her hand on her abdomen letting her mind clear up. No, this IS what she had wanted. This child was everything she had ever dreamed and more. Leaning against the tub with her hair pooled around her she had to start making plans on her child's safety.