The sun rose over the mid-autumn morning as the pile of silk red blankets moved to the sudden noise of her alarm. The redhead groaned smacking the alarm hard making the noise stop. She got out of bed stretching her arms into the air. The roundness of her belly was now more obvious than before.
'Half way over.' she thought to herself touching the bump. She stocked it soothingly humming a bit of her favourite Chopin piece.
With the help of Undertaker, hiding the baby had been a breeze. Though she loved her red coat, it was wasn't much help in the state she was in. She would wear a plaid coat the was too big for her normally.
The wave of nausea hit her hard. The colour along her cheeks became pale as she ran to the restroom. After ten minutes of vomiting, she brushed her teeth, cursing under her breath. Making her way into the kitchen, quickly fixed up some breakfast, still being very health conscious. She sat down with a glass of water cutting into her eggs. The rumbling stopped with the first bite.
"You really are a little parasite aren't you? Telling your mother what to do." She giggled taking a bite out of her toast placing her hand on her bump.
The clock stared at her from across the wall reminding her of her appointment. She groaned shaking her head with her stubborn attitude. Forcing herself to hurry up and finish, picking out an outfit suitable for the human realm.
She pulling out her maternity corset and crinoline out first, setting them aside on the bed. She pulled out a gorgeous long sleeved gown, courtesy of her late madame.
Slipping on the layers, one at a time, she fixed herself up to look a lady of wealth. She sat in front of her vanity getting her box together. The only things she applied were mascara and lipstick. A simple look for a day out. She pinched the top of her cheeks and along her cheekbone for a natural pink tint. The freckles normally not presented on her face were not a bother for her today.
Grabbing her things, she made her way to the human realm, appearing as a portal she made by the old church. Her heels clicking happily with each step as passers by thought of her as a normal human.
The door swung open catching the older reaper's attention. He glanced at her still speaking with a family in mourning. Making her way to the other side of the room, she studied the different coffins, grazing her nails along the outside.
The family soon left holding the now widow tightly. The old man approached her crossing his arms. "You know it's rude to me whenever people keep interrupting the wife when she's in tears. Her family seems like a bunch of greedy idiots."
She nodded looking back at the door. That poor woman having to deal with them alone. "I'm glad to see you came for your check up my dear. We need to make sure the little chick is doing fine."
He motioned for her to follow as they went to his embalming room. Her eyebrow raised looking at him. "Why did you call my child a chick?"
"It's because the father's a crow demon. I know that for a fact." He motioned for her to get in the table. She removed the outer layers of her garments, leaving her in a clear undergown. She climbed up the stool laying on her back. "I know that you would like no other demon's child than our dear Phantomhive Butler."
She looked away feel the tainting of her cheeks. He lifted the gown exposing her swelling stomach. The cold touch of his fingers sent shivers along her body. He touched and massaged along it stopping on her right side. He placed a hand on each side, applying pressure ever so slightly.
"What's wrong? Did you find something?" The worry in her voice being very prominent. Their eyes met as the stoic face was remaining on his features. "Nothing's wrong my dear. I'm counting is all."
There was a small pause when it clicked. "What do you mean counting?!" He cracked a smile moving his hands away. "I mean that you'll be having twins." The room filled with silence as she processed the thought.
"Are you taking the news well my dear?" His voice snapping her back into focus. "Yes... It's just a lot to take in. I don't look pregnant enough for twins."
He placed his hand on the bump, rubbing it in a soothing manner. "It is something to keep in mind. Have you started getting bassinets or maybe clothes?"
"I haven't as of yet. William and some of the others keep dropping by whenever I get sick or weak. I can't have anything exposed with them." She crossed her arms getting upset. "I want to go get the things needed. I'll be due before I know it."
He helped her up letting her get dressed again. "I could help you. I could store the things here in the shop." His voice was quiet, almost pleading for her to give him this chance.
She reached out for him grabbing his hand. "That would be wonderful. You know, for someone that has seen the world change from the start, you could make a good influence on my children. How about you be their grandfather?"
He froze having the idea hit him. "Would you really give me such an honour?" Their eyes fixated on each other's. "Why would I have a reason to lie? I think it'll be a good idea."
A smiled came upon his lips covering his mouth. She grabbed her fan looking back at him. "Thank you for the good news. I have to inform the father about this. I think he'll want to know."
He walked her back to the front of the shop, holding the door open or her. "Please be careful Grell. Demons aren't meant to be the loving type. Don't take it hard if he acts rudely towards your excitement."
She nodded slightly looking back him. "I've been able to convince myself that he and I won't be together to raise them. I know only his actual mate can have him stay." She gave a curtsey before leaving to find the butler in question.
Sebastian came out of the floral shop with his ticket for the placements for the dinner party. He felt his aura tugging him into the direction of the small shop down the street. His eyes glowing for a moment spotting the redhead buying pastries. The glow from her explained it all. She spotted him, paying and waking out.
"It's good to see you again my dear Bassy. I hope you do the news I brought with me?" She giggled placing her hand on her belly. The corner on his lips twitched reading the details of the children. "Shall we talked elsewhere my lady?"
He followed close to her, knowing that the general public would not be fond of a noble lady holding onto a simple butler. They made their way to the townhouse of which the Phantomhive name had. He allowed her inside having made their way to the living room.
As she sat down, he quickly prepared some tea and finger sandwiches for her to have. She smiled taking the cup gingerly in her hands, holding the saucer underneath it. "I know those eyes anyway my dear Sebastian. You can already tell that they're twins can't you?"
He chuckled looking down at her, his eyes illuminating the crimson hue." But of course. What kind of butler do you take me for?" His eyes scanned the twins forming inside her newly formed womb. The two side by side, not yet showing signs of demon genetic dominance.
"I'm surprised that you're able to hide your pregnancy so well. Tell me, have the others not noticed that expanding abdomen?" His eyebrow raised in curiosity.
Her knees buckled seeing the slight change in his features. Composed with grace, she place the cup down. "I have been making sure to cover my tracks. Wearing larger clothes and a more concealing coat." She snatched up a sandwich taking a bite.
"That's surprising simple. What is your plan for the birthing?" His moved closer standing next to her. She drank the rest of what was in her cup, moving it aside. "I'll deal with it when the time comes. Right now I want to enjoy this."
Their eyes making their own communication. She got up moving her arms around his neck. The hue growing stronger in brightness with her movement. Their lips met with hunger, her hands running through his locks, his hands on her lower back.
What could be so wrong with indulging again? They continue to kiss passionately, his hands and doing the the ribbons attached to the back of the dress. No one else was home after all, the young prince and his servant staying there were gone to visit back home.
As the layers of her dress began to cascade onto the floor, he picked her up in only the under dress. Her eyes now completely hooded with lust, maybe there was something to this pregnancy. After all, that made him claim her a little more.
Making their way up to the top of the staircase, he threw open the master bedroom doors setting her onto the bed. He went back shutting the doors and locking them making sure they were not disrupted. Their eyes made contact again giving them each the certainty that this is what they wanted. He began to loosen his tie pulling the gloves with his teeth. As they continued their session of undressing, Sebastian had never felt more in control, more powerful. Was this what it was like to be claiming someone as their own? To be able to own someone's body with their full submission for him to be able to release his seed into and have no regrets, or possible downfall?