Season 4 ep.3
I was in agony…the need for chocolate was so strong. It was almost unbearable. I sighed as I placed the bag of Hershey's Kisses back in the desk drawer and slammed it quickly, pacing the office.
Dr. Carr advised me to keep the chocolate in moderation. That I can have a little every now and then, but don't gorge on it. My problem is, if I have one, I want more and it was best to just walk away and leave temptation behind.
I drummed my fingers on the desk and glanced down at the desk drawer. I felt like whining. I want chocolate and I want that whole damn bag!
Instead, I stood up and walked to the small, gritty window overlooking TC to see if something could distract me from my choco-thoughts.
We'd set up an appointment with Dr. Carr that will take place in about two hours. I can't have a belly full of chocolate when I show up for that. Alec and I knew nothing about X5 pregnancies. I would have loved for Gem to come with us to provide her own insight, but she couldn't get a babysitter. Not even Dalton was available. Alec and I had to handle this appointment without Gem this time.
All Dr. Carr could really do right now was to give me his best educated guesses about my pregnancy, judging by my past medical history with him and what he knew from his research about the X5 physiology. During our last visit, he remarked since we were more human than cat, I should have a normal human gestation period. While I might exhibit cat-like needs and tendencies, I wouldn't have the pregnancy cycle of one. At least I knew how long it would be now…just another thirty weeks.
Thirty weeks without chocolate?...Drumming fingers on the window sill...I'm in hell!
And since when did I become so pathetic? Alec thought he hid all my chocolate. I was having to change the hiding place daily, and sometimes almost hourly, so he wouldn't find my choco stash.
This crazy craving for chocolate may be due to hormones, which is what Dr. Carr said, but I think it's because I was told I couldn't have any by Alec, and told to keep it to a minimum by Carr... and frankly, if someone tells me I can't do something, that's like daring me to do it. And in that case, hell yeah, I'm going to do it, and I'm going to enjoy it too!
A week ago, I was given a "Crunch" bar from Alec – that was a fun day - when Carr said I could have a little. However, I didn't realize how little it was actually going to be. I'd forgotten how thin the chocolate bars could be compared to when they first made them back in the pre-pulse days. So when he bought it, part of me wanted to gobble it up and the other part wanted to savor the flavor. However, Alec kept teasing me, pretending to take bites when in reality he just kept feeding it back to me…Ass.
But after that first taste I needed more. I bought myself a bag of Kisses. I allow myself only two a day so I won't overdo it and eat my bag up in the process. I tended to lock my office door when I'm going to sit down for a minute and enjoy the bliss of a little sweet morsel of chocolate dancing on my tongue before it coated my throat in its rich flavor…okay that seriously did not sound right…
Either way, it's never enough. But I have the discipline taught to me by Manticore, so that I make it enough.
And let's not forget my crazy temper lately. Once Alec and I got done at Carr's office last month, Luke came to me with a few money budgeting problems that we had. We were lucky that they were simple. Otherwise I would have thrown several nasty glares at people which seemed to be my recent theme. It seemed that people were somehow getting me more…easily agitated…so to speak.
Some people these last few days just seemed to find a way onto my shit list with a snap of my proverbial fingers. Alec had been there on the majority of the accounts to defuse the situation, other times… watch out, cause heads will roll…probably why Luke ran away when I threw him that glare…I mused to myself. Alec's subtleties had not gone unnoticed either. He was more of a junk food junkie than me, yet he was having some issues with my chocolate cravings, not that I ate THAT much of course.
He was more concerned about nutrition, which drove me bonkers at times. He'd look over at me just to make sure I actually ate something with nutritional value to it. It also made me realize how little nutrition I ate during the day. If he felt like I wasn't eating the right stuff at ALL he'd toss an apple, or a veggie at me. Not getting the chance to eat actual fruit everyday – not to mention wondering where he got it from – had me gobbling it down in no time.
I think it was just his way of asserting his sense of protectiveness without harping or looming like a ridiculous, over worried, father-to-be while trying to still be cool, collective and in control at the same time. After all, even he knew if he tried to demand I never eat chocolate throughout my pregnancy, he'd be couching it and I'd eat the chocolate just to spite his demanding ass. He was persistent in my choices for nutrients, just in different ways.
Like when we last ordered from TC's make shift "Crash" as I liked to call it. Alec and the rest just called it a "mess hall". It just sounded so…Manticore to me. Either way it wasn't a complete round of beers and our friends noticed…after all can't drink alcohol – or at least you're not supposed to – while you're pregnant…especially since we didn't want to take any health risks with our baby… which now makes me think of the day we told our friends our news of the new arrival that was on the way.
Two days ago…
We had met up with OC, Scetchy, Herbal and surprise, surprise Normal. They came to see us after hours from work to catch up with us. I hadn't seen Normal in so long I actually missed the weird "Bush loving, weed hating, former transgenic hating, stick up his ass-when he wasn't around his Golden Boy" self. Settling down at a table within our TC mess hall, we caught up.
"So how was the drive here?" Alec asked, breaking the ice. Scetchy spoke first, "Check points were a bitch as usual. Even more so now with the heat sensors. Everyone has to pass them to go through." Scetchy first replied. We already knew things would be getting worse. We just needed to find a way around the sensors. He noticed a few transhumans walking about on daily routines and found them intriguing…for all of a few minutes before landing his eyes back on us.
"Man, this is so awesome. This area reminds me a bit of Crash. So…not that I mind meeting up with old friends and all, but why the sudden invite? Unless you were just wanting to hang…" he suddenly asked. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Scetch was becoming more the curious reporter type now that he had his "perma – gig" with New World Weekly, "I thought you guys wanted to stall longer to make sure the heat died down from the Mayor's "incident"?" for a moment I could see the flash of remembrance in his eyes.
It must have been a sight to see that day. From the reporters point of view. Scoop of a lifetime…if you could survive it… "After all that was one hell of a day." He remarked, looking around now at the building like a bewildered child. It was almost in a way, endearing. Made me even think of our growing child, and the reason why we asked everyone here. Hell I could already picture a little boy with Alec's green eyes and my hair, or a little girl with my brown eyes and his hair…
Alec motioned for one of the cooks, the who tried to dub himself "Emeral" for reasons we didn't get – something about a cooking show he saw when he first got out, learned how to cook like a fucking pro from it – but the others refused to call him that so he was instead dubbed "Cook Ray" - to come over with five beers and one glass of milk. Scetchy noticed the milk in front of me first. His question was cut off before it began by Cindy's worried one, her hand coming out to mine in a worried motion, "You got the shakes again, Boo?"
Even at her worried expression, and the gentle touch I couldn't help but smile and give a very small giggle, before patting her hand as a show that I was fine, "No Cin, I'm fine." Leave it to Cin to worry over my seizures like a mother hen. I shook myself from my thoughts, "But that brings me to something as to why I called you all here…" I felt slightly nervous now. These were our friends, family even. But how would they react to me – kick ass Max Guevera – pregnant – by our resident Golden Boy - slash – mate – slash – SIC.
"Alec and I have some good news." He looked happy as anything before he looked to everyone and made the announcement himself, "Max and I are going to be parents in about seven and a half months…give or take a day." The actual gestation of an X5 to human DNA was still being worked on by Carr and Gem. Looking at our friends I read their expressions. Shock mostly and a little bit of…disgust before it was masked by fake cheer…Normal of course. Oddly enough, that didn't shock me.
Normal always did have a soft spot for his prized Golden Boy, so it didn't surprise me that he would seem somewhat jealous that I was pregnant by his hero. OC and Scetchy both asked, "Are you for real?" Herbal asked, "Did I hear that right?" while Normal muttered, "Oh…great…!"With some timid enthusiasm. I smiled knowingly. His expression had me laughing slightly.
It was common knowledge that Normal practically had a crush on Alec, which tended to make us wonder if his previous "mista sista" girlfriend was just a gateway to other fantasy treats…namely with Alec in them. Or if he was actually gay, or possibly bi, which would explain SOOO much! I had no idea how far Normal's crush on Alec had gone until Alec told me of a moment at Jam Pony that let him know, with Mia's help, how besotted Normal was.
He had told me about a conversation he had with Mia nearly a year and half ago and Normal cut in on it, and the hero worship (or crush, we still don't know which) made Alec extremely uncomfortable. One thing about my man, he's as straight as they come, as far as his sexual preferences for females only are concerned. No one knew better than myself on that one, that's for damn sure!
Anyway, Alec showed me a fairly decent impression of Normal telling about a borderline erotic dream, which made my eyes bug out of my head I'm sure! I had asked Alec what did he do? How did he handle it? He told me he had to get out of there fast, and that it got way too awkward, so he grabbed the nearest package and yelled, "Hot run! Fourth and Main!" and ran out of there as quick as he could.
Alec had me in fits of laughter while my poor man looked embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable since I technically was having at laugh at his expense.
So taking pity on him, I told a story about one of Normal's past girlfriends. Telling him about a woman Normal was actually bragging about to us, who turned out to be a "mista sista", had him rolling in his seat. And Normal, to this day, doesn't know that we knew of the extra appendage his girlfriend had. That she was actually a man dressed in drag, and was on her (his?) way to becoming a woman by using hormones and prepping for a future penectomy.
But I'm getting off track. Back to Normal and his fake cheer and obvious disappointment in his Golden Boy, he remarked, "Frankly Rock Star, I'm stunned you let Missy Miss trap you into this situation…"as he glared toward me, making me grit my teeth in anger.
Alec narrowed his eyes at Normal, not liking the implication at all if I could read my man right… God knows I didn't like what he was implying! Alec squeezed my hand in support, though I think it was not only to balm my feelings on the matter or to calm himself down. He answered Normal quietly but deliberately, "Let's get something straight. NO ONE let anyone do anything that wasn't thoroughly thought out, Normal."
Normal continued, "I just always thought you were too smart to get trapped like this."
My anger was showing at that moment, "Normal!" I snapped angrily. Alec clenched my hand before releasing it as he saw my fake smile aimed at the insulter himself before I beamed it to Alec, "See…There's that word again." I began to snip out through gritted teeth, my words now becoming cutting, "Trapped! He's not 'trapped' with me!" I was tempted to say that he was free to leave any time, but we were bonded together as a "husband – wife" dealio, so that was a fruitless statement to make.
"That's right." Alec stated with quiet authority, taking control of the situation because he knew my temper nowadays. He linked his fingers through mine on the table in a show of solidarity and harmony. This calmed me somewhat, as he had intended. He flashed a calm look to Normal and stated, "It was our choice. I know it's hard to explain to those that are not transgenic, but the bottom line is, X5s mate for life. And when we…"Alec trailed off, trying to be polite about it, trying to find the right words. We never knew how Ordinaries could take what we say.
"Got busy?" Original Cindy quirked a brow and gave a small sly smile.
Alec smiled back and nodded, appreciating OC's help, "Um, yeah. We are now mated, which is sorta like how it is when Ordinaries get married. Except there is no divorce option in our case." His eyebrows did a momentary nudge as he was thinking of something before he continued on, "We're mated for life. That bond doesn't break unless one of us dies."
"Well thats gotta suck." Scetchy commented without thinking. We all gave him eye narrowing looks. OC's hand ready to slap his head, "Nothin' personal, dudes but I just can't see myself kickin' it in and out with the same person for the rest of my life." He shivered. You'd almost think he felt trapped just by the wording alone. "Well, take it from me, it's the best experience in the world." Alec's soothing words had Scetchy looking nervous. "Sides waking up to Max every morning for the rest of my life…sounds pretty damned awesome."
As knuckle-headed as Scetchy's comment was, it brought forth what Alec felt about it and in the process, reassured me…not that you needed reassurance…my subconscious told me. "And you're about to have a baby…I'm happy for you boo's!" Good ol' OC! That's why I love her so much! She smiled at me, even if part of her bristled on my behalf at Scetch's words. And Normal…" we looked up to see the directionality of her face.
OC turned a warning look to her boss, although she never truly respected him as one, "You go around tellin' people that my girl trapped yo' precious 'Golden Boy' into this with a baby and I'll kick yo' ass from here to next Tuesday. Ya' hear?"
It was a known fact that I wasn't Normal's favorite. And I will probably never fully win him over…not that I really wanted to try. I never gave a rat's ass what Normal thought of me anyway.
Let's face facts. Normal will believe whatever he wants. The only reason I had stayed employed at Jam Pony was because 1) we were chronically understaffed as it was. And 2) I was one of the few employees that could deliver packages to the seedier areas of the city and still come back in one piece with a signature that wasn't forged by the employees.
Yeah, employees tried to get that past Normal. One thing I could say about Normal. He wasn't COMPLETELY stupid. Forging sigs didn't last long because Normal caught on to it pretty quickly. Turns out if an employee was too afraid to go near South Market street due to food riots down there or gang-bangin' going on, they'd pay kids in the area to make the deliveries for them.
Don't get me wrong if I weren't genetically engineered and had my skill sets I'd be worried too, any sane person without some type of skill like that would be, so I didn't have the heart to blame them…much. Either way it was safe to say when the customers never got their packages but the employees still showed up afterwards with signatures to boot, Normal figured it out and canned their asses.
So he put up with my crap ass excuses – which after a while even I would admit they did get ridiculously lame… and my chronic tardiness because I knew he would never truly fire me. He threatened it all the time, but even he knew he'd lose employees in a hurry if they were chronically beaten up by gangs. Who'd wanna work for a place where you got beat up every day?
"So what's it like? Is it any different for you than when a regular human gets pregnant, you think?" Scetchy asked, trying to relieve a little of the tension that hung like a cloud over our table.
Cindy elbowed Scetch and he turned to her, rubbing his rib and asked, "What? It's a legit question!"
"First off, she ain't yo' interviewin' subject. Second…She's female you fool. Pregnant is pregnant. It's not like she's gonna drop kittens!" OC snarked at Scetch.
"Well, she is part cat…" Normal stepped in on Scetchy's behalf. Alec actually snickered at the comment before Cin could raise her arm to smack the two men, he raised a hand placating, "It's okay guys. The doc says she seems to be having a completely normal human pregnancy."
"I'm still stunned…you and missy miss...why her?" Normal asked, hand now holding his head up in puzzlement, not able to get past that.
Alec responded back to him with a masculine grin and a wink, "Well, what can I say…when you see Max naked, you just can't go back." I smacked him lightly on the arm as Scetchy muttered out to Herbal, "And she's got a nice pair of knockers!" he even grinned turning to Herbal like a mad fool about it.
"Well Scetchy, it's one of the first things that caught my attention too. Of course, you can look, but can't touch." Alec warned in a friendly tone.
"Uh huh…haven't seen a better pair of hooters since that day…or before that day…" Scetchy sighed somewhat dreamily…made me wonder if my body part in question had ever showed up in his dreams…god I hope not! Then I saw the look from Scetchy to Alec…oh boy…
"Like what day?" Alec asked now a bit perturbed at the look Scetchy had in his eyes. I seriously hope Alec doesn't think Scetch and I ever…that we…I resisted the urge to gag. Scetch was more of my weed friendly, weird little, step brother…I'll have to make a note to myself to ask Alec, to make sure he knows Scetch and I aren't even close to being like that. The closest time I even LOOKED at him like that was when I was in near full blown heat. During that stage of heat, I was willing to jump Normal. OC witnessed that once. Now THAT was bad!
Mental note made, I looked up from my visual glance to notice all eyes were on me…I rolled my eyes and sighed, imagining a hundred different ways to torture Scetchy later for this. "After we burned down Manticore and all the transgenics escaped, I showed back up at Jam Pony after being gone for four months. Of course, Normal asked why I disappeared for four months without a word. And I told him the truth. That I had had a heart transplant. He asked if I had a doctor's note or any proof?"
"Okay, okay, you don't have to tell anymore." Normal groused at me. But Herbal smiled in that way of his as he stated, "It's all good Normal…go ahead Max, I want to know what happened next. After all, I missed this day."
"Me too actually." Alec quirked a brow at me in humor, "What happened?"
"Well, I couldn't exactly get a doc's excuse from Manticore, and I needed my job, so to show proof…"
"She flashed us man!" Scetch crowed from his seat.
"Seriously?" Alec asked with some humor.
"Hell yeah, she raised her shirt and shocked Normal when she bared her boobs…"
"Hey in my defense, it was the only way to show the scar that was down the middle of my chest." I stated trying to avoid pouting.
Alec glanced over at Normal, noting how uncomfortable Normal was about the whole conversation, "So Normal, maybe now you understand the appeal."
"Oh physically she's always been a hot little number…" Normal cleared his throat, his words having surprised even me, but he ruined the moment when he continued, "It was that smart mouth that needed taming."
Alec grinned wide, "Oh believe me Normal, I love her mouth." Something told me it was not the verbal part he was referring to… "And it takes a real man to put up with it."
I snickered with the rest of the table at Normal's expense but at that moment, Alec had leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, his breath warm sending shivers down my neck, "Or perhaps find other uses for said talented mouth…"
Once the shiver passed I elbowed him in the ribs in answer and whispered low where only he could hear, "Don't tempt me, but I'd be keeping YOUR mouth busy instead."
"So Max how's this gonna work? What with you being a leader here and with everything else going on?" Original Cindy asked, interrupting mine and Alec's moment. Alec took my hand as he answered, "She has me here to help her in any way she needs it." I felt reassured by the gesture. "HA!" Mole almost choked out from his vantage point at the make-shift bar. Whatever he'd been eating fell by the sidelines as he dropped it and walked over to us.
Alec muttered something even I couldn't distinguish as Mole walked up behind us and stated. "More like he's been her bitch to avoid her wrath! A bitch to THE Bitch, if you know what I'm sayin'!" he chuckled out.
Alec, luckily, just looked like the proud father-to-be as he placed an arm around my shoulders and answered, "You know what Mole? I'm glad to do it." Turning his head to meet Mole's eyes, he stated non-chalantly, "Now, isn't it your turn for latrine duty?"
The look in Alec's eyes left no room for argument, but Mole being Mole almost choked as he answered Alec back, knowing he stepped in it.
"Hell no, it's Luke's!…"Mole clearly looked confused pointing into Luke's direction with his thumb over his shoulder.
"Actually it is your turn." Alec's eyes narrowed on Mole, "Because each next time you call my mate a "bitch" from now on, latrine duty is one of your top duties along with anything else Max or I can come up with. I won't tolerate you dissing her in any way, shape or form, you got that? Now get to work. That is unless you want me to call my supplier up and tell him we won't be needin' Cuban's for a while. Isn't that your preferred brand?"
Alec shot back before Mole could verbally retaliate, "You really wanna try me Mole?" the lizard man himself looked halfway between anger and resignation to his own retreat. Everyone seemed shocked into silence. Even OC seemed shell shocked. They'd never seen the alpha side of Alec before. The take-charge Alec that was respected amongst the TC residents. And that big, scaly, Mole did as he was told, even though he grumbled and bitched on the way out.
Mole was a few feet away when Alec called out, "Transgenic hearing Mole, I hear every word you're saying."
Both Alec and I heard him mutter as he exited the double doors, "I don't give a f - ", causing us to look at each other and snicker.
"So Max are you going to have a baby shower?" I frowned at the question from Normal of all people, "What? Aren't you?" I looked over at Alec in confusion as he smiled.
"It's when the closest friends and family members of the mother-to-be throw a party for the up-coming baby…I think." Alec explained looking up hoping he'd figured it out correctly. I looked to him stunned, "And how do you know?" I asked, perturbed that he knew something I didn't even know about babies. "Well…" he scratched his head with his other non occupied hand.
"I've been reading anything I can get my hands on when it comes to babies lately. I am going to be a dad so I figured it'd come in handy to know these things." He looked slightly embarrassed to know it. "While it's fun to see Alec blush from being in the hot seat, so to speak…" Cindy smiled, "He's right, and right again for reading everything he can. He needs to be prepared for any and everything baby wise." He nodded at the praise and looked relieved that he was as embarrassed as before.
"Thanks Cin." He said looking to me with a smirk on his face. OC waved him off, "Think of it like this Boo…" She directed her attention back to me, "How does just having a quiet relaxing evenin' wit' yo' girls sound?" I smiled, liking the idea already, "That would be great…when?" I had a shit load of meetings that I was sure I had to attend, and I needed to make sure my schedule was cleared for them.
"You give us a date Sugah and we'll all make a day of it. You, me, Kendra and Cece, how does that sound?" I brightened up at the sound of things, "Sounds like it's already planned out." I tell her.
The rest of the day went by smoothly, Normal didn't suffer PR image like we thought he would. If anything, everyone wanted to know about the little girl he delivered. He apparently ranted and raved about how beautiful she was and that he delivered her.
Now…
Back to the choco issue at hand… I wanted some, damn it! And I was about ready to raid my bag of Kisses! Alec would be upset for more than one reason and I didn't feel like having my personal pillow mad just because I wanted some friggin' chocolate. Maybe I could…my thoughts were cut short when the person of my thoughts walked in.
Now there was only one thing that tasted better than chocolate these days…and it was currently residing in his pants. I know it's strange, but for some reason the taste of Alec on my mouth sends tingles through my taste buds. In fact…I walked up to him, grabbing him below the belt, which effectively not only got him to attention but also stunned him into speechlessness, "Max what the-" he asked before the lower brain took control.
Plus I found out exactly where to nail his pleasure points…hence his inability to speak now. I led him over to my chair as I unzipped his jeans and gently shoved him on my seat, before kneeling between his knees. Taking his now semi hard member from through the fly of his boxers and jeans, I began the process of slow caresses. Something to make his mind stutter as he let his head slowly fall back. His hind mind taking control of the thought process while I took control of his rapidly hardening organ.
After a series of slow strokes, and ball fondling I gave a small kiss to the tip of his member which pulled a small groan or whimper, can't really tell, from him. "Max…" he groaned out in a whine. I stalled till he pulled his head back up, a confused look etched across his face, "I want to taste you…feel you coat my mouth before I swallow you…now…but…you'll be paying me back later."
He nodded in exuberance before burying his fingers deep into my long hair. "Oh god Maxie I'll pay you back in spades…" his tone made me smile. And I swear with the way he proliferated his excitement when I sunk my mouth deeper and deeper onto him, feeling more of his inches make space in my mouth you'd think before me he never had a blow job before…I wonder…hum…
"Alec…?" I asked, my voice full of innocence, completely unbefitting of our current positions, coming up for air with a lick up his shaft and circling the tip. He looked down in pleasure filled pain. I smiled wickedly at him, "Have you never had a blow job before me?" he now looked stunned at my question, either that or he was stunned at my "innocent" tone…or both. He had that stricken look of a guy that was being set up for a trap by a woman. Surely he knew by now that I don't play games like that!
I know once we had actually had an argument about past sexual history. Since he was already known for his womanizing past with the Manticore girls and most of the JP employees, then add my heats in there, which meant multiple partners on my side too…needless to say, we've both been around the block more times than we cared to admit or count, so we decided to not bring it up unless we wanted to try a new maneuver in the bedroom.
"Max…" I hushed him with another lick, making him roll his eyes into his head in pleasure "I know what we said, but it's not a question of who it's a question of what." I explained. He sighed, "Before you…only one." He answered and that did explain it enough for me, but he continued.
"It wasn't as good as I thought it'd be. She was a hooker that me and Biggs got hooked up with in Kezmikistan, even she nearly gagged on my length. Since then no girl has ever wanted to. They say I'm too big." As much as I wanted to smack him for his ego's score, I had to admit to myself that he was in fact right. Alec was hung like a god damned bull. So it didn't surprise me that girls in the past wouldn't be able to do him orally…hmmm…
Feeling spunky, I lowered myself back on him. He was thoroughly enjoying it before a knock sounded at the door. Apparently, blue balls were Alec's choice of color since I knew who that was. I had such a need to get chocolate off my mind that I forgot I had scheduled a little "pow-wow" about our meeting with Gamble and I knew that had to be Mole rapping his knuckles at the door.
"We'll be out in five!" Alec shouted out before anyone could talk from the other end. He didn't want blue balls this time around. "Damn it Max next time warn me! I'd have locked the door if I knew…" he grumbled out in agonizing pleasure.
He looked down pleadingly at me. I held his sex in my mouth right now and for one of the very few times in this man's life he, or rather his mouth watering member, was at the mercy of my pleasure giving mouth.
I knew a nice little one shot way to get him to come hard and fast, but before I could do anything, we heard the doorknob turn and Alec quickly swiveled my chair around till I was underneath my own desk as the door popped open. The desk hid everything from Mole's view luckily. Mole's voice reached my ears as I sucked Alec…hard, "Dude, are you two seriously going to be late for your own meeting?" Mole gruffed out. My guess was the tone difference was due to the stogie in his mouth.
Not that I could see it but his tone was usually different when he had it in there. There was the rare occasion when he didn't…very rare but he didn't always have one. "Where's Max?" Alec clenched his fists together, obviously holding back a moan as he croaked out. "I know where she is, I'll get her in a minute, then we'll meet up. Okay?" Alec was trying so hard to keep his composure, but I wasn't making it easy on him.
It made me want to torture him some more. Slowly I sucked another inch down my throat and opened up my throat just a little bit more. "Oh God…" he mumbled out on a partial groan. Mole asked, "You okay? Max really taking you for a ride these days huh?" Alec's head shot up with a startled "deer in headlights" appearance as it ran across his face, "What?" his voice squeaked out a tad meeker than he'd probably wanted it to be.
"Well she has been putting more active chores on you since she's all prego. Even transgenics and transhumans aren't immune to exhaustion." Alec definitely didn't care if he wasn't immune, he was just fighting off cumming in front of Mole…which right now, as I managed to get him all the way down my throat, wasn't going to be easy. God, was I getting evil these days or what? Alec looked ready to explode and I was ready to bust out laughing at the sight.
Mole wasn't helping by constantly asking, "Are you okay?" I swear to whatever deity was out there that Alec was ready to kill Mole if he didn't leave within the next ten seconds. After all, what straight guy wants to cum while a male friend witnessed it? I relaxed once more and bam! I had sucked him completely down my throat, every last inch. His balls rested themselves against my cheeks.
Alec's face was a mix of pain and pleasure. His head dropped as he pretended to read some papers on my desk, though in reality his face couldn't hold off the expression of pleasure or shock at my behavior anymore. After all it wasn't everyday that I shoved him down onto my seat and sucked him down my throat. That was usually reserved for our apartment, but this pregnancy was making me feel frisky, and he tasted so good... "Whatever man." Mole grumbled under his breath before leaving, closing the door behind him.
I couldn't help myself, I tickled him behind his ball sack which was sensitive for him as he groaned out before biting on his own lips with the effort to hold back any screams he might have, "I will…pay you…back…promise…just…pleasseee…don't…you dare…stop!" he gritted out just before I hummed against his length, sending vibrations straight through him. Seeing my leather jacket hanging onto the arm of the chair like a lifeline he grabbed it, and bit it as he orgasmed. His hot seed channeling its way down my throat. Slumping in the chair, I moved us both and got back up.
"Mmm…tasty." I commented, licking the remainder of his juices from my lips. His jaw dropped just that much more. "Now we have a meeting with the crew so let's go." Now his jaw was shut and he was frowning, "Buzz kill." I couldn't help but smile, "Damn meetings, why do they always get in the way?" He muttered while buttoning himself back up and standing...though that was a little difficult as he tried to get his legs back to working order.
Once finished, he met my eyes and I smiled, then winked, "Later Tiger."
He gave me a quick, heart-felt kiss, "I'll hold you to that babe."
Leaving my office, we left for the main conference room where all the lead members of TC were. We usually had these sessions once a month to normally discuss budgets and where any extra – if there ever was – money should go. In this case however, I hadn't heard from Gamble yet and we needed to see where everyone stood with this change. It wasn't always going to fall back on me. This was a joint group decision.
"Everyone listen up!" I called out. seeing people have their own little private group discussions going, I figured it was time to call the news to everyone's attention.…god, do I ever hate being the center of this political bullshit… "As some of you may have heard we have a new Deputy Mayor to worry about. We know nothing about him other than he's worked with the Mayor about our treaty. Or so he says."
Joshua raised his hand. "Yeah?" I asked, "IS he one of them?" no malice in his voice at all.
Whenever Mole would refer to them you knew he meant the trannie protestors. Joshua, yeah, he meant them, but never with any true malice. Then again, he had a higher tolerance than most here. "We don't know yet. He doesn't seem to be. Judging by the way he handled himself in front of myself and Alec, I don't think he is a hater. But we aren't taking any chances either." Dix raised his hand.
"Is everything with the treaty going to be okay?" he inquired.
"That's what he's going to call us about within the month. I figure since the Mayor's 'incapacitated', he's going to be really busy at first." This got everyone attention, "So, what happens if your new bud doesn't call?" Mole asked, cigar hanging from his mouth. "Then I'll call him - either way we will be in contact again. Our livelihoods' ride on this too much to let it go." He nodded a little.
"What we need to do in the meantime is work on a few new projects that I believe we could use." Alec came up. it had been on the back burner of our heads for so long that I had forgotten we'd even talked about it…well…nearly completely forgotten. "What projects?" Mole asked. "I think we need to update a few things around here. We've already got a bar going, I say we start to build on the martial arts studio and the café we were going to work on in the treaty."
The room came to life with words of encouragement.
"So how will we pay for these projects?" he asked. If anything he was probably wanting to go out and grab up a few supplies. Even the scaly ones want to get out every now and then to avoid making an internal mistake out of sheer boredom. "We figure we could do a couple of small time B & E's outside of our territory so the sector cop's won't get wind. I don't want to keep relying on the same people to make crap go away." People start to catch on to technical "whistle blowers" after a while.
"Why the hell not?" Daniel asked, getting into the conversation, "Cause we can't afford to keep putting them in the hot seat every damn time. It'll get too suspicious after a while." He seemed to get it…a little. "We don't want to lose our only support internally, so we do what we can and use them for support for the stuff we can't handle on our own." He nodded his head acknowledging that I was right.
Syl piped up, "So where do you suppose we go? Certainly places will drop a dime once we're there." I loved my sister, but girl… "Syl, I used to cat burglar this whole city and different parts of other cities at one point. I know the places to go where we can grab a few trinkets worth enough to put our children's children through college." At this, even Alec looked at me strangely, "And why have we never gone there?" he asked me dryly.
I shot him a small look, "Cause…security there was too intricate and we don't have the equipment to get inside." I remarked just as dryly. "So if we had the right tools we could find one of these places, grab our gold and be gone?" Daniel asked. "Pretty much. I'll have to do a recon with Luke on this one. Unless someone else in here knows about fine arts and antiquities?" not many of them raised their hands. However I felt a tug on my wrist, "Partners in crime then and now."
I arched a brow as Alec reminded me, "I have some connections. Remember Rita?" Right, Joshua's benefactress that ranted about him in that interview. "You honestly think she will help us steal something?" I highly doubted it, but Alec shrugged. "Didn't say that, but if it was for the transgenic cause, she might be willing to point us in the direction of a few less than honest people who have fine pieces." I thought it over.
"Sides it'll keep the po po's off our backs cause we're not stealing from the good guys, we're stealing from rich asses that live off of making others miserable." He sounded so confident, "You do realize that most of the po po's are corrupt themselves?" "Well, yeah, but I figure they won't mind if we make a generous donation to the City of Seattle from part of the profits." How does he do that? Make it sound so easy.
"If anything, it works out even better cause then even WE'D have the sector cops in our back pocket, as well as the Mayor's office."
How is it that we still manage to sound criminal in this and we steal from the criminals? How does that even work? "It's a damned plausible idea, but we'd still need a list of places and items to procure." Luke looked up, "I can render a software that can help find and locate potential buyers." That'll work. "Good, do that. We can start the projects up once we've gotten at least…" I look at our figures for the budgets.
I let out a huff in slight annoyance, "20,000…cake." I sigh out. "Sounds difficult." Mole stated, "Difficult, but not impossible." Alec remarked, "You know what, while Luke does his software bit and while Alec here talks to Rita, Cece, you, Daniel and me will go to a couple of impound yards at the end of the week. You'd be surprised at how much cash they can snag by the end of the week." Memories of when my baby was impounded came to mind.
"As for Mole, Syl and Krit, you three can start by cleaning up the rest of the buildings so we can 'transform' them into what's needed." Mole grumbled something about working with niner's when I shot him a look. He merely bit his cigar a little harder and followed the two out while they themselves were figuring out a few things. "Sounds like we have a plan. Alright everyone, let's get to work." Alec barked out commandingly.
Part of me was still slightly frustrated that he could easily command the room and I had to practically give a fucking speech every time. But people were coming around. Then again, it's not like Syl and Krit had been very forthcoming about following Alec's lead. Krit especially. I think he was just so used to following Zack around that he didn't want to feel like he was replacing one CO with another.
And since Syl usually followed Krit…you see where I'm going with this? Either way it left us with very little support in the help department with them. I honestly didn't think it was going to be so difficult having them back. Yeah they help around TC but otherwise when it comes to meetings and following orders…it's like they think that just because Alec is helping…in which he…he's also in turn telling me what to do. That I'm controlled by him.
At least that's how it seems to me. If anything since Alec and quite a few other transgenics and transhumans found out about my pregnancy he's just gotten more…protective on what I do. He knows around here, I can handle whatever, but out on missions, he doesn't want me to take too big of chances anymore. Small time crap fine but nothing too big.
If anything his biggest fear would be for not only my life but for the baby's as well. I mean seriously think about it, my senses, though heightened due to the rise of my hormones, further along the pregnancy could prove to be more harm than good. I could hear things that my hormones will mistake as a threat and become more panicky than need be, putting Alec or someone else more on edge.
Point is my senses – each or all of them – depending on the situation - could go haywire and end up messing with my judgment and therefore screwing up something else – like a fucking mission - in the process. So yeah, me and the baby are at the top of the "worry" list, but my rising hormonally affected senses aren't too far behind on the worry list. Not that I can blame him too much for thinking that way.
Even Gem told me being pregnant can screw with you which was why – looking at my cell – I needed to make sure Alec and I were on time. We had another appointment scheduled with Carr. The first one was for regular blood tests and some minor questions but this one was more geared towards what needed to be done as far as health wise for the baby and me.
"Come on, we have the appointment to hit." I tell him. Seeing the recognition flash across his face, he hurried me along the hallways till we hit the parking garage. Getting onto our bikes, we take our regular path out, avoiding sector cops by the front and making our way to Carr's office over in sector 8. Thankfully, Carr was one of the very few out there that hadn't been exposed to the media. His stint with the CDC left him slightly rattled, but he wasn't the type to easily fold. Thank God for that!
Logan's main reason why he was so trusted…the reason why a few of the transgenics trusted him as well. He was able to help us get access to some medical equipment that didn't get used anymore but was still needed…well that WE still needed. He would write it off as "damaged" for tax purposes…so the people around TC harbored only thanks towards the doc for his efforts.
Now, however, we needed to figure out what we were going to do. Neither Alec nor I knew anything about X5 babies. They didn't exactly have a Baby 101 class that even Alec had managed to take back at Manticore. According to him the closest thing they ever got to it was when they were taught about heats and the effects it could have and what would – not could – but what would result from it.
Walking into his office, we both startled him, his hand briefly going to his heart as even we heard his heart rate go up slightly, "Jesus Max, Alec, you gave me a start. Early I see." He remarked, looking as his wall clock. I smiled, "Yeah we had to beat the time between shift change for the sector cops around this area. Didn't need any extra curricular tail on us." Alec acknowledged.
Turns out if you just bide your time at the right crossings, you can nail the shift changes and avoid more sector cops out and about. Plus, it helped that Walter gave us a daily route of sector cops week by week as he got them in for his own shifts, in certain areas around the city…made things a bit easier on us. Plus there were some guys out there that he wasn't too fond of.
"Well good. Please." He offered the seats to sit as he went to lock his door. Sitting back down again, he started, "Now obviously, all of this is off the books, so what I am going to ask you isn't to be taken in a negative light, but it is required for someone in the OBGYN field to know." We nodded our heads in acknowledgement. "Max, the first thing I need to know is, do you still have seizures?" Alec tensed slightly, "I'm not going to say no, but I haven't had them in a very long time."
Usually I did have them a few times a year but last year to my knowledge I hadn't… not really. "Okay. Have you been taking any extra pills, vitamins, that sort of thing? Oh are you taking prenatal vitamins?" Alec and I both looked at him in confusion, "I see." He said trying to explain himself as he realized how little we were apparently doing. But in the end how were we supposed to know?
Writing down some notes - probably what vitamins or wherever else we would need – he looked back to us, "Any mother-to-be will need to be on prenatal vitamins, it's an absolute, needed given that I would strongly recommend so that she can get the needed vitamins in for her and the baby. They're especially designed for pregnant woman." He explained folding his hands momentarily.
We nodded our heads in affirmation. "In that case, other than having a stash of tryptophan in the apartment…no." Headaches rarely came anymore, and when they did, we usually just slept them off or used warm showers – now that we had hot water heaters - to get rid of them. "Okay, well, just to be safe, I would recommend getting more of the tryptophan in, about one pill a week, along with your daily prenatal vitamins." Another nod.
"Have you talked to Gem yet?" Alec asked him, "We've have a few talks about this already." He confirmed.
Grabbing some papers, he pulled them out, "Max, we need to be sure when it comes to your seizures that you take both pills. You don't want to skip even one week. The effects would most likely be, highly unfavorable. What would probably be beneficial is to find something that is longer lasting than the tryptophan pills. I'm sure Manticore had something while you were in there." Carr's words held question in them as he looked from me to Alec.
I sighed…I guess these are the benefits of Manticore…stay longer, get a more beneficial solution to the seizure problem…just had to cut up a couple of kids in the process but we figured it out…asses… "Gotcha doc. If only I hadn't run from the Dr. Mengela's of Manticore, I'd probably be cured by now. Damn!" My voice and fingers snapped in residual sarcasm.
Alec put his hand over my own. Realizing my reaction was a bite much I amended, "Sorry Carr, but putting good light onto Manticore doesn't really do it for me." "My apologies. I could only imagine what you must have gone through…..back to the issue at hand though…" well at least he knew when to let it go… "I'll give you both containers of each of the pill bottles now but since I can't keep donating without going through the right paperwork…" I understood. Can't get everything for free.
"It's okay doc, we get it. You've already done so much for us as it is." Alec told him in understanding. "What I can propose to do is to go under pseudo names and get the pre natal vitamins at least, through free clinics. I do have a few friends within those places that I can arrange. As long as they don't know directly about what we're doing, they won't say anything." Okay, we can work with that. "As for the tryptophan, I can write you off a bottle to be 'damaged' once every few months."
Good, at least this way he won't be brought under a microscope as well. "Thank you Sam, for everything you've been doing for us." Touching my stomach, I heard Alec say, "Yeah. Maybe as a thanks we'll name the kid after you." I shot him a look, then a sympathetic one to Sam himself, "Nothing personal, but there's another Sam we all know, one that you had fun with…" he 'ahhed' in remembrance of my twin Sam, knocking him completely out.
"I understand." He said doing a swish of his hands indicating that nothing more needed to be said. Though twin Sam wasn't horrible, she wasn't great either. Not one of the more grateful X5's we've saved. Especially towards me…not that she had reason to be when you two first met…my inner voice scolded me. "Any more questions?" I asked him, ignoring the internal debate my conscious was having in relation to my less than savory X5 twin.
"I think a few blood tests would be in order." To that, we both went a little tense, an automatic response and he saw it. So he quickly reassured us, "It's only to test for any slight abnormalities within your blood." I looked at him in question…my blood is abnormal no matter what! "What I mean is the rendering effects from the virus. Ah…" he looked through some more files, "Dr. Shankar told me that it was a mutated version of a bio-ware fare agent called 'Zisinor'."
I nodded my head in agreement, "Yeah, she said there was no known cure." Till Alec came along and shot that theory to hell… "But it was cured." Alec protested the statement. Carr corrected him, "Not necessarily. That's another reason for the blood tests, I can see if it's still within your blood stream. The anti-virus that you took…" he indicates me to Alec, "May have only neutralized the effects. Much like your 12-14 hour cure did." I looked to Alec in slight fear.
"Does this mean that if I still have this virus dealio swimming around in my blood that our child could get it, genetically? Or maybe still infect Logan?" I asked, fear ebbing away at me internally. I didn't want my child to be a carrier to any virus. People would want to cut her or him up, use them as science experiments. Being made immune is one thing, being a carrier where others could either get infected or want to use you is another thing altogether.
"That's the reason for the blood tests. It'll help confirm my theory. If I'm right, then we'd need to monitor the child's health till birth. If not, then you're in the safe zone." Didn't feel completely better but, "How long do the tests take?" I asked, "I could take a sample today and have the results by the end of next week." While I wanted to question the length of time, I knew better.
Even he himself can't gain access to such powerful medical equipment so fast. Memories of Harbor Lights came to mind and that little stir up that occurred. Which reminds me, "Hey doc, have you had any problems from the CDC since that little episode we had?" I asked. He shook his head no, "Haven't heard anything. But I'm always on the lookout just in case." I nodded.
"I think the last thing we need to do here is get that blood sample and schedule an ultrasound." I looked up at him, "It's a machine that we use to-" I cut him off, "I know what it is, I just thought that wouldn't be till much later on." I stated. "NO, you can get one done as early as two months. So how does April 12 sound? It's already nearly the end of February so things should relatively slow down work wise. He sat down as we both looked to each other in shock.
"We…I…" I was stunned. Our technical first Valentine's Day together and we missed it that easily? Then again what with work and the shooting and waiting on this Gamble guy to come through, we were on edge. There wasn't any thought towards Valentine's Day. "Thanks doc. See you again in April." Alec sat up ready to leave. I was disappointed that he didn't say anything with regards to missing it.
Getting up, we left Carr's office and headed back to TC. Once back, we parked our bikes and headed inside, "I gotta take care of something. I'll see you in your office." Alec muttered out before going in the direction of our apartment. I sighed as he didn't even bother to wait for a response. Jerk…I mumbled to myself. Walking into headquarters, Luke had a list of potential items that we could procure. Taking the list, I went over it to see what the value on it could be.
Closing the door to my office I started to file the order of the different objects listed by amount. The lowest amounts we'd hit first so as not to cause an immediate alarm while the higher priced ones we'd procure later on when needed. The lowest price was $500 for a set of 19th century candle holders. But the fact that they came from that era, not to mention whom they were owned by, made the price value go up.
"Redecorate the house to match the cat…" I mumbled out, still believing it to this day no matter what Logan had ever told me. He was one for talking. The only time he ever ditched his lifestyle was to pay for the use of his legs, or to try and pay for the cure to the virus. Alec walked in on my musing thoughts as he planted a two inch tall, ten inch length, and six inch wide, wrapped up object in front of me.
I looked up, "What's this?" I questioned. Confusion etched my features as I grabbed it from my desk. He smirked with a little boy "please forgive me" look on his features, "Happy belated Valentine's Day." He said. I refrained from telling him it was much too late when the need to open up the gift wrapped piece in my hands was too much to ignore. Tearing at the paper, I read the title of the book.
"40 weeks. Devotional Guide to Pregnancy." He bought me a pregnancy book? I looked up at him and saw the look on his face, "I've already read it over so anything you need, I can help with." He was already happy about it. The look of it on his face alone was something I could never forget. It would be something to remember on any cold and lonely nights I would have in the future.
Hopefully there would be none. He somehow managed to make it to bed at night, nearly every night. I couldn't help but smile…evilly now, "So that means we can't read it together at night." I put on a fake pout. Unfortunately, my mate knows me all too well. I see the smile at my attempt to fool him. Sometimes I wish I could still get one over on him, "Nice try. I know we both work late some nights. So as nice as that would be, we can't always guarantee that." My smile faded.
Yeah…he's right…didn't mean I had to like it. Opening the book, I saw some notes already in it. I looked up at him, surprise on my face, "Yeah I… ah… already made some notes after I spoke to Gem about a few things a few nights ago. I got it the moment I found out about the baby. I had intended it to be a…" he looked so cute when he stuttered, something he hardly ever did.
"Valentine's Day gift but work took precedence over things so…" he mumbled a slight apology at the end of that, "We only tackled the first three months though. It's all we managed to get done before tasks of the day hit us. That and her daughter woke up. Girl has a set of lungs to rival that of an X5 female." I nodded and smiled in thought. Just wait till our baby starts to scream out at night.
"It's great. I love it. And we will read this together. After all, I may be carrying this baby, but YOU'RE the one who helped me make it." I rose from my seat, as he smiled a smug smile, "Yeah…for once Manticore did something right…pairing us together I mean." I hated it when he put Manticore in a good light, but maybe this one time he had a point. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"You are too sweet." I kissed him soundly on the lips. Passion slowly igniting, "Does this mean I'm out of the dog's den?" I laughed at his stupid metaphor, "Dog's den?" I managed to push past lips fighting the urge to smile out too much. "Yeah…right?" he mentally looked to be thinking about it as his arms were still firmly attached to my waist. "It's 'the dog house' and yes you've gotten yourself out...for now." I should leave him in the proverbial dog house but he made me laugh so…whatever.
Just then, a shrill sound from my office desk alerted me. The phone, "Probably a supplier calling about some goods coming in." Alec remarked letting me go. I walked to the edge of my desk grabbing the phone, "Guevera?" I answered. "Yes Maxine Guevera? This is Spencer, Spencer Gamble. I need to speak with you on the treaty, are you busy at the moment or are you free to talk?" I went to mouth Gamble when I knew Alec could hear his voice.
Ignoring my impulse I raced over behind my desk to grab a pen and paper trying to avoid letting all the sound interfere with the conversation as Alec himself came over by me to hear the conversation.
"Yes we wanted to schedule a meeting at some point about the treaty." I left the end of it opened, "I was thinking of making the meeting at a more private place but within range of both the courthouse and Terminal City." That was reasonable, "Sounds logical. When and where would you like it to be held?" I was trying to put the cards on his plate to show that I was more "open", or whatever you want call it.
"I already made reservations for a private conference room for a few selected guests at the Steinlinz Hotel." I knew where that was even if Alec's confused eyes didn't. "When did you want to meet?" I asked, already agreeing with the placement. "Next month, March 25. I wanted to discuss some possible new arrangements and other factions that Mayor Preston wanted to address, but didn't." I wonder what those were? "What time did you want us there?" hopefully this was going to be a productive meeting.
"I think the best time would be noon, sharp." Giving a half smile, even if he couldn't see me, I replied, "We'll see you there." He hung up, same as me. "So this will be it." Alec surmised. "Yup. Our future may as well be riding on this meeting with Gamble." I couldn't help but get caught up in my throat. This wasn't about just us, it was about all transgenics, and they were all looking to me. But no pressure!
"Thank you." I hugged him tightly. His arms wrapped around me soundly. "For what?" he asked, "For being there." I looked up at him with a smile on my face, "For being my rock. I couldn't have done nearly as much without you. I would probably still be in pissing contests with a lot of the X series, Mole…" my head dropped slightly. His hand moved, his fingers finding my face and pulling it back up. "Hey, look at me." I looked, not wanting to cower in front of him.
"You are one of the strongest, fiercest women I've ever met. You have this passion inside of you to help people-" I cut him off, "I didn't start to do that stuff till I got hooked up with Logan." he narrowed his eyes slightly. He never liked it when I brushed off a compliment he gave me. And mentioning Logan while were having a heart to heart doesn't help matters.
Don't get me wrong, he's not immune to getting slightly jealous every now and then – Daniel was proof of that - but he knows we're solid in our relationship. Though it does make me wonder if it'll get any worse the further along in this pregnancy we get. "Max, you listen to me right now. Logan has nothing to do with your need to help others. Yeah, maybe he was there when you started, but it doesn't mean he's the one who got you into it." I failed to see his logic here.
"What was the first thing you ever did for him?" he asked, "Helped a mom get her kid back." simply put, "And where was he?" he continued asking, "Hospital. Shot in the back. It's what landed him in the wheelchair in the first place." A tinge of guilt there, "So how did his being in the hospital make you get into saving people?" he looked down at me, "I felt bad for him getting shot so I took care of the whole thing myself." I told him then looked up, "But you know this." I questioned myself.
He just looked like I didn't get it. "Sounds more like to me that all he did was 'inspire' you to do what you already wanted to do deep down. If you really didn't want to or care to, you would have left. You went out of your way to save that mother and daughter WITHOUT his help. Doesn't sound like he got you into it. Sounds like he introduced a problem to you and you made a decision afterwards." I…how…I kept trying to think of a way around his logic.
"And truth be told, I skipped out on it at first. Didn't even go back to talk to him. Only went back when I found out he'd been shot…and what the hell does this have to do with me helping people now?" the off topic conversation had me a bit thrown. "The point is he didn't 'get you into' helping others, you did it on your own accord. It was your choice and you made it." Then he dragged me to the door and had me look out through the small window.
"You see all that." He pointed out to transgenics and transhumans mulling about with work or talking to other different transgenics and transhumans. "Yeah, they rely upon you, and me, as well as Mole, Joshua, Dix, Luke, Cece and Daniel. We're all in this together. We're a conglomerate Max. We're a well-oiled machine that works cause we have a good boss who has seen things from the normal perspective. Yeah, you're rough around the edges…"
I shot him a small look, "But that's what makes you perfect for this type of job." I looked him in the eyes. "You don't see things through rose colored glass, you see things the way it should be seen. You make life easier for the rest of us num chucks." I smiled on that one. He leaned in resting his forehead against my own, "The only difficulty we're gonna have right now is this treaty. We'll make everything work Max. We always do." I went to protest when his forefinger touched my lips, silencing me.
"It's the team work Max that makes you work. That makes us all work. We're all in this together. So whatever doubts you have just look at all we have to help us." I think this slight fear I have may just be a result of pregnancy hormones. "Alec…" I raise my forehead just a little. Our noses now touching, side by side, "Yeah?" I can feel his breath against my skin. It makes me warm in more ways than one just by the slight sensation alone. "I'm scared…" I state meekly.
I don't like being weak, but you're supposed to be able to let those emotions out when you're with the one you love…right? "The treaty will be worked on by the end of the week, and the pregnancy will be fine as well." I look up the extra half an inch from his eyes to my own. "I know you Maxie…" he pulls me closer and all I feel is comfort from his presence, "Your hormones are making you worry about too many things. Doubts are starting to rise. But there's no need, not for any of it."
I sure hope he's right… "Cold hard truth?" I'd want nothing less than that. I don't need baby talk, at least not for this, and I certainly don't want it to be sugar-coated. It's just not my style. Alec smiled and leaned in, his lips barely brushing against mine, "No extra coating Max. Just the truth." He briefly pressed his lips into mine then breathed against them, "Nothing less for you." He takes my lips in a more promising, searing kiss as we back up onto my desk.
I don't know what the future holds for the treaty but for right now…I know I have something or rather someone there for me…and I know that he'll be holding me in the future…for the rest of our lives even…and that's something that regardless of anything that I'd bet my ass and hat on.