"Suffocation" – Crystal Castles
We ignore refused consent / Animals do not repent / Courtesy to intervene / Weathered down my selfish needs
Fuck fuck fuck! I paced around the bathroom, gripping my hair with one hand while holding the cursed test in the other. There's no fucking way I could be pregnant with Paul's bastard child! No fucking way! I can't be a teen mom! I don't even want to be a mom in the first place, let alone a seventeen year old one, starting a family with an obsessed werewolf cop!
What the fuck do I do?
Let's see, the way I see it, there are three options at hand.
1). Abortion. All I have to do is go to a doctor's and they shove a vacuum up my cootch and suck the demon out of me. That would get rid of having to be a mom, and I won't get fat at all. Plus, I could get them to remove my cast; like a two-for-one deal. The only problem with that is that I'd be depriving Paul of his child. Yes, he gets on my nerve every single day, but I…feel for him way deep down. He's grown on me…like a tumor. Well abortion's out of the picture.
2). Adoption. I could give the baby away to a couple who may be bat-crap crazy enough to actually want kids running around their house. Maybe I could give it to Quil. He seems to really like kids, so if I gave it to him, then he could take care of it, and Paul would still be able to have that fatherly feeling. But what if Quil doesn't want it? Shit, he's younger than me, so I assume he doesn't want a kid even though he practically adopted Claire…to marry her. Ew…
3). Keep it. Now this is my least favorite idea, but it seems like the most logical. I'd be able to give Paul a child and we'd start a family. A mental image of us doing one of those shitty family Christmas cards popped into my head: all three of us wearing the same tacky green sweater all in front of a plastic tree with even more plastic suffocating it. I cringed, knowing damn well it'd say Seasons Greetings from the Meraz Family! Okay so maybe we don't have to send out cards (I can't think of anyone I'd send one to…considering I practically abandoned both my parents).
I paused in my steps. I practically abandoned both of my parents. That thought rang out in my head again. Basically, I didn't abandon anyone: I was pushed away. I haven't heard from my dad in two years. Ever since he and my mom divorced, he disappeared off the face of the earth, taking my sister with him, leaving me with Mom and Liam. And Mom loved her new romance more than me. It was obvious Liam didn't want kids, therefore he was emotionally unavailable for me; encouraging my mom to ditch me for him.
Thinking this over, I could feel a heat building in my stomach, making me hurt. I resented my parents for them leaving me. Shit, my mom left me with an obsessed werewolf (even though it had positive repercussions). Anyway, when I thought of Mom and Dad and Liam, I couldn't help but grimace.
I don't want my kid to hate me growing up.
Fine, I'll keep it. However, if I do decide to keep this kid and stay pregnant, then Paul would become even more possessive and get on my nerves a hell of a lot quicker. I need help.
I walked over to the house phone and dialed Sam's house, praying Emily would pick up that way I wouldn't have to have that awkward hello.
"Uley Residence," I heard Emily answer, well her of Sam's nutsac inverted.
"Hey Emily," I shyly said, starting to shake. "It's Danni."
"Hey! How you doin'? What can I do for you?" Emily sounded cheerful as always, which I never understood. If I were her, I would have cracked already from having the horrible role of cooking for the entire pack. I hate cooking!
"Umm," I stalled, wondering how I should word myself, "I was just wondering if the legends say anything about pregnancy?"
"Well, I do know that wolves are supposed to make strong babies with their imprint. Does that help?"
Strong babies? A picture of a roided-up baby flashed through my mind, making me wince. That was just a nasty thought. "Not really. I was thinking more along the lines of the wolf's behavior when his mate becomes pregnant."
Emily paused, thinking this over. "Hm, well none of us have been pregnant yet, so I would have to guess. Seeing as how protection is one of the top givens, I'd assume the wolf would get a lot more protective over their mate. Why do you ask?"
I bit my lower lip. "Well, I… Kim's pregnant and wanted to know," I lied, not brave enough to admit I was a pregnant teen. Sorry Kim, but it was either you or me, and well, I'm sure she would be ecstatic to give Jared a puppy.
"What! Really?" I heard a deeper voice exclaim from the background. Shit, it was Jared.
"I guess I should have told you that you're on speaker," Emily sheepishly said. I could hear a series of congrats sounding out to Jared from the rest of the pack. Jared was talking nonstop about how excited he was about being a dad.
Oops.
The front door burst open, slamming against the wall in a loud bang. What the hell was that?
"I gotta go," I hurriedly said as I hung up. I walked over into the hallway looking over the stairs to see Paul, heavily breathing.
He looked up at me, his eyes turning yellow again, a smirk playing at his lips. "Danni, answer me honestly, okay?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice at a decent level.
"Why aren't you at work?" I mused.
"I was at Sam's when you called, but I left as soon as you said pregnant. So Danni, are you pregnant?" a hopeful look was on his face, obviously pleading that I would give him a child, creating a family with him.
I slowly nodded.
Not a second later, Paul slammed the door shut and ran up the stairs to hold me to him, possessively growling. He carried me back into the bedroom and gently set me on the bed, moving slowly and carefully, so as not to "break" me.
Paul laid next to me, pulling me closer to him, setting a hand on my stomach. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear, and then proceeded to nuzzle my neck.
"Welcome?" I said, unsure if that was an appropriate response.
Paul chuckled. "Don't worry; I'm going to take care of you two. I love you Danni, and I can't wait to be a family with you."
I just cuddled into Paul's chest, unsure of how to behave in this situation. I didn't want to be pregnant. I didn't want to be a mom. However, I liked being with Paul and it felt good to do this one thing for him. Plus I could totally hold this against him. I laughed, visualizing him scolding me for not saying "I love you" one day, then I'll pull out "I gave you a baby" and that should shut his ass up.
"Okay," I said.
"What?" Paul asked, confused by my outburst.
"Oh, I didn't mean to say that out loud." I blushed. "But I totally decided that it wouldn't be too horrible being your family."
Paul kissed the mark he left me on my shoulder. "You're my family?" he growled out, sounding pleased with that.
"Yeah, sure," I shrugged.
Paul shifted his body on top of mine, making sure to keep off my stomach. He pressed his face down towards mine. "Who's your family?" he growled at me.
I smirked, deciding I could be tough too if he was going to be. "Sam, Emily, Kim, Jared, Quil, Leah, Seth, Collin, Brady, Jacob, Nessie, Claire, Rachel, and Billy. Who's your's?"
Paul tightened his jaw. "You're my family Danni. You and our baby. And I'm your family. Me and our child, now say it!"
"It."
Paul cocked his eyebrow, then realizing my kindergarten game, scowled. He bit down on my other shoulder, putting another mark on me, mainly just to spite me and show he's in charge.
I whimpered at the pain the bite gave me at first, but calmed once Paul began to lap at it with his tongue. He leaned back to look at me, some of blood on his lips. "Now, who's your family Danni?"
"You and our baby," I robotically answered.
Paul smiled and kissed me, claiming dominance immediately. "That's right, you're mine," he possessive growled, running his hands all over his body, one of his hands going into his pant pocket.
Was he going to try to play with himself that way? "Paul, just whip it out, I honestly don't care," I said.
He laughed and took his hand out of his pocket revealing a small black box.
My jaw drooped and my eyes grew as wide as planets. "What the hell is that?" I cursed.
Paul smiled and kissed my cheek. "Daniela Marie Chapman, I love you with all my heart. I will do anything for you, take care of you, protect you, worship you, make you feel special; everyday. So, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" he opened up the box to reveal a small golden ring with a large diamond in the center. I could see some inscription inside it, but I couldn't read what it said from here.
Paul looked at me, that smile plastered on his eager face. His body was shaking with excitement, waiting for me to agree to become Mrs. Paul Meraz…hmm. Daniela Marie Meraz. Daniela Meraz. Danni Meraz. Mrs. Meraz. Daniela Chapman-Meraz?
I shook my head. "No," I said.
