A/N: Oh... The fluff.
"Kelly, I'm just miserable..." I whine to her from the bathroom floor. I'd been sick literally all day long and had basically set up camp on the cool tile floor. She shows up at the door frame and tosses me a small box. "The fuck is this?" I mutter looking at it.
"I think you should take it." She comments, crossing both arms over her chest.
"Pregnancy test?" I basically scoffed. "I'm not pregnant." I tell her with an unimpressed look.
"You're having mood swings, you're fine one minute and completely depressed the next, you've been sick the past few days... I can't believe Finn hasn't even thought about this." She explains. I wasn't quite ready or willing to admit that she could be right about this.
"He doesn't know I've been sick." I sigh, leaning my head against the tub. "I'm usually ok by the time he gets home at night." I tell her.
"Take the test. Just humor me." She says, "If it comes up negative than we'll figure something out from there." She states, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her. I sigh and look down at the box again. Finn and I have discussed marriage, but not children. Shit, I don't even know if he wants kids. What if I was pregnant and he didn't want it? I tore open one of the packages and shove my pants down my legs.
"When I get done with this you're going to explain to me why the hell you have pregnancy tests on hand." I call out to her while I did my business. I set the test on the back of the toilet and retreated back out the door. "Says it takes two minutes, I can't just sit in there and wait." I sigh, leaning against the wall.
"Remember Dwayne?" She asks me and I nod. He was one shitty ass ex boyfriend she's had when we lived in Florida. "I have them from him." She shrugs simply.
"We haven't talked about kids." I murmur, rubbing my hand along my other arm and glancing down at the floor.
"He isn't going anywhere." She assures me. "Go check it." She adds nodding towards the bathroom. With a heavy sigh I walked back into the bathroom and look down at the little pink plus sign. I almost passed out at the sight of it.
"And I'm terrified..." I admit softly, showing it to her.
"Ok well on the plus side now you know why you've been acting so ridiculous..." She says trying to lighten the situation a little bit. "Don't be scared. You have nothing to be scared of." She tells me. We both glance at the steps when the sliding glass door opens and closes. "One of your friends is here." She grumbles. Kelly hated that Solomon and Baron just let themselves in, they've both given her a heart attack on more than one occasion.
"Annabelle?!" Baron calls out from the kitchen.
"I"ll be down in a second." I call back to him. I shake my head, "I don't know how I'm going to fucking tell Finn this." I tell Kelly, shoving the test in the drawer of my nightstand. I retreat downstairs and find Baron in the kitchen, with the fridge door open. He almost looked confused as he focused on the contents inside. "What are you doing?" I chuckle.
"What is this crap?" He furrows his brows motioning at the whole fridge.
"Food ya dork." I tell him, punching his shoulder lightly.
"Solomon said you were acting funny the other day." He comments, shutting the fridge door and looking expectantly at me.
"I've had multiple panics in the past 2 weeks." I sigh my admittance.
"About what?" He tilts his head, seemingly interested.
"Remember when I told you that the comment you made about my family and time and age didn't bother me?" I ask him and he nods, already starting to get it. "Well it apparently bothered me a lot. I had a major meltdown." I tell him.
"I shouldn't have said that." He says. His rakes a hand through his hair before running it down his face. "I'm sorry." He adds.
"Don't be. It was something I'd have to think about sooner or later." I shrug. "And... I'm freaking pregnant." I sputter out. His eyes get wider and he takes a minute to digest what I'd just told him. "We haven't talked about this... I don't know what to do. What if he gets upset?" I ask Baron.
"Why would he get upset?" He asks confused. "It takes two people to reproduce." He lets out a little chuckle.
"Baron, am I going to spawn a little demon baby?" I ask him with my own wide eyes. "What if I'm birthing the most evil thing your world has ever seen? Holy shit." I mumble. All these thought were hitting me at once.
"Calm down." He murmurs, putting a soothing hand on my shoulder. "You're not going to give birth to a demon baby. Well, that's a lie because Finn is a demon but that doesn't mean that your baby is going to be evil." He tells me. "Where's Finn?" He asks curiously.
"I don't know. Working? Probably." I reply. "He'll be home soon. I've been a pretty ridiculous bitch the past couple weeks, I can't believe he's even still around." I scoff.
"You're going to tell him tonight right? You can't keep that from him." He says to me very seriously.
"I don't know what to say." I tell him almost defeated.
"That your pregnant." He says simply. "You can't exactly sugar coat that. He'll probably be excited and you're having this hot mess over nothing." He tells me.
"It's just that easy?" I ask him.
"It's that easy, sweet heart." He nods. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'm not quite equipped to deal with issues like this." He admits with a soft laugh.
"You did great." I smile at him.
***...***...***
"Should I hang someone tonight?" Finn asks with a wink. We'd just woke up and I was literally holding back being sick. I'd been nauseous for an hour now, I still hadn't told Finn about the baby and I felt like I was going to explode.
"Not funny." I grumble at him. I had the covers up to my chin, watching him get dressed for the day.
"I'm only teasing you, my love." He smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed and running his fingers through my hair. "Are you going to get up soon?" He asks me.
"I don't know. Maybe." I shrug. "Can I talk to you before you go do whatever you're doing for the day?" I ask him, biting hard on my bottom lip.
"Of course." He nods. I'm silent for a good 60 seconds just trying to figure out how to spit it out. "Whatever it is, you can tell me." He assures me, "I love you." He adds, resting his hand in the space between my shoulder blades.
"You know how I've been acting weird lately?" I ask him.
"How could I forget?" He chuckled, "You're mood swings lately are intense." He states.
"I've been getting sick too... I"m sick right now. I'm always fucking tired, too." I start off, trying to read his face to see if anything is registering with him. Not yet. "I'm pregnant." I finally sigh softly, glancing away from him. He's completely silent, so silent that I have to look at him just to make sure he was still in the room with me. He's staring at me, his blue eyes intense and focused on my green ones.
"Are you sure?" He questions calmly.
"I took a test." I nod. When he didn't respond right away I hung my head slightly, staring at the floor and chewing furiously on the inside of my lip. Another few seconds pass and I feel his strong arms wrap around me before pulling me into his lap.
"I love you." He murmurs against my hair. I let out a breath of relief, which didn't go unnoticed. "What did you think was going to happen?" He questions, pulling back to look at me.
"I didn't know..." I admit. "It wasn't exactly in our plans." I sigh.
"We've used zero protection since I met you. It's been in our plans." He chuckles, arguing lightly with me.
"I meant that we hadn't talked about it." I grumble at him.
"You worry too much." He smirks at me.
"I do not." I scoff.
"You do." He chuckles. "It isn't new knews that I want you for the rest of our forever. That includes children." He tells me. "And for the record... I will not pull a Zeus and eat our children if I feel threatened." He jests playfully.
"Oh my god." I look at him astonished.
"I'm joking with you, my love." He smiles.
"Stop..." I basically whined, only to have him put a hand over my mouth.
"Don't make that awful noise." He says, making a face. He's still being playful with me. "I suppose you'll need to see a doctor soon." He states, gliding his fingers down the front of my shirt and down my thigh.
"I suppose I will." I agree. "But I need to be sick first..." I add, quickly sliding off his lap and making a mad dash for the bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me, and just barely made it to the toilet in time.
"Are you alright?" He calls from the other side of the bathroom door. I can't even stop long enough to answer him. "Annabelle?" He asks again before the door knobs swivels and he comes inside. He takes up a perch on the side of the tub and moves my hair out of the way before soothingly rubbing small circles along my back. "I don't have any experience with pregnancy... I don't know what to do for you." He tells me nervously. "I don't have experience with babies..." He adds thoughtfully.
"I'm not exactly experienced either, but I'm good with babies." I finally manage to respond. I rest the side of my head against his knee as he continues to massage my back.
"We're going to figure it out together." He says softly and I only nod. "Are you hungry? I'm sure that Ellena will know what to give you that may help. She has 4 children." He suggests.
"I know if I eat, I'll just get sick." I reply.
"You can't not eat, Annabelle." He almost growled at me.
"I know..." I sigh, pushing myself up and standing again.
"So, am I the last to know?" He raises an eyebrow at me. I bite my bottom lip, hard enough that it make me flinch. "Yeah..." He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry." I murmur. "I didn't even think about pregnancy, honestly. It was Kelly. She basically threw at test at me the other morning." I explain to him. "And don't get mad." I warn him, lacing my fingers in his as we walked downstairs. I'm only met with a skeptical look. "Baron knows too... He came over that day and i was having a panic attack about having a demon baby." I murmur a little ashamed.
"You are having a demon baby, my love." He smirks at me.
"I know..." I nod my head from side to side. "I just- There's were... Are, so many what ifs going through my head that I can't think straight sometimes." I admit to him.
"We're going to talk about all of those, but after you eat something." He replies. "Ellena." He smiles at her.
"Master Balor and Lady Annabelle!" She exclaims happily. "What would you like for breakfast?" She asks, looking at us expectantly.
"Ellena, Annabelle is pregnant." He tells her so casually.
"That's excellent news!" She grins. Then she thinks for a few seconds, "Oh no, sweety are you feeling sick?" She asks, rushing to me. She palms my face and looks at my color.
"So sick." I admit to her, earning a worried look.
"Let me make you something that will help with the sickness." She nods quickly, retreating into the kitchen.
"As I said, Ellena will take care of it." Finn smiles, sitting down at one of the long tables. "Sit down." He murmurs, pulling out the chair next to him. I do as I'm told and take a seat in the chair. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking that a baby makes things a lot more complicating that it was." I sigh. His eyebrows furrow. "I can't not tell my parents I'm pregnant. They're going to expect to see the baby at least once a year..." I rattle off. He sighs and I glower at him.
"Stop. Please stop worry about this aging crap." He says seriously. "Once enough time passes that you need to look older we'll use magic. The baby will grow as a normal child would until he or she is 18 years old, he or she gets that from your human side, once that times comes we can worry about it then." He explains.
"Ok." I take a deep breath.
"What else?" He questions, glancing at Ellena when she walks out from the kitchen. She sets some food down in front of me, it was green but it smelled delicious. She also set a drink in front of me, that was also green.
"If you drink this right away when you wake up in the morning, it should keep the sickness at bay." She explains, "The food is just something nutritious that you shouldn't have an issue keeping down, it should smell good too." She smiles.
"It smells amazing." I sigh happily. He lets me take a few good sized bites before starting in on me against.
"Tell me what else?" He asks, taking a sip of his drink.
"There's nothing else right now." I lie. He raises his eyebrows at me, "Finn... Really, I'm just concerned about my family." I say.
***...***...***
"How was the doctor appointment?" Kelly asks. Finn had gone with me. He mostly stared hard at the floor the entire time the doctor messed with me. It clearly made him uncomfortable to have anyone else touching me, especially in that area.
"It was gross." He comments, making her chuckle. "He stuck about 10 inches worth of magic wand up there." He scrunches his nose, looking at me.
"Yeah, that was a little uncomfortable." I admit with a shrug. "But everything is fine, I'm early. Only 6 weeks along. The due date is October 21st." I tell her.
"That's exciting." She grins.
"I thought I was going to be the one getting sick." He admits, pulling a water out of the fridge. We don't do all that flamboyant stuff at home, the baby cooks itself and a home nurse helps you deliver." He tells us.
"I'd like to deliver in hospital." I tell him.
"That's fine, my love." He smiles. "Whatever makes you feel most comfortable is what we'll do." He adds.
"Good answer." Kelly tells him.
"No kidding." I chuckle, pressing my lips against his quickly. His hand runs over my hip to my butt before he gives one of my cheeks a pinch. "Ouch! You dick!" I laugh, jumping to the side a good foot.
"You liked it." He chuckles.
"I did." I agree with a smile.