Chapter 1: Unexpected
Trigger warning: This isn't straightforward to warn for because I don't think it earns any AO3 archive warnings as such. Certainly not major ones. So here is a warning with spoilers, because I'd rather some of the plot gets spoiled than have a reader be ambushed by something triggering - Yang ends up pregnant, and it's something that's done to her without her knowledge. There's no actual rape, but there is a violation here, and a betrayal of trust. Not by Blake, though.
If you have been affected by a forced pregnancy, chances are this will not be the story for you. Reader beware and take care.
Yang makes the choice to keep the pregnancy, carry to term and raise the kid, so she's not forced to do anything but conceive. That Yang doesn't choose abortion is not intended as a judgement of people who do, or who would if they could. Life is hard enough without judging others in circumstances only they can truly understand.
Yang stared at the doctor. "I'm what?"
"Pregnant, Huntress Xiao Long." The doctor cleared their throat. "Your symptoms are those of textbook early pregnancy. Feeling and being sick, exhaustion, emotional instability, a missed period… That and the confirmation of a positive pregnancy test."
"Test again. I can't be pregnant. My period must be late, it's not unusual for it to be irregular. Comes with being a huntress."
"Very well. Please provide another urine sample." The doctor held out another sample cup.
Yang took it. Being able to pee more or less on command was a useful skill for a huntress, so she was back soon enough.
The doctor carried out the test, ignoring Yang's anxious glower. "There. Same result. You're pregnant."
Yang shook her head. "I can't be pregnant. I have a fiancée, another woman. Huntress Belladonna to you."
"Regardless, you are pregnant. Do you require me to scan you to confirm it? I'm afraid it won't resemble an actual baby at this stage."
Yang considered it. What would it even look like? If there was anything, that was the point. She needed to see it to believe it. "I think I need to see proof. And not just testing using urine."
"Very well. Please expose your lower abdomen, and we'll begin."
A few minutes later, Yang stared at the picture displayed on the screen, blood draining from her face. She didn't need medical training to understand what it meant. Her womb was occupied, even if the embryo wasn't yet recognisable as human.
The doctor held something out to her. Yang looked at it. A tissue. She blinked, suddenly aware of the tears streaming down her cheeks. She took the tissue, muttering a 'thanks' through a lump in her throat.
"I gather this wasn't planned."
"No," Yang choked out.
"Reading between the lines, I feel I should recommend you be tested for anything sexually transmitted. Just as a precaution."
Yang nodded, unable to say a word.
An invasive test later, and a few minutes for processing, and the doctor rattled through the results. "All clear. Whatever happened, it didn't infect you with anything. Other than pregnancy, and we don't consider that an infection. As for the pregnancy, you do have options…"
She did. She could make it so this wouldn't happen. Blake wouldn't even have to know. But no. Blake would want to know what the doctor had said was wrong, and Yang couldn't lie to her.
"I need to think about it," Yang mumbled.
"Of course. If you do decide to carry to term, you'll need regular checkups, and some scans to monitor progress. I'm also prescribing supplements that your body and the pregnancy will need. Take them regardless, huntresses never eat as well as they should on missions."
"Right."
The doctor attempted a reassuring smile. "The good news is that it isn't something dangerous. Nothing cancerous."
"Great." Yang bit back a retort that at least her fiancée wouldn't leave her if it was cancer. Her left hand trembled. She gripped it tightly with her prosthetic. Blake wouldn't. Would she? Yang's breath caught. She could hear Blake's voice from a few years back, not long before Beacon fell.
"I want to believe you."
Her eyes prickled with fresh tears. Blake had doubted her back then. What if she did again? Yang took a shuddering breath. Only one way to find out. Hopefully Blake would be at home, she'd had to stay there to be on call for any urgent missions. Ruby and Weiss would need her while Yang herself was benched.
What turned out to be morning sickness ambushed Yang as soon as she got home. She bolted for the nearest toilet, rushing straight past Blake.
Blake followed, in time to hold Yang's hair back out of the way and rub her back soothingly.
"Yang? The doctor couldn't help?" Blake sounded even more worried than she had when persuading Yang to see a doctor in the first place. "I wish I could've gone with you… Wait, would one of these help? Why haven't you taken one yet?"
"What?" Yang muttered thickly. She coughed.
Something rattled. Blake must have spotted the container of the prescribed supplements, dropped on the floor when Yang started worshipping the porcelain god.
Yang shook her head, feeling utterly miserable, but at least the nausea receded. She stood up and moved to the sink to rinse her mouth out.
Blake returned before Yang even noticed she'd gone, with a glass of water. She passed Yang the supplements. "Take one. Please."
"It won't stop it." Yang took one anyway. The doc had been clear that she should use them anyway, no matter what.
Blake blinked. "You're not making much sense, saying one thing and doing another."
"They're not for the sickness. They're supplements."
Blake hummed thoughtfully. "I guess being deficient in something would explain the tiredness, and maybe some other things, but I thought the sickness was the most concerning thing. Since when does Aura not help? Since when do you get sick? Did the doctor have any ideas?"
Yang opened her mouth. No words came out, her voice betraying her. She set the glass down before it slipped from her fingers, and so she could grip her shaking left hand.
"Yang?" Blake murmured, hands closing around hers, worried eyes finding Yang's. She gently tugged Yang into following her to sit on the sofa, snuggling up to her. "Talk to me. What did the doctor say? Whatever's scaring you so much, we can face it together."
Yang stifled something that sounded far too much like a whimper. This could be the end of them, and they were supposed to be getting married in nine months. Nine months… Fuck. She'd be giving birth, or would have a newborn. Unless… The options the doctor mentioned. No. She couldn't do it. But would she have Blake by her side?
"Yang?" Blake's voice sounded like it was coming from far away, maybe even underwater. Yet she was still pressed against Yang's side, hands holding hers. Blake's hands moved. Would she ever want to touch her again after this?
"Breathe. Please. You're scaring me." Blake cupped Yang's face. She flinched away from the mingled fear and worry in Blake's eyes.
Yang closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. It came raggedly at first. She waited until it was a little steadier before she tried again to break the news to Blake. And maybe break them apart.
"Yang!" Blake's thumbs stroked her cheeks. Wiping away tears, Yang realised. When had she started crying? "Is it… is it terminal?"
Yang instantly found her voice. She had to assuage Blake's fears before both of them were in tears. "No! No. It's…" Yang bit her lip. Two words. She could do it. "I'm pregnant."
Blake stiffened. "What?"
Yang couldn't look at her. "I didn't cheat. I don't know how it happened, I swear—" Her voice sounded more like Ruby's in full flow, the words coming too fast, too shrill.
"Stop," Blake said firmly. "Look at me. Then say it again, to my face."
Yang had to blink a few times to clear her vision. She met Blake's determined gaze. "I'm pregnant. I didn't cheat on you." The words came out in a broken mess. Tears welled up anew in her eyes, and her breath caught. Her voice had betrayed her. Blake surely wouldn't believe anything except smooth confidence.
Blake pulled her into a tight embrace. "I believe you."
Yang dissolved into shuddering sobs, burying her face against Blake and clinging desperately to her.
Blake stroked her hair. "I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, I'm here."
For what felt like forever, Yang could only cry. The relief was overwhelming. Blake believed her. Blake wasn't going to dump her. Yet now she felt worse for doubting Blake in the first place.
"I'm sorry," Yang sobbed the words out. "For doubting you. I thought—"
"That I wouldn't believe you? Yang…" Blake took a deep breath. "I hurt you a lot, when I doubted you after Mercury and Emerald set you up. It wasn't your fault. It was everything with Adam, my own baggage. Of course you'd be scared it'd still affect me now. But you're not him. You're the best person I know, and I'll be damned if I let whoever orchestrated this drive us apart."
Yang tried to get her tears under control, sniffling.
Something between a laugh and a sob escaped Blake. "If you really had cheated on me, you'd have sounded guilty. You didn't, not until you apologised for doubting me. Besides, I know when you lie, because your heart gives you away. I can hear it, this close." Blake extricated a hand and pressed it against Yang's chest, over her heart. As far as her boobs would allow, anyway.
"Telltale heart," Yang mumbled.
"I love you." Blake smiled. "And I love the way your heart still leaps when I say that, years after I first said it."
"I love you too. What did I do to deserve you?"
Blake gently pulled back a bit, just enough to kiss Yang's forehead. "Just be you. Let's take this to the bedroom."
Yang winced. "I'm not really in the mood to… you know."
Blake kissed her cheek. "We do use the bedroom for things other than sex. Your muscles are tense. I think you could do with a massage, and the sofa will do terrible things to you if you lie on it. It always does. Come on."
'Forget just tense. These are the worst they've even been, and I thought they were knotted as much as they could get before that last fight against Salem.'
Blake straddled Yang on their bed, kneading her back.
Yang hissed, and Blake muttered an apology, easing off a little. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Yang, even if Yang handled far worse whenever they fought Grimm. The initial force of the massage wasn't helped by the fact that Blake was a little—
Blake sighed. She might as well be honest with herself. And to Yang, at this rate her fiancée would realise something was wrong.
The last time she'd been this angry, she'd tried to kill Neo. Yang hadn't exactly been around to witness that, no thanks to Neo.
"Blake?" Yang moved as if to try to roll over.
Blake gently but firmly pressed down on Yang's back. It wouldn't stop her if she really wanted to move, but it did signal not to.
Yang didn't flip herself over regardless, but she squirmed under Blake. "Let me see you."
"I can't massage your back if you're lying on it." Blake pointedly resumed her kneading.
"Just let me see you for a minute."
Blake grumbled, but let Yang roll over, partially dismounting before straddling Yang's hips instead of her backside. It felt a bit weird; this position was usually a prelude to making love. And now it was even weirder, come to think of it: there were three of them here. Granted the third probably wasn't much more than a cluster of cells at the moment, within a few inches of where Blake straddled Yang. Yeah… incredibly weird.
"How do you really feel about this?" Yang asked, hands finding Blake's.
"I meant everything I said." Blake couldn't help but sound a bit miffed.
Yang shook her head. "I know you believe me, I'm not doubting that. But none of what you said tells me how you feel, and what hints I'm getting from your hands and those cute ears of yours…" She pointedly glanced at Blake's cat ears, currently pinned almost flat against her head. "I think we need to talk."
"Then let's talk. Um. Should I move?"
Yang shrugged. "I'm comfy if you are. Physically, anyway."
Blake smiled, despite her simmering anger. "Always. We both know this is one of my favourite places."
Yang's eyes widened a little, gaze slipping to Blake's bared teeth. "Uh."
Hmm, perhaps her smile was a little too predatory while Yang wasn't in the mood. Unfortunate, considering Blake's favourite way to let off steam was a good hard fuck. Even if it would feel a bit weird because Yang was pregnant. Nothing could stop Blake from wanting her. But she'd never pressure Yang into it, no matter how long it had been.
They'd gone from more or less daily sex - at least when not on missions - to no sex at all because Yang had been sick. Blake mentally slapped herself. Yang was still under the weather. That the cause was pregnancy didn't change anything.
Blake's smile turned rueful. "Sorry, I'll behave."
"I mean, maybe we could do that after we talk…"
"Only if you're in the mood by then," Blake said, voice firm. "And feel up to it. You're still sick and tired."
"Not sick. Pregnant."
Blake gave Yang an unimpressed look. "It's making you feel sick. Close enough. My point still stands."
Yang pouted. "It sucks. I feel like I'm neglecting you."
Blake's eyes narrowed. "Don't. Back before this happened, did you feel neglected whenever I wasn't in the mood?"
"No, but it's not like you were a lot. Only when your period made you feel like shit. While with me… how long has it been now?"
Blake's gaze softened. "Not that long. And I could wait forever. There's far more to our relationship than just sex."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Yang managed a smile, but it soon faded, her eyes flicking to the level of Blake's still pinned cat ears. "But putting aside sex for now, and going back to what we should talk about… You're angry."
Blake took a deep breath, and tried to get her cat ears to perk back up to their normal pose. It didn't work. Maybe talking about the cause would help. "Oh, I'm far more than just angry," she admitted. "But not with you. I'm furious with whoever did this."
"Me too. Making me doubt you out of fear you'd leave me, because it'd be logical to think I cheated…"
"That's part of it. But the worst of it is how this must have happened." Blake's tone darkened with her words.
Yang winced.
Blake shifted until she was lying beside Yang, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close. "We'll figure this out, find out what happened. Unless you don't want to know?"
A shuddering sigh escaped Yang. "It's not the sort of thing I like to think about, but ignoring it won't help."
Blake cupped Yang's cheek. "Do you want to say it, or shall I?"
"I'll feel like a coward if I don't," Yang muttered.
"You wouldn't be. That's the last thing you are."
Yang raised her eyes to meet Blake's. "I know, I said 'feel like.' But thanks." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "My best guess is that I was drugged and raped. But there's no gap in my memories. Surely there would be."
"Maybe it happened while you were sleeping," Blake suggested. She tried not to shudder at the thought because Yang would feel it, but it was pretty much impossible considering it might well have happened on the very bed they were lying on.
Yang raised an eyebrow. "When have we been apart? I think you'd have noticed."
"Not if I was drugged too." Blake kept her voice level. Her skin crawled.
Yang's eyes flickered red. Typical Yang: far angrier at the thought of Blake being violated than with the proof that she had been herself. Not that Blake wasn't disturbed to think it might have happened to her too.
"I'd better get myself checked before we next have sex," Blake said. She hesitated, trying to find a tactful way to ask what she needed to.
Yang sighed. "The doctor tested me. All clear. Nothing sexually transmitted except pregnancy."
"Silver lining," Blake murmured. "At least there's that."
"Yeah, could be worse." Yang attempted a grin. It came out more like a grimace. "What are we gonna do?"
Blake stroked Yang's cheek with her thumb. "Like I said, I'll be there for you no matter what. It's your body, your choice."
"It'd be so much easier if I opted for an abortion. Nothing would change." Yang bit her lip.
Blake waited. Yang clearly had more to say. She resisted the urge to say anything. Yang needed to make this decision entirely on her own, unless she said she wanted Blake's input.
"It's not developed enough to feel anything. Just a heavier than usual period for me." Yang swallowed hard. Blake could hear it, this close to her. Yang buried her face against Blake's shoulder. "I still can't do it. This is going to be my baby, no matter who forced its conception."
"You want to keep it," Blake stated. It didn't come as a surprise.
Yang nodded. She drew back until she could meet Blake's eyes. "I can't bear the thought of being a worse mother than Raven. And she didn't abort me."
It wasn't easy to resist the temptation to whack her fiancée with a pillow. "Yang… As if you could ever be anything but a great mother."
Yang gave her a doubtful look. "I wasn't that great with Ruby."
"You're not Ruby's mother, for all that you raised her. You're only two years older than she is. Don't judge yourself from whatever mistakes you made when you were just a child too."
"I know you're right, it's just… It's hard to accept."
Blake kissed Yang's cheek where she'd been stroking it. "We'll work on it. Besides, I'll be there too. And a whole host of aunts and uncles, even if most of them will be honorary. And then there's the grandparents. Mine were great as parents, and I'm sure they'll be eager to babysit whenever we need a break."
"Yeah." Yang nodded firmly, a determined light in her eyes. "This is our child. Whoever the father is, he doesn't deserve to be called that. He's just a sperm donor."
"Ours," Blake agreed, resting her hand over Yang's lower abdomen. It didn't feel any firmer than usual, but then Yang was just a few weeks at most into the pregnancy. Blake imagined the changes Yang's body would go through over the next eight or so months, and couldn't help but picture the baby at the end of it. Hopefully he or she would have Yang's eyes and hair, although Blake would love the baby regardless of looks.
She leaned in and kissed Yang on the lips. She didn't voice her gratitude that Yang always rinsed thoroughly after being sick, it didn't seem terribly tactful. Besides, it would interrupt Yang kissing her back, and that wouldn't do at all.
Blake enjoyed the kiss while it lasted. Yang hadn't exactly been in the mood for more than pecks recently. It wasn't that Blake minded, she just missed it more than she'd realised, now that they were kissing properly again. She'd been too worried about Yang and her mysterious sickness to focus on other things.
They had to part eventually to catch their breaths, but stayed close, foreheads pressed together.
"Thanks," Yang said.
Blake blinked. "My pleasure? I don't need thanking for kissing you."
"For believing me. For supporting me. For claiming a child as yours that isn't—"
Blake pressed a finger to Yang's lips. "No. I like being appreciated and all, but I don't want thanking for any of that. You're going to be my wife. All of those things come with the territory, and it's no hardship. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. That baby might not be mine by blood, but it is mine by heart and law. It's yours. That makes it mine."
Yang nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too. Now roll over and let me finish that massage. Or restart it by now, I bet you've tensed right back up again."
Yang rigged up some security cameras while Blake got a checkup with their doctor. It wasn't easy to concentrate on what she was doing, her mind constantly drifting to what must have happened, and then flinching away from it. The reason why Blake needed to see a doctor. The reason why she herself was pregnant. And the reason why she found herself dashing to the bathroom all too often, rinsing her mouth out afterwards yet again. Blegh.
"Maybe I should get Ruby to help. Double-check my work. Or just wait for Blake to get home," Yang muttered to herself. She'd got the cameras set up in the right places, so that they were all but invisible, but the feeds from them kept flickering. They wouldn't do much good if they stopped recording.
Yang sighed deeply. Ruby. She needed to tell her, and Weiss. Soon. Even if the thought of telling her little sister she must've been violated was sickening. Oh wait damn it that was—
Yang bolted for the bathroom. Yet again.
Fuck morning sickness. Why was it even called that when it wasn't restricted to just mornings?! She'd had to tie her hair back to keep it out of the way for when she found herself on her knees bent over the toilet, no Blake to hold it back for her. Having her hair tied back didn't help the nagging headache plaguing her, but the last thing Yang wanted was to end up being sick on her hair.
Yang rinsed thoroughly, she couldn't stand the… Ugh, the aftertaste. Then she dragged herself away from the bathroom, back to her task. Now to get the facial recognition set up so approved visitors wouldn't trigger the alarms. She also had to decide on just an alarm, or whether to have intruders get a warmer welcome, and if so, how warm that welcome would be.
An hour later Yang gave up. She couldn't get the alarm audible, and the approved visitors list kept going blank. She winced at the thought of what might have gone wrong if she'd tried to set a trap for intruders. Yang flopped on the sofa, putting her feet up, and dozed until the front door opened.
Blake yelped, covering her cat ears. She blurred, leaving behind a clone with her Semblance, vanishing into the bedroom, door slamming behind her.
Yang sat bolt upright and struggled to her feet. She knocked on the bedroom door. "Blake? What's wrong?"
"Turn off the alarm!"
"The alarm? But it's not working—" Clearly it was, at a frequency humans couldn't hear. How had she managed to fuck that up? Yang pulled her scroll out and unrolled it, hurriedly turning off the alarm linked to the security cameras. "Better?"
The bedroom door opened, and Blake slumped against the door jamb, cat ears still pinned. "Thank you."
"Sorry, I thought it wasn't working, I couldn't hear it. I can't get approved visitors to stay on the list, and it's just all going wrong." Yang threw her scroll at the sofa. It bounced off onto the floor, but didn't seem to be damaged. "Ugh! I can't do anything right."
"I'll take a look in a bit, I'm sure we'll figure it out together." Blake pushed herself fully upright and stepped into Yang's arms.
"What did Doc say?"
Blake nuzzled against Yang's neck. "All clear, no causes for concern. I passed on your message to the doctor, that you've decided to carry to term. They've arranged for the appointments you'll need, they'll be on your scroll by the end of the day. Oh, and they've sent you a document with some important information, like things to avoid, and other things you'll need."
"Thanks." Yang bleakly wondered if she'd be able to focus enough to absorb that information.
Blake pulled away enough to look at her, frowning. "Are you all right? I thought that was good news."
"Yeah, I mean, I'm glad for the all clear. I just… I can't focus. How am I supposed to do what this pregnancy needs when the important facts will bounce off my thick skull?"
Blake cupped her cheeks, eyes narrowing to golden slits. "Don't insult the woman I love. Just because you can't focus today doesn't mean that will be the case for the rest of the pregnancy. This is just a bad day. And even if it's the effect pregnancy has on you for the duration, I'm here. I'll remind you what needs to be done." She kissed Yang, quickly but firmly.
"I hate feeling like this." It came out far too much like a whine. Yang hated that too.
"I know, I hate it for you. Because the real you is nothing like that. Don't lose sight of that. Anyway, let's get our security system set up."
It didn't take Blake long to sort it out. Frustratingly so for Yang, because it meant her current issues had been the problem. But then she'd known that anyway.
"There." Blake rolled up her scroll, the final test successfully completed. "If the culprit tries to break in, we'll catch him." She smiled grimly.
"Whoever he is."
"For now I'd rather not think about whoever that bastard is. Unless you need to talk about it."
Yang shook her head. "I don't really want to think about it either."
"I'd rather think about you. Mother-to-be of my child, my fiancée. Wife, soon enough, although I guess that'll end up delayed." Blake gave her a kiss with each title.
Yang winced. "Weiss is gonna kill me. We've got to tell her why the wedding needs to be postponed, and Ruby."
"You can't blame Weiss for being invested in our wedding when she's the one planning it."
"Um, I can blame her if she kills me for it." Yang threw a dramatic arm bent overhead, resting the back of her hand against her forehead. "Avenge me, my love."
Blake laughed. "I would, but she'll kill me too if she thinks I'm to blame for this as well."
"About that…" Yang took a deep breath, bracing herself. "I think we should tell Weiss and Ruby the truth."
Blake nodded. "I think that's a good idea, they'll believe you."
"That you believe me is all I need."
Blake booped Yang's nose. "That's sweet, but I think you could use support from more than just me. Also, silver lining: Weiss won't kill you, because telling the truth will reveal this isn't your fault."
Yang gave her a dubious look. "I dunno, deciding to keep it makes the delay my responsibility."
"Weiss will forgive you if she wants to be an aunt."
Yang stroked her chin. "How about we bet on it? That way I'll get something either way: to stay alive, or a bonus from you if I'm right."
"Weiss wouldn't really kill you. As you know, you wouldn't be able to collect on that bet if you were dead."
Yang shrugged. "Eh, maybe I'd come back and haunt you for ghost sex."
Blake poked her. "I don't need haunting, even by you."
"Then I'll just have to come back from the dead. The sex is good enough to do that." Yang couldn't help but sound wistful. She missed it. Being sick sucked.
Blake sighed. "All right, fine. What do you want?"
"From you? Anything."
Blake side eyed her. "You're not even in the mood for sex at the moment."
With how often she kept having to flee to the bathroom, Yang couldn't argue with that. Fortunately there was another option: "I can take a raincheck."
Blake kissed her, nipping at her lower lip. "Then when your libido recovers, I'll give you what you want."
"If I win the bet?"
"Sure. And if I win, you give me what I want." She eyed Yang hungrily. After a few seconds, Blake blushed and gave Yang a sheepish look. "When we both want it. I don't want you forcing yourself to do anything for my sake."
"It's never a hardship to take you to bed."
Blake gave her a stern look. "Yang. Not when you're feeling sick."
Blake had a point, alas. Yang would normally feel at least a little turned on when Blake took that firm tone with her, but not this time. No, instead—
Yang almost bowled Blake over in her rush for the bathroom.
Blake followed her and rubbed her back soothingly, holding out a glass of water before she could ask for one.
"Thanks," Yang muttered. She rinsed her mouth out, and again for good measure.
"Like I said, I'm here for you. How about we lie down for a bit?"
That sounded perfect to Yang. She flopped on their bed against Blake, who wrapped her arms around her. "Mmm. Appreciate it. Hate that my traitor body had to prove you right."
"Please be kind to your body. I'm rather fond of it."
"Only fond?"
Blake ran a hand as far down as she could reach, gently squeezing the back of Yang's thigh. "Well…" Her hand trailed back up as far as Yang's butt, and squeezed again. "More than fond, especially of certain parts."
"Oh?"
Blake's hand returned to Yang's back. "Let's save it for the raincheck, and then I'll elaborate. But you'll have to earn it first, and I doubt Weiss will choose murder, so…" She smirked.
"Tease," Yang breathed.
Blake nipped her again. "It'd be teasing if you were turned on."
Yang's breath caught with the mere memory of what Blake's lips, teeth and tongue could do. "If you're not careful you'll manage to pull that off."
"All right, I'll have mercy on you." Blake drew away a bit, hands slipping up to Yang's shoulders.
"You don't have to, I wasn't complaining."
"I don't want to feel like I'm coercing you."
Yang reached over and cupped Blake's cheek, stroking it with her thumb. "You wouldn't be. You'd never."
"I wish I had your faith in me," Blake murmured, leaning into Yang's hand. She sighed. "Anyway, we'd better call Ruby and Weiss, fill them in." She got her scroll out.
Yang shook her head and put her hand over Blake's before she could put the call through. "I think we'd better do it in person."
Blake frowned. "That's going to worry them more. They'll think it's something serious."
"Well, it is."
Blake's cat ears twitched. "Seriously ill, Yang."
"Come on, I wouldn't let them think that if I could help it."
"True. You didn't leave me thinking that for long."
Yang winced. "I'm sorry you had a chance to think the worst at all. Maybe you'd better be the one to phrase the message, I don't want to risk fucking it up."
She watched Blake switch to the team RWBY group chat. "How about this: 'news to share in person, don't worry, Yang will be fine.'"
"I mean, they'll still worry, but sounds fine to me." Yang heaved a sigh, eyeing the bathroom door. "We'd better have them come to us."
"Probably for the best, or Weiss might really kill you if you were sick on her."
Yang cringed. "That could still happen here. And I'd never live it down, that's for sure." Jaune had never entirely shaken 'Vomit Boy' as a nickname, although come to think of it, that was partly because Yang herself had been the one who ended up with a gross mess on her boots. Was this karma?
"You almost always make it to the bathroom. I think you could do it blindfold here."
Yang groaned. "Not a skill I wanted."
AN: Coming up next: sharing the news with Ruby and Weiss.
Comments appreciated. If you'd like to see more of my writing, let me know. I'll share it anyway, I'm not holding it hostage or anything, but it really does encourage me to hear that you like it.
I've never been pregnant, so anything about that comes from things I've picked up and from research.