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Consequences	By : Sabriel0405 Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11

I woke slowly, in stages. My body ached in unusual places. I came to full awareness as memory washed over me. Heat flushed my body and my hands curled into the bed sheets as the visuals flashed through my mind. The thought of repeating last night with Jean-Claude and Asher both drove the breath from my lungs. Aftershocks of pleasure left me gasping.

It took a while before I thought it was safe to get off the bed. My body felt battered. Though I was really a shower person, I knew a bath was the better option. I could barely wait to immerse myself in the heat. It was almost too hot as I lowered myself to my chin. By the time the water had finally cooled, the aches and pains had dissipated and I was ready to face the world. Things were right with my vampires, my wereleopards and the only werewolf who mattered right now. There was no one trying to kill me, and no one that I needed to kill. Life was good.

By the time I got home, changed, and went to the office, I felt invincible. I was even nice to Bert. This actually made him nervous. My day was truly looking up. In fact, the next few days were delightfully carefree. Certainly, the most carefree I had had since Richard, Jean-Claude and I had married the marks and truthfully, a lot longer ago than that. Perhaps since I had gotten involved with the monsters in the first place. I wouldn’t let myself think about that.

Then came Thursday. Thursday was my first appointment with a human obstetrician. I chose this doctor because he was twenty miles outside of St. Louis and there was no way I’d meet anyone I was even vaguely acquainted with. I knew I was being ridiculous. It wasn’t as though everyone wouldn’t eventually find out. But I wanted to put off that day for as long as possible. I wasn’t showing yet but the last thing I needed was the press. They’d have a field day. I could only imagine the headlines. Followed by the lurid speculation on the identity of the father, though I knew Micah would claim that dubious honor.

I wanted coffee so badly I was shaking with need. Micah handed me half a cup of decaf liberally dosed with cream and sugar. It wasn’t the same. Oh, it was coffee. There are good decaf coffees out there. But it didn’t have the pull of caffeine and that’s what I needed.

“It’s too bad Damian’s not awake,” Jason said from the living room. “Maybe we can find a doctor with evening hours and Damian cand yod you throughout the appointment.”

“Maybe you can stay home!” I snapped.

Jason gave me his killer grin along with both palms out in surrender. “Anita, if you wind yourself any tighter, the doctor is going to declare you high risk and you’ll be on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“I read, remember?” he said.

Micah came up behind me. At the touch of his hands on my shoulders, I leaned into him, pressing my back into his chest. His body heat warmed me, though his touch made me tense in other ways.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” he said.

I put the Browning in its Uncle Mike’s Sidekick holster, tightened the knife sheath on my left arm, grabbed my coat and headed out to the car. Jason drove. Micah and I sat in back and cuddled. Micah took the middle seat so that we could touch despite the seat belts. I hated being this nervous. But it wasn’t just nerves. It was embarrassment and fear, not of the doctor but of the future. I still didn’t know how I was going to raise a child, never mind a daughter. I wasn’t giving myself good odds of making it to thirty. Who was going to raise my child? Jean-Claude? Nathaniel?

The doctor’s office was pleasant enough, I guess. Warm colors, good lighting. I gave my name to the receptionist and prepared for her reaction. There wasn’t one, which left me a little nonplussed. I was so used to being recognized. She handed me a clipboard with enough new patient paperwork to keep me occupied and focused while I sat. I didn’t know the answers to half the questions. I don’t get sick. Even before the marks I didn’t get sick. Injured, yeah, but not sick. I hated doctors.

When the doctor’s assistant called my name, the three of us stood up. She looked at Micah and Jason oddly. “We just need Mrs. Blake,” she said losing lots of points by making assumptions.

“Why?” I asked, suspicious of what they would do to me in that back room.

“Just so we can do the examination. We’ll call in your husband when we get ready to do the ultrasound,” she said, clearly trying to be placating but succeeding only in pissin off off.

Micah grabbed my hand. “It’s up to you, Anita,” he said. I felt myself relax. His touch wasn’t like Damian’s but the comfort was obvious. I realized I was overreacting and sighed.

“Lead the way,” I told the woman. She took me into a typical examining room, handed me a blue examining gown that had the texture and thickness of a cheap paper towel, and left me to undress. I felt awkward in the blue tissue paper. I knew it was deliberate. Another way for the doctor to assert his superiority. I paced for what seemed like forever before there was a cursory knock on the door.

The man who came through was of medium height, blond and clean-shaven. If I hadn’t had so many preternatural studs at my disposal, I might have found him handsome. “Hello, Mrs. Blake, I’m Dr. Stewart,” he said, holding out his hand.

I took it and said, “It’s Ms. actually, but call me Anita.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Anita. What brings you here?” he asked.

I thought it was a colossally stupid question and desperately wanted to finger my knife but it was buried underneath my clothes. “I’m pregnant,” I said, trying not to be testy.

He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “How do you know?”

“I had it confirmed by a doctor who isn’t an obstetrician.”

He nodded. “Do you know how far along you are?”

Hell, I could give him the date of conception. I did so.

“You’re that sure?” he asked.

“Positive.” I said flatly. I thought he would let it go, but he didn’t.

“If you knew you were pregnant, why did you wait so long before seeing an obstetrician?” he asked. “You’re really at the point where, if there is a problem, an abortion isn’t necessarily a safe alternative.”

How could I tell him that I was hoping it would all go away? It sounded idiotic even to me and I was the one saying it. I shrugged. “I think I didn’t believe it.” There was a certain amount of trut tha that.

He gave me an odd look, as though he hadn’t expected me to be the delusional type. But he moved along. “Okay, let’s do the preliminaries, height, weight, blood pressure. Then we’ll make sure everything feels right. After that, we’ll take some blood and do an ultrasound. Do you want to know the baby’s sex?” he asked. He gestured me to the scale.

“It’s a girl,” I said before I stopped to think. I actually felt his eyebrow rise with skepticism.

“You know this because…,” his voice trailed off.

I sighed again, inwardly. I didn’t want to get into it. Eventually I’d have to reveal my “special circumstances” but not yet. If he didn’t recognize me, I didn’t want to bring my celebrity to his attention. I shrugged again. “Gut feeling,” I lied.

He called in his assistant while I hopped up on the table and prepared to be humiliated. He was quick and gentle and it was over before I had a chance to get too upset. The assistant handed me a bottle of water from a mini-fridge and told me to drink up. The doctor would be back in twenty minutes. I asked if my friends could join me. She looked surprised but agreed.

I was slugging back the water when Micah and Jason came in. Micah opened his arms and I went into them. We stood there for a few moments until Jason said, “You two really know how to make a guy feel left out.” But there was a smile in his voice. Since I still had three more cups of water to get through, I didn’t mind. I drank another eight ounces before speaking.

“They don’t seem to know anything about me. Let’s keep it that way.” I was really addressing Jason, but Micah pulled out his sunglasses. “No,” I said. “I don’t want anyone hiding either.”

There was a knock on the door and a woman walked in with a clipboard. “Hi, Anita. We just need to draw some blood. Would you follow me?” It wasn’t a question.

I followed her, holding the extra-large paper towel closed in the back, and sat in the chair. I hate having blood drawn. I hate needles. I closed my eyes through the whole thing. “There,” she said, “That wasn’t so bad.” Right. She wasn’t sticking her own arm with a needle. I let it go. I’ve let a lot of things go, like Jason’s first comment to me when I came back in the room. Could he lick the pinprick? Micah pulled me against him so Jason only got a nasty glare. “Keep it up wolfboy and you’ll never have unsupervised vi wit with Nathaniel again.” I threatened. He only chuckled.

I finished gulping the water and began the waiting. It didn’t take long to start feeling uncomfortable. Twenty minutes came and went and I began squirming. On Micah’s lap. I though Jason was going to hurt himself, he was laughing so hard. At Micah’s condition rather than at mine, which was about all that saved him from serious injury.

Hospital gown or not, I was about to go in search of the doctor when he knocked and entered. I introduced him to Micah and Jason without explaining our relationship. He led us all the down the hall to the ultrasound room. He had me change into a short gown and handed me a paper blanket to cover my lower body.

Micah took one of my hands as I lay back on the table. The doctor lifted my shirt and squirted liquid gel from a tube. I closed my eyes against the ick factor. Jason was standing behind Micah, his face more serious than I usually see it, though he hadn’t been himself these last few days. The doctor started to explain what we were going to see and then flicked on the monitor. He moved the ultrasound wand over me and we watched the screen. A big smile crossed his face.

“That’s the head,” he said, pointing to a bright spot on the screen. Once he told me what I was looking at, it was easier to see. His pronouncement, “It’s too early to definitely declare sex but there is no indication that you are having a boy,” was greeted by silly grins from the three of us. He pointed out the arms and legs, the spine, the beating heart. It was weird seeing this life inside me, particularly since she was moving.

I suddenly realized that Jason had stopped breathing. I turned to look at him and saw two tears running down his cheeks. “She’s part of me,” he said in a voice too low for the doctor to hear, mostly because he wasn’t paying attention to the audience.

“You are going to need to gain some weight. According to the information you provided, you are barely past your normal weight. You should gain twenty-five to thirty pounds over the next six months. Eating healthy and staying fit is the key to an uneventful pregnancy,” he told me.

“Twenty-five pounds?” I said. “Nothing will fit me!” It was stupid, I know, but reality kept slapping me in the face.

Micah whispered in me ear, “You’ll be the first woman on the block with leather maternity clothes.” I blushed as a visual hit me. Jean-Claude would have a field day with my wardrobe. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Dr. Stewart wiped my stomach with a towel and pulled down the top. “Right now, everything looks normal. I’d like to see you every month. Eventually, it will be closer to once a week. While you do have plenty of time, you should register for childbirth classes. If you have any questions, if you start to spot or if anything changes, please call. There is someone available twenty-four hours a day. It was a pleasure meeting you all.”

I sat up and Micah immediately pulled me against him. “This is really happening,” I said, my voice small and lost. He hugged me tighter.
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