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Consequences	By : Sabriel0405 Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2

“Anita. Anita!” Micah shook awake. I blinked a couple of times andn bln blushed, remembering. I was less embarrassed about sex than I used to be. Hell, I had had enough partners lately that I should have been completely over it, but I wasn’t and the memory of the things that Micah could do to my body always brought pink to my cheeks.

I started to press kisses to his arm, his shoulder, anywhere that I could easily reach but he stopped me. “We don’t have time,” he said. “You’ve been asleep for hours. I couldn’t wake you. I was starting to worry. You’re going to be late for work.”

He was right. I didn’t even remember dreaming. But I dismissed his concern. I didn’t remember being so completely satisfied either. I grabbed a quick shower, dressed, ate whatever Micah handed me and made it to the office a few minutes before my first appointment. On the other hand, why the hell was I so tired lately? It was an uneventful evening except for the one client who must have been wearing a bottle of perfume. She ed ied in the door and my stomach flipped over. I put my head between my knees and tried to convince the client that I could do the job. It’s funny but when I asked Craig, our night secretary about her, he couldn’t recall that she was wearing any perfume at all.

It only took another few mornings of kissing porcelain before I drove 15 miles out of my way at 3 am to goan aan all night drug store to purchase several brands of early pregnancy test. It wasn’t possible. I knew it wasn’t possible. But the alternative, that something was seriously wrong with me, wasn’t worth considering.

I waited until everyone was out of the house before I opened up the first package. Then I opened up the second and then the third. All three said the same thing. Pregnant. I sat on the toilet for the longest time. I couldn’t be pregnant. How could I bring a child into my life? I couldn’t handle the wereleopards by myself, much less a baby. Worse, who was the father? I was on the pill. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Theoreticalit cit couldn’t happen.

Dr. Lillian was happy to see me, particularly since I wasn’t bleeding and wasn’t with anyone who was. “Anita, how good to see you. Won’t you sit down? What can I do for you?”

I liked Dr. Lillian. She has a no nonsense approach to medicine. Plus she’s known me long enough to know that I am not going to sit still and rest so she could strescrescribing it. “I think, I mean, it looks like,” I couldn’t say it loud. Instead, I passed her the results of the pregnancy tests. Heat rose in my cheeks as I waited for her to say something.

“Why don’t we go into the examining room?” She stood up and I followed. I hated this but she was gentle. When I was dressed and back in her office she said, “You look like you are about eight or nine weeks along. How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired, constantly nauseous, certain smells make me dizzy. Is it supposed to be this way?”

“For some women. Do you know who the father is?”

From anyone else the question would have made me ballistic but there was no condemnation in her voice. “None of this makes sense. Micah told me that he’s been fixed. Jean-Claude can’t possibly father children. He’s over four hundred! I am not having intercourse with anyone else. I’m on the pill. How could I get pregnant?”

“You’re on the lowest dose of the birth control pill. A missed pill could easily cause an accident. Have you missed any pills?”

I opened my mouth to say no when I remembered Musette’s visit. Two months ago. Jean-Claude and Asher. Belle Morte’s ardeur washing over my skin. Jason coming inside of me. Ecstasy in drowning waves. I hadn’t taken my pill that day or even the next. Oh, God, Jason had fathered my baby. I felt the blood drain from my face. Next thing I knew, Lillian was pressing my face down between my knees. “Breathe deeply, Anita,” she said. “And slowly.”

“I know who the father is. At least, I think I do. He’s a werewolf.” There. I’d said it. Out loud.

“But not Richard?” she asked.

Sometimes I forgot just how much she knew. “No, not Richard. One of his pack.” I wasn’t ready to name Jason yet. Then another thought hit. “Lycanthropy can’t be inherited, can it?” Oh, God, something new to worry about.

“No. It’s a disease and it does alter the genetic makeup of the victim, but it isn’t passed through the gametes.” Lillian was still kneeling in front of me. “Anita, do you want to have this baby?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you are still in the first trimester. An abortion is an alternative.”

“Not for me,” I said. It had nothing to do with religion and everything to do with the feeling that I destroyed enough life just doing my job. I didn’t know how I felt about all this beyond panic. But I couldn’t bring myself to snuff it out either. I was so screwed.

“Okay, I can write you a prescription for pre-natal vitamins but you need to find a real obstetrician. Most shapeshifters can’t bear children because of the change. I haven’t delivered a baby since my residency days.”

I was still reeling from my revelation. Jason Schuyler, werewolf, stripper and vampire snack, was the father of my baby. I know I took the prescription but after I left her office, I was on complete autopilot. I called Jean-Claude and left a message that I wouldn’t be able to see him that night. I wasn’t ready to tell him this. I didn’t know how he’d react but somehow I doubted that eternal happiness would be one of the options.

I went to the office and rescheduled my raisings. I needed some time at home, preferably alone. The house was dark when I got there but there was still enough ambient light that I didn’t bother turning on the lamps. I curled up on the couch and stared at the prescription in my hand. Lillian had also provided some referrals. I crumpled both papers in my hands. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

I was still curled up on the sofa, in the dark, when Nathaniel came home. He walked in the door and flipped on the lights. I blinked against the sudden brightness. “Anita!” he exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

I shook the cobwebs from my head. “Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing home?” I asked to deflect him.

“I wanted to grab something to eat before I go to work. Stephen is picking me up on his way in. Can I make you a fresh pot of coffee?” He was walking and talking at the same time, something I seemed incapable of. I did want the coffee but I thought about the lecture Lillian had given me about eating healthy and cutting out caffeine. She also talked about miscarriages being common in the first trimester.

“No, thanks, Nathaniel.” I knew I should make small talk but Nathaniel was good at silence. At least usually.

The refrigerator door slammed shut, dishes clanked on the counter. He eventually came out of the kitchen with a plate full of sandwiches. His hair was knotted is such a way so that he wouldn’t trip over it. He sat down on the seat across from me. “What’s wrong, Anita? And please don’t tell me nothing’s wrong. I share your bed. I’ve seen how sick you are in the morning. Your vampire marks are supposed to protect you from illness. So what’s going on?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Nathaniel. I’m okay. Really.” I couldn’t look at him when I said it.

“Does Micah know? Or Jean-Claude?”

“Micah knows. It’s okay, Nathaniel,” I said, looking at him this time. I opened my arm and he practically crawled into my lap. I ran my hands over him and the touch gave me comfort too. It still surprised me, how much I had grown to need the touching. Me, who went for years with only the most superficial caresses. Now I was practically lonely if only one other person shared my bed.

We stayed like that for a while, until Nathaniel really had to get ready for work. He left about the time that Micah came in. “Have you had anything to eat lately?” he asked.

“I’m not hungry. I’m pregnant,” I said. I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I mean, he knew before I did, it wasn’t like it was a surprise. But he still walked out of the kitchen slowly, with his hands out in front of him, as though he were afraid I was going to pull my gun.

“I’m pregnant,” I repeated and tears trickled down my cheeks. Micah gathered me in his arms and rocked me. It seemed to be a theme.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said and pulled me closer, stroking his hands through my hair. I relaxed in his arms.

When I had stopped crying he suggested that he run a bath. He even lit the candles that Jean-Claude kept me supplied with. The water felt heavenly around it and cradled against him, I felt safe.

“I went to see Dr. Lillian today. She confirmed it.” Micah didn’t say anything. I suppose there was nothing to say. “Aren’t you going to ask me who the father is?” I asked or more specifically, goaded.

I wasn’t looking at him so I didn’t see him shake his head, though I felt his curls brush against my shoulders. “I know who the father is,” he said.

I pushed away from him until I could turn and face him. “What the hell do you mean you know?”

He gave me that look that indicated I was, once again, being surprisingly naïve. “Anita, there are only so many men in your bed who could make you pregnant. I knew you had been with Jason, roughly two months ago. I was there that day, I saw how strung out you were with Belle riding you.” He stopped. Perhaps he saw the shock on my face.

“Did Jason tell you?” The idea that Jason might have gone around bragging, but no, I quashed that thought. Jason would flirt with anything on two legs but he didn’t kiss and tell.

“He didn’t have to. I saw him with you when the pack came in. The way he touched you. The way you shivered. I knew.”

“You never said anything.” It was a statement.

“Anita, what was there to say? I told you I would do anything to be your Nimir-Raj. The ardeur is just one part of you. You aren’t in love with Jason. He’s on your short list. The people you’d kill or die to protect, but he’s not in the same league as Jean-Claude. Or even Richard.”

“Please do not go there. I don’t want to think about Richard right now. Or Jean-Claude.” I moved back toward Micah, feeling bereft without his touch. He pulled me back against him hard and when his lips came down over mine, I met them with all the power I had inside of me.

I was exhausted again when were finished, which thankfully had been in bed. We would have drowned otherwise. He was still inside me and I was pressed up against him so hard that it was like I was trying to go through him with my body.

“When are you going to tell the pard,” Micah asked.

“I’m not,” I said.

Micah went very still around me. “What do you mean?” he said, striving to maintain a very neutral tone.

“Dr. Lillian told me that a lot of women miscarry in the first trimester. I don’t want to tell anyone until after that point.”

Micah looked as though he wanted to disagree with me but said instead, “I think Cherry already knows.”

“Probably. But she’ll keep it to herself until I say something. Nathaniel knows something is wrong too, but he is satisfied that you know.”

“What about Jean-Claude?”

I stiffened. “I’m not going to tell him either. Not yet.” I couldn’t look at him so I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder.

“Are you going to avoid sleeping with him for the next month?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anita, I knew you were pregnant a month ago. Your reactions are sharper, your whole body is more sensitive. And when I run my beast through you, I can see the fetus,” he said with a sort of awe in his voice.

“You can see…,” I let my voice trail off.

“Yeah. It’s incredible. And a little frightening. But you’re avoiding my question.”

“I’ve avoided Jean-Claude for weeks. Except in my dreams. I’m not ready to tell him,” I said.

“Why not?”

Why not, indeed. Because in my heart of hearts, I thought this might cross his line. That I could have gotten pregnant. I needed Micah in metaphysical ways I didn’t understand. But I loved Jean-Claude. Losing him would destroy me and I wanted to put it off for as long as possible.

“Because I think he’ll hate the idea. This will change everything. And when he finds out it was Jason it will be worse. He might think he is fine with the idea that Jason is his pomme de sang and therefore it’s okay that I use him to feed from, but getting me pregnant? I’m not ready to lose him, Micah.”

“Anita, he loves you. All of you. This will change nothing.” I didn’t answer and he pulled me tighter. “He’s going to get suspicious, if not concerned.”

“I know. But I’ll tell him how busy I am at work and give him access to my dreams and it will tide him over. Sort of.” I knew I was wrong which only made me defensive. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“He loves you, Anita. Don’t sell him short. You’re going to have to tell Jason, too, you know.”

I pulled away and got out of bed. “I don’t want to talk about it!” I stalked from the room. Micah let me go. He got brownie points for that, but he usually did. I threw on a robe wentwent into the kitchen, debating about ordering Chinese.

He joined me as I finished ordering enough food for us both. It wouldn’t go to waste. Not in this house. Between Zane and Nathaniel, food didn’t remain long enough to go bad. Not the way it had when I lived alone.

“What am I going to do, Micah?” I huddled in my robe but he didn’t make any moves to get closer.

“Whatever we have to do, Anita. You’re not alone anymore.”
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