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Consequences	By : Sabriel0405 Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

There was a knock on the door before it opened. Jason burst in with a prickling rush of lycanthrope energy. I couldn’t decide if he was dressed for work or a night of clubbing. He was wearing skintight leather pants dyed a glittering gold. His top was fishnet in the same glittering color. He looked, well, like Jason. Young, carefree. And why not. It wasn’t as though he had a lot to worry about. He stripped and served as breakfast food. Not a tough life. I was about to shatter it.

“Jean-Claude, you needed something?” he asked and looking around, spotted me. “Oh, Anita, I didn’t realize you were here. Love the top,” he said and, looking down, “Love the bottoms too.” He smiled his Jason smile, full of deliberate mischief. I resisted the urge to tell him to go away. For just a moment it felt normal. He got a couple of brownie points for making me forget without even trying.

“Come in, my wolf. Sit down.” Jean-Claude waved him to a seat. For the first time I saw Jason hesitate.

“Did I do something wrong?” Jason asked.

“No, my wolf,” Jean-Claude said. Then he turned to me. “I’ll be in the other room,” he said. He gave me a kiss and walked out.

I hadn’t thought about telling Jason. I hated to say it, hated even to think it, but he was kind of incidental to the process. I wasn’t dating Jason. I wasn’t even sleeping with Jason, figuratively or literally. Yet a single act had already changed my life and was about to change his.

“Anita?” Jason asked. “What’s going on?” He hadn’t sat down.

“Sit down, Jason,” I said.

“I think maybe I should stand,” he said.

“Please?” That surprised him. He sat. There was no easy or graceful way to tell him this. I didn’t have the same kamikaze butterflies in my stomach that I had before telling Jean-Claude. Instead, it just hurt.

“I’m pregnant,” I said.

A grin split his face and I could see his body visibly relax. “Anita, that’s great! That’s wonderful! A baby. Wow!” Then the wheels began to turn. Why was I telling him this? Without Jean-Claude in the room. The moment it hit him all the color drained out of his face. He dropped to the floor and crawled over to me using those muscles that humans aren’t supposed to have. It was an extremely submissive gesture. He huddled at my feet, shaking. “Oh, God, Anita. I am sorry, I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.” There were tears in his voice.

I sighed. “It’s not your fault, Jason.”

He stopped brushing against my legs. “But you just implied…” His voice trailed off. He tried again. “I thought you were telling me that I fathered your child.”

Because Jason dropped out of college to become a stripper and occasional snack, I had the tendency to forget how smart he really was. He also did his best to hidebehibehind the wisecracking façade. “As far as I can tell,” I paused. I couldn’t look at him and say it out loud so I studied the silk drapes around the bed. They were the same midnight blue as Jean-Claude’s eyes. “As far as I can tell, you are the father. We can do a paternity test later on to be positive. But it isn’t your fault. It’s not like I gave you a lot of choice.”

Jason moved away from me, though he remained on his knees. He listened to me and started to laugh. “Anita, maybe you don’t remember that day but I certainly do. In detail. Very graphic detail. Every second. I most definitely wanted to be there.”

I blushed so hard my face hurt with the rush. “That doesn’t mean you had a choice. Even if you didn’t want to sleep with me, you would have done it because I am dominant to you. That is coercion.”

“Of course I had a choice. You never would have tou me me if you didn’t think I was willing.”

“I couldn’t feed on Nathaniel,” I reminded him.

“And if I had said no you would have torn yourself to bloody ribbons instead. I know you, Anita,” he said.

“Do you?” I asked.

“Better and better all the time,” he said. “How far along are you?” But as soon as he asked it, he put his hand up to forestall me. “Wait a minute, if I’m the father that means you’re over three months along. You had to know before now. You’ve always been regular,” he said.

“How the hell do you know that?” I said, affronted.

“Anita, I’m a werewolf. I can smell the blood,” he said, clearly considering it a stupid question. Meanwhile the blush in my cheeks had intensified to fever-intensity. That was something I just didn’t want to know. That meant that Micah and Jean-Claude and... No. Better not to go there. Ever.

“You’re right. I just finished my first trimester.”

“Is everything healthy? What does the doctor say? Have you had an ultrasound? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” The barrage of questions, and the fact that he probably wasn’t going to like my answers, made me sit down. Jason wasn’t nearly as irresponsible as he pretended to be.

“I haven’t been to a doctor,” I mumbled.

“Why not?” he asked. He moved to sit next to me but, though he clearly wanted to, purposely didn’t touch me.

“Because that would make it real and there was a chance it would all take care of itself,” I said. It sounded stupid now that I said it out loud.

Jason shook his head sadly. “I thought you were stronger than that,” he said.

I pushed him away from me and stood up. “How dare you judge me? Maybe denial wasn’t the most effective approach but I didn’t want to watch my whole life fall apart in one fell swoop. Until a few minutes ago, the only people who knew were Micah and Dr. Lillian. Not only that, but I didn’t want to ruin your life as well. I mean, I’m not expecting you to make child support payments, but knowing that you have a daughter has to change some things for you,” I spat out.

“A daughter? You’re having a girl?” Jason asked, not trying to hide the awe.

“Jean-Claude told me.”

“I’m sorry I jumped down your throat. I wasn’t judging you. You usually rush to meet problems. It isn’t like you to try to hide.”

I know he didn’t mean to set me off but he did anyway. “I am not hiding!” I practically screamed it at him.

“Fine,” he said and held up is hands in surrender. “When are you planning on telling Richard?” he asked. It wasn’t exactly a safer subject.

Oh, God, Richard. I’d been avoiding even thinking about Richard the last few months. Christmas gifts didn’t count. He wouldn’t take this well. Even if he could handle my pregnancy, he wouldn’t be able to tolerate Jason being the father. No way. It would be signing Jason’s warrant of execution. Over my dead body. Damn, I wanted to go back to the whole secrecy thing. I might have lost friends over it, but they’d end up alive.

“I will tell Richard only when he asks. Not before. Whatever you do, don’t you be the one to tell him! He’ll kill you.”

“I am well aware of that. I wasn’t planning on telling him, but he is going to hear about it and he will ask me what I know. I can’t lie to him,” he said. Jason’s face was unusually serious.

I was pacing now. He had a good point. It put him between a rock and a hard place. I was afraid that Richard really would kill him. Richard and I may not be dating but he’d be more than pissed about Jason. Shit. He couldn’t handle seeing Jason touch me during Musette’s visit and that was barely sexual. I would bet money that he doesn’t know I’d really been with Jason. “If he asks who the father is, tell him you don’t know,” I said.

“Anita, he’s my Ulfric. He’ll smell that I’m lying.”

“Fine. But start there. Then when he calls you on it, look uncomfortable and tell him that I don’t know. He’ll believe that. He already thinks I’m a slut,” I said.

Jason look disconcerted and opened his mouth to refute my statement. I held up my hand. “Don’t. Just let it go. I’ve had to.” He closed his mouth for a moment.

“What about Jean-Claude?” Jason asked. Serving two masters must often put him in a difficult spot. Especially when one was constantly at the other’s throat.

“What about Jean-Claude?” I replied.

“We know that Richard will damage me when he finds out. I’m guessing that Jean-Claude already knows. Am I going to have to leave town for my own safety?” He said it with a smile but it was clear that he wasn’t entirely joking.

“No. I made Jean-Claude promise that he wouldn’t hold this against you before I told him,” I said. Jean-Claude had promised but I wasn’t certain if I could hold him to it. I couldn’t tell from our earlier conversation how he really felt. But I wouldn’t let him hurt Jason, not for this.

“Thanks, Anita,” he said and walked over to me. He put his arms around me.

“Anita, I know you don’t think I’m responsible for this, but I would like to be a part of it. There’s a good chance I’ll never have kids of my own. I mean, what normal will want to marry a shapeshifter? And any shapeshifter tied to the moon can’t have kids. This may be my only opportunity.”

I remembered the first time I was with Jason after I had inherited the ardeur. When I could see into his heart. His open desire for me, just for me, not for any hidden reason. I realized I could still see into his heart and that he wanted this child in the same way. He didn’t mean for this to happen but it did and he would step up to the plate willingly. Maybe I had misjudged them all.

“Sure, Jason. You can participate however you want. I already promised Micah that I would make an appointment with a doctor this week. I’ll let you know when it is. But, Jason, Micah…,” I trailed off.

He released me and stepped back so that he could grin at me, that grin that will see him a goodly way into Heaven before someone realizes they made a mistake. “Hey, I know Micah is going to the public ‘father”. I mean, he’s your Nimir-Raj. But I want to be involved. God,” he said. “Pregnant. I cannot believe it. Can I touch?” he asked. I nodded. He put his hand on my stomach. I wasn’t really showing yet unless you knew. Then you could feel the changes, the gentle roundness of my belly.

He left his hand on my stomach and kissed me very, very gently. “Thanks, Anita,” he said and walked out of the room. I thought I saw the silver of tears on his cheek but I didn’t call him back.
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