A/N: I did mention this wouldn’t always be fluffy, right? I’m sure I mentioned it. Absolutely certain I covered the fact that there are big reasons when you walk into my angsty universe that things get… angsty. For the record, I always knew this was going to happen. Like this.
She didn’t intend on waking him up, but she wasn’t really trying for subtlety when it hit her like a slam in the gut, that sudden taste of genetic material that wasn’t his and wasn’t hers and wasn’t hitting her skin from anything outside.
Whyever on earth hadn’t she gotten sterilized when she first realized her ability was terminal?
Justus woke from his half-doze because the instant it hit her, she was sitting upright and hissing pain between her teeth, even though it wasn’t her body that was hurting. She scrambled out of the bed before he could roll over and reach her and snatched up his shirt to throw it on.
“Database? What’s wrong?” He was awake now, quiet operative voice, but she wasn’t heeding him because she was still dealing with this, pacing like a tiger in a cage, arms crossed over her stomach as she racked her brains over what to do, how was this possible, she’d been on birth control shots since they first started her valentining...
Idiot. She jammed her palms flat on the window and held herself there as she came to grips with the fact that attempt one to get her body on control had ‘healed’ away her temporary infertility.
Justus had gotten out of the bed by now. She heard his light footsteps behind her, felt his hand when it touched her waist, and she closed her eyes and leaned against the window.
“Battery Acid.” Name trailing softly, that tender, sharp handle that allowed her to be harsh and him to love her anyway.
She opened her eyes and looked out at the night. His house was ground-level and she missed the skyscraper view of her own apartment.
It might not go well; it might not last. It was a sad fact of life that most pregnancies died before they got off the ground. But she would know. Her ability to process genetic data took away the option of ignorance.
Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Side Effects
She didn’t intend on waking him up, but she wasn’t really trying for subtlety when it hit her like a slam in the gut, that sudden taste of genetic material that wasn’t his and wasn’t hers and wasn’t hitting her skin from anything outside.
Whyever on earth hadn’t she gotten sterilized when she first realized her ability was terminal?
Justus woke from his half-doze because the instant it hit her, she was sitting upright and hissing pain between her teeth, even though it wasn’t her body that was hurting. She scrambled out of the bed before he could roll over and reach her and snatched up his shirt to throw it on.
“Database? What’s wrong?” He was awake now, quiet operative voice, but she wasn’t heeding him because she was still dealing with this, pacing like a tiger in a cage, arms crossed over her stomach as she racked her brains over what to do, how was this possible, she’d been on birth control shots since they first started her valentining...
Idiot. She jammed her palms flat on the window and held herself there as she came to grips with the fact that attempt one to get her body on control had ‘healed’ away her temporary infertility.
Justus had gotten out of the bed by now. She heard his light footsteps behind her, felt his hand when it touched her waist, and she closed her eyes and leaned against the window.
“Battery Acid.” Name trailing softly, that tender, sharp handle that allowed her to be harsh and him to love her anyway.
She opened her eyes and looked out at the night. His house was ground-level and she missed the skyscraper view of her own apartment.
It might not go well; it might not last. It was a sad fact of life that most pregnancies died before they got off the ground. But she would know. Her ability to process genetic data took away the option of ignorance.
“I’m pregnant.”