Twenty-Six
- Evangeline
Ashema finally got in touch the next day – the same day I could cut open a magic pregnancy cake and see if I was doomed.
My body a vibrating mass of nerves, I headed for the door. I had spent a week locked in my office with Redric, waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, I almost didn’t want to go. The week had been oddly nice and relaxing, with him not once looking at me like he wanted to kill me. And what he’d said about his people remembering Aurelia every year had shifted something inside me, healing the cracks that had grown in the belief that I had been the sole person to remember her.
To remember her kindness.
Her love for the world.
Bouncing on my feet, I opened the door, needing to move, to work, to get on with my life before it left me in a comfortable chair I didn’t want to leave.
“Where are we going?” Redric asked, and I knew what he really meant was, “Can we go to the bakery first?”
“You can reach Elanora’s Lady Club via Clovi Street.” There was a bakery along there that sold pregnancy cakes over the counter.
After I cast invisibility over us, we slipped out through one of FI-9’s many secret tunnels, ending up inside an abandoned building in an alley a few streets down. All of the assassins who’d picked up the contract the Dame had taken out on us were still watching the main doors of the building. They had bunkered in on the first day and were most likely now starting to get lax in their surveillance – the whole reason why I’d hidden inside for a week.
Holding Redric’s hand, I stepped outside into the alley and turned left, aiming for the main street. A few minutes and another left would lead us to Clovi Street. The bakery was only a few blocks down it, and with every footstep we took in that direction, my stomach twisted tighter with nerves.
When we got to Clovi St, hundreds of fairies bustled around us, and I took a moment to remove our invisibility. We both wore hoods over our faces, and I’d dyed my hair pink rather than keeping it as the electric blue it had been. I hadn’t bothered changing Redric’s hair considering he had a very prominent snake tattoo on his face.
The hairs on my neck rose as every sense of mine grew attuned to any potential threat. Moving in crowds was always a double edged sword. One the one hand, it offered coverage from unwanted eyes. On the other, it hid any approaching assassins.
Palming a knife, I shifted through the crowd until I got to the bakery. I breathed out slowly as I stepped inside and made my way to the counter.
“I’ll take one of these,” I said to the man behind the counter, pointing at the display of cakes covered in white icing. “Just one of the small ones.”
He nodded and rang it up as I tried not to fidget under Redric’s gaze. When he handed it to me in a small box, I paid and left quickly.
The box felt heavy in my hand despite fitting inside my palm. It burned too. A heavy burning feeling that settled harshly in the pit of my stomach.
Redric didn’t say a word as I continued to walk, not stopping to open the box. I slipped it into the inside of my jacket and neither of us spoke until we saw the pink neon sign saying Elanora’s Lady Club.
I pulled Redric into a random clothes shop, grabbed a couple items off the rail, then went into the changing room.
Redric stayed outside, but I could see his feet under the door pacing back and forth as he waited. Chucking the clothes I picked up on the hook provided, I sat down in the seat and took the cake out from my jacket.
I stared at it in its white little box with a see-through panel in its lid. The white cake inside mocked me for my hesitation.
Breathing out, I ripped open the lid, grabbed the little cake and raised it to my lips, then took a good-sized chunk out of it.
Stay white. Stay white, I murmured inside my head.
Chewing, I then swallowed.
Then breathed in deeply.
And out again.
“Well?” Redric asked, the word stressed tight with hope and anticipation of disappointment.
Closing my eyes briefly, I then opened them and finally looked down at the cake in my hand.
Fuck.
The sponge was blue.
We were having a little girl.
****
“Well?” Redric asked as soon as I stepped out of the changing room.
“Not here,” I murmured, but that was enough to let him know we were expecting. Otherwise, I would have told him with a giant smile on my face.
He stepped in front of me as I went to head back into the main part of the shop. Cupping my face, he kissed me and walked me back. The door to the changing room was kicked shut behind him.
“In here then,” he said as he lifted his head and placed a hand flat on my stomach.
“What are you doing? You won’t be able to feel her until –”
“Her?” he breathed. Then a wide stupid smile spread across his cheeks. “I knew you were a girl,” he murmured, looking at my stomach.
“Of course I’m a girl. Guys can’t get pre–” I stopped suddenly, realising he wasn’t talking to me. I was just a baby maker for him. All of his attention was on my belly, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
I had made his life a living Niflhel. One week sharing secrets and lowered guards wouldn’t change that. I started to push past him again, this room suddenly feeling way too small, but once again he shifted in front of me.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Needing to get to work,” I snapped.
He pushed me back against the wall. “I want to be inside you while you’re pregnant.”
Grabbing my hips, he lifted me. My breath escaped on rapid beats of my heart as I placed my hands on his broad shoulders. “You can’t mean here,” I hissed.
“Just wrap your legs around me and be quiet,” he said as he reached a hand between us and parted his robes. His cock was hard inside his boxers, and he quickly pushed them down to free it. My pulse was pounding in my head, vibrating in my cheeks as I thought about all the reasons this was a bad idea.
But then he was pulling my stretchy trousers down my ass and pulling aside my panties. The fabric dug into my thighs, but my focus was on his cock as he rubbed it between my lips. Lifting his head, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Then he stepped forward and rammed all the way in in one smooth stroke, pressing me hard against the wall. He panted into my mouth as he rocked his hips. My legs locked around him as I met him thrust for thrust, the pleasure soon overriding the dry pain and wetting the area. He lifted his head so he could look down between our bodies, watching as his cock slid into me.
Placing a hand on my stomach, he pulled out, then pushed back in. “I’m going to fuck you when you’re swollen, when your belly is so round you can’t see my dick.”
A moan escaped me at the thought of him actually hanging around that long. Of him wanting and choosing to be around me.
He placed his hand over my mouth and shushed me. A low chuckle escaped him when I bit his palm, my eyes narrowing on his face.
Removing his hand, he kissed me again, his tongue swirling inside as his cock thrust into me. He went slowly, but it didn’t feel like a punishment this time. It didn’t feel like a need for dominance over a silly bet.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I cupped the back of his head as I kissed him fully. His hips bucked faster, and the hand on my stomach pressed a bit harder. “Come for me, Evangeline,” he rasped against my lips. “Come on my cock with my child inside you.”
He moaned as he swept his tongue back inside my mouth. His hips banged me hard against the wall. We both froze at the loud noise, waiting to see if anyone came over to check on what it was.
I rolled my lips in as his eyes lit with laughter.
A second passed by.
Then another.
Rocking his hips, he started up again – just as two feet stopped outside the door. A double tap sounded on the wood. The handle was jiggled.
“Hello? Are you okay?” a man asked, his voice one of concern.
“Yes,” I croaked, tapping Redric’s shoulders as a signal to get him to stop for a second.
The fucker did not.
As my pussy clenched around him, I tried not to think about how the shop keeper could use his key to open the door and catch me with Redric’s hard cock inside me.
Clearing my throat, desperate to get the guy to go away, I said, “I just fell a bit trying on clothes.” I bit my cheek as Redric slid his hand down from my stomach to my clit. Pressing down on it, he started to rub.
“Do you need any assistance?” the man asked.
“No! No, I’m okay.” I squeezed my eyes shut as my whole body quivered, poised on the edge, turned on even more by the close proximity of being caught.
“Okay then... Just holler if you need anything.”
As his footsteps faded away, I slapped Redric in the face. “What the hel? He could’ve –”
My head fell back as his finger pushed inside me, sliding along his cock. But instead of going in and out, it curled up and hit that delicious fucking spot.
Covering my mouth with his, he smothered all my moans and whimpers that carried me over the edge of ecstasy. My body jerked on a spasm, but his pressed me tight against the wall, forcing me to endure endless waves of pleasure as he continued to fuck me. My pussy pulsated around his cock and finger, and he groaned into my mouth.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmured. “Keep coming on me until I fill you with my cum.”
Groaning, he shoved in deep one last time, his finger stilling as he emptied inside me. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, and my head fell against his chest as he stayed there holding me. He slipped his cock out of me, but kept his finger in. Curling it slowly, he whispered against my head, “We’re going to have a girl. And then a boy. And then another girl.”
“Now hold on a second,” I said, lifting my head. “This is a one deal thing. Once she’s out, that’s it. You’ll raise her in Vyla and I’ll go back to work.”
“I can be a stay at home dad.”
“That’s not what I –”
“I know what you mean,” he said, nipping the base of my throat where it met my shoulder. “But for a moment, I’m pretending I don’t. Can’t you just let us have that?”
I exhaled sharply but stayed quiet.
He pressed his lips against my skin. Then his hand back against my stomach. “Thank you,” he murmured. I assumed he was talking to my womb, so I didn’t reply. But then he lifted his head and looked directly at me. “Thank you for not being the same bitch you were in war.”
My mouth splitting wide, I stared at him. And then I laughed loud and deep. “Thank you for being instantly obsessed with me.”
He shook his head, but his grin was so fucking obvious and it made my heart flip inside my chest. “You have the weirdest mind, you know that?”
I pressed a hand to my stomach. “Better get used to it,” I said, “because our kid’s going to have half of it.”
Grinning like a fool, he kissed me.