(Small Fry Chapter 3)
“Hmm.”
Ki rubbed his jaw, as he
looked on my results somewhat perplexed.
Declan and I looked on worriedly, as he read the results on the
hand-held medical scanner.
“What is it?” My husband
asked in concern. “What’s wrong?”
I was lying on the couch in
the lounge room, as was the custom for my once a week check-ups. Declan was sitting to the side holding my
hand. Our Medicine Man was running a
deep, cellular scan, of both mother and baby.
“I can see what Uncle
Declan means, by your bloodthirsty behaviour.” He reported. “Aunt B, your muscle density has increased by
ten percent. Right now, you’re as strong
as a male Lokoti Werewolf.”
“Really?” I sat up right in surprise. “Is that a good sign?”
“I think so,” he frowned,
appearing the opposite. “Your body is
making adjustments for carrying a mini European Werewolf inside of you. It’s compensating, by taking on some of Uncle
Declan’s strength. It’s why you’re
craving his blood right now, for its regenerative properties as well as his
physical prowess.”
“Yeah, but besides B taking
on my faster healing and strength; she’s also taking on some of my character
traits.” He told Ki.
“Declan!” I whacked him on
the arm, to shut up.
“Such as?” Our Medicine Man looked on enquiringly.
“The hunger and some of the
other urges attributed to my bloodlust,” he continued.
“Declan!” I whacked him again, as I sat upright on the
couch.
“Can you elaborate?” Ki listened.
“Like some of my needs and
wants in the bedroom.” He put it
politely.
“Declan, Ki doesn’t need to
hear this!” I objected, in embarrassment.
“Oh dear,” our physician
frowned. “You’re not getting rough between the sheets, are you? Because Aunt B is still in the first
trimester, there’s the risk of miscarriage and -”
“B and the baby are safe,
Ki.” He interrupted, taking
offence. “I’m letting her get rough with
me, but I keep my claws to myself.”
“Good.” Our medical practitioner instantly looked
relieved. “That’s good to hear, Uncle
Dec.”
“I mean, I like it so much
that I’m using every bit of willpower I have, not to get rough with her…” he
muttered, looking away.
“It’s good to hear that
you’re exercising restraint.” Ki cleared
his throat.
“…and sometimes I have to
do the times tables in my head, so I don’t flat-out maul her in the throws of
passion...” he said under his breath.
We gave him a peculiar
look, but he didn’t see. He was too
wrapped up in his own thoughts, as he stared at the floor. Declan seemed to be talking to himself, let
alone to the two other people in the room.
“…it’s just nice to see
someone else go through what I have for years; the lust, the hunger, the
downright desperation, to devour the person...”
We exchanged glances when
Declan finally snapped out of it.
“Huh, what?” He sat up straighter. “You were saying, Ki?”
