(Small Fry Chapter 4)
“OK, lets talk about this.” I sighed, as I put down my empty mug. “Let’s get everything out into the open and
deal with it now, so we can just move on.”
“Maybe we should,” Ki said flatly, “preparations are
certainly going to need to be made.”
“Instead of panicking and crying out, ‘oh my god we’re
all going to die’, let’s review the first fact that I obviously live through
this pregnancy. The second fact is, I
will be having girls.” I looked up at
Declan, thinking this would make him feel better. “The third fact, what you just saw in there
happened to OTHER females. It’s not
going to happen to me.”
“How can you be so sure, B?!” My mate whirled around in anger. “I just saw
female European Werewolves die in childbirth, women with twice your strength!”
“Was the male European Werewolf who knocked them up,
with them?” I asked knowingly.
“No -” he began, but I cut him off.
“Were any werewolves male or female, around to share
their blood with the injured mother?” I
asked again.
“No, usually the mothers were alone and gave birth in
hiding.” He answered.
“So there you go.” I said simply. “I’m not going to have this baby alone, so if
I need blood, I’m sure my mate or pack will back me up.”
Ki spoke distantly, “The female European Werewolves
weren’t just impregnated by the males of their species, but also by
humans. However, their babies still
developed as full-blooded European Werewolves.
We saw a couple of images of the baby, morphing into its larger European
Werewolf shape whilst inside the mother.
It ruptured the amniotic sack, as well as split the mother’s stomach
wide open, which in most instances killed both.”
“But that’s not going to happen to me,” I said firmly.
Suddenly, Declan roared in anger, with his face bright
red and tears streaming from his eyes.
“HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE, BIANCA?!”
The volume not only made me jump, but it also made Ki
snap to.
“Uncle, please.” He said quietly. “Yelling at Aunt B isn’t going to solve the
problem. We have to remain calm.”
I glared back, “Because this baby is half Lokoti
Werewolf, so she’s got my genes too.”
Our Medicine Man rubbed his face, “I asked the
computer to show us your future, so we could confirm your pregnancy will have
no complications? However, it said it
has difficulty calculating your future at times. It said a white light from an unknown energy
source, blocks your timeline, so it can’t predict your path. All it could say is that you have three
children, which are all girls. It said
it saw you in the distant future, when the girls were grown, but it couldn’t
project what the deliveries will be like.”
“What good is this frickin’ smart computer, if it
can’t tell us THAT?!” Declan growled
out.
Then he kicked an unused couch so hard, it squealed
across the floor several meters away!
“Vincent used to say the same about trying to predict
my future.” I sighed.
“When you’re six months along, I’ll put the pack on
alert.” Ki took a deep breath. “As soon as we sense your labour, you’ll have
fourteen male Lokoti Werewolves on standby as blood donors… as well as Declan,
of course.”
The father of my child turned back around to glare
tearfully out at the storm. It had begun
to rage outside, drenching the land in a thick downpour as its strong
downdrafts blew fiercely. We saw the
vegetation bend and flex in the gale, as its’ roots struggled to hold on.
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