(Small Fry Chapter 2)
My mate looked on unimpressed, “Mr. Baker?”
“It’s my latest name in the academic circuit.” I shrugged it off.
He asked grumpily, “And how old are you for this latest trip around fantasyland?”
“In my early forties.” I answered. “So getting 'knocked up' won’t look too unusual.”
He reopened my laptop to look on my schedule again, when I snapped it shut once more.
“Quit it!” He said in annoyance. “I need to see how busy you’re gonna be in the next couple of months.”
“This isn’t a normal pregnancy B, this baby is going to drain you! Can you imagine what it's going to be like when you venture off tribal lands?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” I fired up.
“A baby Werewolf will probably move around a lot more than a human baby. You could be standing there on a podium, doing one of your lectures when all of a sudden your stomach goes all wibbly-wobbly. Your audience is gonna think you’re giving birth to an alien!”
I growled in frustration at his continued negativity, before I rolled onto my back to stare up at the ceiling.
Declan continued studying my schedule, as if he were making mental notes. His newly youthful face was a mask of consternation, as his bright blue eyes were wide. I could almost see the cogs turning in his brain, as he was planning for the future.
“I don’t think you should speak at the University in Cairo.” He spoke again.
“Oh yeah and why is that?”
“Because it’s in January and it’s gonna be 40°C in Egypt that time of year. I’m a European Werewolf, which means I’m hot blooded and you've seen how excessive heat makes me go nuts. With the half breed inside you, it’s gonna create problems.”
“Ever heard of air conditioning, Declan? They’ve had this nifty invention since the 20th Century.” I said sarcastically. “Besides, I’ve never had problems with heat and I doubt I’m gonna start now.”