homeless_pard | Later...home

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Later...home

Who: Khem, Jason
When: Home from WW.
What: Hello pregnancy?

She woke, smiling; how could she not? She was home, in her own bed in the rooms above the shop and her husband was beside her, hair honey in the light that leaked past the curtain. He worked late, so she oft woke before he did, with much to do in this world. Shops were open during the day after all and she had been away some time. Like they'd be short of many key items and no few medicines for her regulars. It felt wonderful to be back in the place she had made for herself honestly. She trusted her high lord to handle the horses that had come with them, and to look upon the grander view of their realm. She had...here.

Here and a husband and it was a wonderful thing. She kissed him gently before slipping from the bed. No matter they'd been months and months upon the search for her anchors in her old world and coming back to the gate, the wonder that was wedded life hadn't faded in the least for her. Her lord, her Jason, had chosen to cleave unto her. She had only to share him with her sworn high lord, a fealty as ingrained and accepted as breathing. Her Jason wouldst ever look for the feeling of the high lord's fangs, and betimes his bed. But otherwise he was hers and she wouldst never time of that fact.

Her bed. Their bed. It was enough to bring heat to her cheeks as she slipped down the stairs to the living quarters above the shop and set her kettle to brewing. Skilled was a mild term to apply to her love honestly. Heated mayhap, eager to share his knowledge...

...skill...

...she poured her morning tea without truly realizing, and lifted the cup to her lips when her talisman of Gunnora flared hot, truly burning and sharp against her chest. She yelped and dropped the cup, cup shattering on the floor as she bent forward to get the molten feeling gem off her skin. Ouch ouch ouch...she looked down at the mark on her chest, bewildered, then turned to go downstairs further to the greenhouse. A burn ointment, best to keep this...mild...and then he was staring at the mark for a moment, considering. What, and why?

What and why indeed?

How long had...her tea was not harmful unless...

...when had she last had a cycle?

She blinked, considering amongst the waving greenery in the glass house.

Unless she was three months in.

Almost on cue with the realization there was roil of mild nausea, she winced and fled back upstairs.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh dear.

She wiped her mouth and brushed her teeth, eyes large and dark in the mirror when she dared glance. She had to go...wake Jason. Right now. Yes. Wake him and apologize.

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He somehow paled even further. "Not a chance," he nearly shuddered. "Even if they believed the kid was mine they'd be worse than anyone here; probably think they have to save the kid from the 'monster's' influence."

She...blinked, drawing back enough to look at him face? "Lady Gillan and Lord Herrel most certainly wouldst not!"

He blinked as well until that registered. "Oh. Oh. No, yeah, I didn't know you meant Herrel and Gillan, I thought...no, Herrel and Gillan are fine."

"They are your chosen parents and those the only ones you have," she nodded firmly. "And you my Jason are not a monster."

His expression softened and he kissed her gently. "I love you."

He glanced down at her deceptively flat belly, his nervousness still dancing along his skin. "So. Uh...I think we should maybe go see Lillian. I don't know if she knows...baby stuff...but I think better start with her. And..." he frowned, "Maybe we not say anything to anyone else just yet? I...I'd rather think of how to tell Nat and Beryl before they hear from anyone else."

"And I you my Jason," she assured quietly.

Ah why hadn't she thought of Lillian?! "That is a wonderful idea! Dame Lillian will be a calming visit..." which could only help!

Oh. Oh no no no. "Ah...I didn't think," she winced. Poor Beryl and Nathaniel.

Calming. Well, maybe? Yeah, maybe Lillian could help ease some fears. Or make them worse in his mind.

He held her close. "Not like it was something we were planning, Khem. But yeah, I think they should hear it first from us: once word gets out it's probably going to spread fast."

How not? Pregnancies weren't common with shifters since they all knew what the end result would inevitably be, but with Khemrys not being a lycanthrope like the rest of them there would be a lot of curious optimism.

Oh Gunnora would have something to say about that once they knew! Yes she would have strong words with this reality!

"Yes, very much so, I'd not wish to hurt them but..." that was inevitable to a degree it seemed. "Would it be cruel to ask they be godparents?" It might be, she wasn't certain about this world.

Spreading fast? Ah, yes the Circus and the Rodere all enjoyed talking...

Jason swallowed. "I...wouldn't think so? But let's let them get used to the idea before springing something like that on them."

He still found himself stealing nervous glances at her belly. "And maybe some time for us to...get used to the idea too? Before we...start all that?"

Yes, that was perhaps best, but who else would stand so well as godparents? "Yes, time."

She followedhis gaze down to her belly and chuckled softly, "...ah? Adjusting in what manner my Jason?" What was there to adjust here?

He looked at her, fragile and bewildered. "Seriously? You...you don't think of this as something to have to adjust to?"

She blinked? "It is...a normal thing between those who are wed? Though I admit likely I will be less able to handle the house and shop entire as time goes?" But she would do her utmost to manage despite? "Touching my stomach shall not harm any of us?" But he seemed so...hesitant!

He blinked back at her stomach with a rising sense of panic. He knew that if he balked here it could hurt her...but holy shit. His hand shook as he reached out, barely brushing over the front of her...well, it was almost her belly, but it ended up being close to her hip. He swallowed the rising panic back. "Maybe between normal...human people. But you being Old Blood and me...lycanthropes just don't have kids, Khem. It wasn't something I'd really...considered being possible, never mind this...soon."

"But my Jason we are also just people," she chuckled softly, reaching down to grip his wrist and carefully move his hand for him. "And people may have normal moments in their lives. If this is too soon, f it is frightening, then we may choose otherwise. That is still, and always, an option." So being afraid was rather pointless wasn't it?

He stared quietly as she moved his hand; it still shook, but he offered no resistance. If anything, his nervous energy calmed slightly when there was no change: her belly was still and flat under his hand, betraying nothing of what was happening beneath.

"Khem, I..." he shook his head softly, his voice struggling to be audible. "How? Khem, how could we...what if this ends up being a fluke? What if it really is that hard for us...I...I don't know if I could do that to you, take that away from you when we don't know if we could again." He paused and added almost guiltily, "Sorry...from us. Not...not just you."

Flat and warm and relaxed more than a bit from her earlier panic yes. Reassuring her husband meant she had to be calm and it helped her see the early spiral was, frankly, silly. She'd likely fall apart again in time but for here and now she had her feet under her.

"I will live a very long time my Jason, as might you with Mattil's blessings given when you arrived in my world. We will have time. So much of it you might even grow quite bored with me," she meant that to come out teasingly? "And as active as you enjoy life my Jason it will not be our one and only chance." Now that they knew it was possible at all.

Now he did pull his hand away, gently, to wrap around her back and pull her close again. "I'm not going to get bored with you," he chided lightly. He leaned forward and rested his nose behind her ear, grounding himself with her scent. "We do have time. So let's...wait a bit before we make any decisions. It's just...still too much of a shock right now to think clearly. Ok?"

And maybe they wouldn't even have to decide: maybe Lillian would show them the test was wrong...and the amulet...and that warm scent Gunnora always sent out when she was near....

Yyyyyyeaahhhh...

"Alright, we don't make any choices yet then," she nodded, kissing his shoulder. "But do we reach out to Dame Lillian now?" Now now? Better to know wasn't it?

"She'll be making herself tea at this time, not sleeping." She often supervised the late afternoon through very early morning time at the clinic!

He stole another quick breath and nodded. "Yeah, can you call her? I'll...get dressed and down some coffee."

She squeezed him gently then nodded, "of course my Jason. I should have set your coffee brewing earlier." That was unkind of her honestly! Still, she could go to the table tended to leave her small phone on and get it out of it's silk pouch!

That earned a small smile and an eyeroll. "You brew coffee this early and I'd have had no choice but to wake up and drink it."

Because how do you sleep through the smell of freshly brewed coffee?

But he was glad that she had a task and couldn't watch his shaking hands try to dress himself in something better suited than random laundry found on the ground.

She still wasn't fond of phones, and speaker was still easiest for her so Jason was well able to hear the conversation. "Yes hello Dame Lillian...ah, no I was not called in at all my apology for calling so early for you."

"Don't worry about that dear, I was probably going to call you today some of teh scout teams ran into something and..."

"I'm always happy to aid," she agreed with a chuckle, "but my lord Jason and I were hoping you might be able to also run tests upon me?"

"Tests? What kind of tests?"

"Ah...it seems we may be expecting?" She winced at the sound of the phone on Lillian's end being dropped.

It was a good thing that Jason was in the other room so she couldn't see the color drain from his face when she so, in his mind, bluntly told Lillian. He tried to get control of his face and hurried out, waving to get Khem's attention.

"Just tell her we're on our way," he whispered loudly. He may have even forgotten about wanting coffee.

She stared at him a moment, "my Jason, pour your coffee into a thermos or you will be worse by the time we arrive," she instructed firmly.

"I heard him, I'll have some things assembled here, I assume we're not really announcing this yet?" Lillian sighed, recovering her composure.

He stopped and looked around him, then absently grabbed a travel mug and started prepping a cup of coffee to go. All the while grumbling softly to himself over Lillian's comment. He turned suddenly, "She doesn't have a bunch of people there now, does she? Lillian," he called out, "is it busy? Should we wait?"

He could hear her tinny response from the phone's speaker. "You'll be fine. Anyone curious we just say Khemrys is checking in; she does work here, Jason. Just...drive carefully."

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