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The Boyfriend Chronicles

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This story is No. 9 in the series "The Cradle Will Fall". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Scenes in the life of the girls with their boyfriends and close friends, how do the parents handle that their little girls are growing up?

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Anita Blake > Multiple Pairings(Past Donor)lckybrFR1885,14842413,82529 Jan 0919 Feb 14No

Maybe

Hello All! I want you to have a better understanding of the original chracters i've created for the girls, so i thought what fun it would be to create this here! It'll also give you a glance at what it's like for their parental units to deal with The boyfriends....So...please read and enjoy!

As per Usual

Ali

Note: This scene starts after Confessions and before Seeing Blind...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the AB characters or the BTVS characters, i do however own Shi, Robby, and the twins (i'm moving up in the world), i still recieve no profit from any of this.

Maybe


“Are you sure?” there was no tremor in his voice, just the question. His brown eyes were serious, as I’ve ever seen them.

“Yes.”

He sighed, looked away from me, hands running through his hair. I tried to read his face but he just wore a blank mask, his emotions shut down tightly.

“Are you sure?” he asked again and I made a sound of aggravation, my hands on my hips, “For fuck sakes I’m fucking sure okay!”

Shi glanced at my stomach then up at my face then back to my stomach. I fought off the urge to cover the still flat area.

“Are-“

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time I’m going to hurt you.” The words were whispered, dangerous.
We were on the roof of the Circus the only place with guaranteed privacy.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, the wind blowing his hair away from his face. He was taller than me, body lean and muscled from years of martial arts and just recently weight lifting. But he was still young; my stomach gave an unpleasant jolt.

“I just want to make sure, ‘he shrugged somewhat helplessly, “I’ve never had this happen before…”
My eyes narrowed, I leaned my hip against the railing looking down at the empty parking lot. My stomach was tight with nerves, my fingertips numb.

“Me either.” I replied sullenly.

“I thought you were on the pill?” his words were hesitant, I didn’t look at him.

“I was…but I had to take some antibiotics it cancels out the birth control and the condom…” I trailed off with a shrug, “I’ve never been late before.”

“You haven’t got tested?”

“No.” because if it came back positive you didn’t know what the hell you were going to do, you almost hadn’t even wanted to tell him.

My throat was tight, I had the sudden urge to cry…If I really was pregnant Ma would have a shit fit and Papa…he’d probably kill us. I wrapped my arms around myself; ducking my head to hide the sudden tearing of my eyes…I took a deep shuddering breath but didn’t answer.

We’d only been together once…Just once and fuck I can’t believe I’d thought it would be enough. We were both superhuman; I should have realized he’d have superhuman sperm. My hands were shaking, throat tight. I swallowed hard, hugging myself and trying hard not to cry and he stood across from me looking like a lost kid and not the seventeen year old he was.

“Okay.” He shook his head, took a deep breath and said it again. I didn’t look up at him; if I did I’d probably start crying. He moved, shoes coming into my line of sight, “If you are…its okay.” He sounded surer now.
I shook my head, “I-“my voice cracked, bottom lip trembling. He pulled me to him, and I bit my lip allowing him to hold me. He kissed my head, arms wrapped tightly around me. He smelled like mint, and underneath it was the fresh clean smell of pine, of pack. I snaked my arms across his waist, my face in his neck.
He rubbed circles on my back, “We’ll go get a test…Don’t worry.”

“What if I am?” the words were shaky.

“If you are it’ll be okay.” The words were honest, sure.

I didn’t reply.
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