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Of all the things that could have happened to her. This! This!
Miorine’s about ready to puke again.
Two blue lines stare back at her, and it’s the most contrasting color in her stark white bathroom. She places the pregnancy test beside two others on the sink.
What a great idea it was to seduce someone from the Incubation Party! Miorine was near feral at that point. But not enough to not be picky with her partner.
The scent of crisp apples and lemons started her heat, and it was also the scent that ended it with the most satisfying soreness and weeks of limping that had Chuchu sick to the stomach from laughing at the sight of her.
There were hickeys all over her body, too many. The only thing missing was probably a mating bite.
“God, I’m going to be late for work.”
“What’s the plan?”
She looks up at the small picture of two blobs and thinks, “How could something so tiny and formless be human?”
Miorine tucks the photo in her breast pocket, patting it for a good measure, “I’m keeping them.” She had always wanted a child, someone she could nurture with love, the way her mother did with her. The plan came too soon however, like the sire of her children.
“Alright.” Nika puts her notes down and stands beside where Miorine is sitting, she’s unsure if she should hug the shorter woman, “We’ll support you.”
“Thanks.”
Aliyah hands Miorine a freshly brewed cup of tea, “The other parent. Have you called him or her?”
“Her. And I haven’t” She remembers the face and the name, not the whole though. She woke up with a pleasant tingle between her legs, and fresh coffee on the bedside table with a small note attached to it after their intense lovemaking the night before. “I’m planning to. She deserves to know.”
“Well, you better! How else are we going to fuck up the asshole!” Chuchu says, holding a big wrench on her shoulder like a baseball bat.