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 Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:30 pm
NOTE: This post contains references to lots and lots of boysex. Nothing explicit but...well, they get pregnant SOMEHOW.
It was...a few days later and the poor cat boy was rather sore. So sore, in fact, the moment he woke up from their sex-induced stupor...He decided he needed a hot bath. A long one. His head turned to look at his love, a small smile on his face. Mordread didn't exactly know what had gotten into the darker man, but he wasn't complaining. Maybe his body was - but he was not. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, the furry man slid out of the bed and walked, albeit slowly, to the bathroom. Mmm. Hot water.
Patrick made a quiet noise, eyes fluttering with a soft pursed lips. His nose wrinkles when he felt the weight leave teh bed and the cold set in. "Mordread?" The dark mans voice was rasping, eyes fluttering slightly... He was SORE, damnit.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned around, already half way there. His head peeked into the room with a warm smile, "You rang, love?" he asked, wincing at bending so far forward. They probably wouldn't be able to walk very well for a long time. Nor would they have another romp in the bed for a while - for once, Mordread was sexed out.
The multicolored eyes squinted, nose wrinkling before twisting to face him, blinking tiredly. "....I hurt." His voice was still rasping, sore from all the screaming and moaning he'd been doing, slowly pushing himself up.
"Me too, love...Wanna share a warm bath?" His green eyes showed merriment as he leaned against the door frame for support. He wanted that warm water to relax his body enough so it didn't feel as if he was as stiff as a steel pole - and not in the good way.
"Mmhmm.." His eyebrows knitted together as the dark man pushed himself up and out of the bed, letting out a quiet noise. "Ow..ow ow ********.." He pursed his lips, head shaking slightly. "What the hell was.."
"I don't know. It was fun while it lasted, love, but we're going to be regretting it for at least a week. Or two," his hand reached out to offer itself to his lover, ready to have them help eachother to the bathroom. It vaguely crossed his mind that his lover was probably in more pain than he was. After all - he had been the bottom that time.
Or for the rest of their lives. Patrick reached for the others hand, pulling himself up with a soft hiss, shuddering. "s**t.. That HURTS.." His eyes closed for a moment, leaning a little into the others frame, hand moving around Mordreads body.
"I know, love. You were like a man possessed, though. Man..." he laughed softly and started to hobble towards the bathroom with the other man, carefully taking the taller man's weight onto him. Even his tail hurt - which wasn't surprising. It had probably been pulled several times during their frenzy, "The bath should help, though."
"I don't know what came over me.." He frowned a little, leaning and nuzzling into the other. Since MOrdread was holding onto him, his hand reached for the nozzle, twisting the warm water on. "Nnn... I feel like I've been pile drived by a whole football team.."
"Three days of sex will do that to you, Patrick," he said softly, helping him to sit at the side of the tub with him, "I've only seen and smelt that a few times, and I've never in humans. Patrick, you smelled as if you were in heat. I don't know why, but that's what made me go so wild. I'm part cat, after all..."
"I went into what?" Patrick blinked at that, stretching slightly as his fingers dipped down, touching the slowly filling tub. "I'm a human. I don't go into heat."
Reclusive Dreams (12:48:59 AM): "I know what I smelled. I don't know why or how, but I do know what I smelled. My body wouldn't have been able to go on so much if I hadn't," he shook his head a little bit, "Maybe you should ask your mother when she drops the kids off."
"Oh..." His face heated up slightly, head dipping with a faint nose, nose crinkling up with a faint sigh. "Maybe I should...but they always said that we were human.. Only human."
"Well, love, a body goes into heat for one reason - it wants children. If it WAS heat you went into, I don't know," he smiled weakly, "It wouldn't hurt to discuss it with her. I know you're a male and male's don't get pregnant. They just don't...Unless you're a seahorse. Which I don't think have heats," he furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
"I'm NOT a seahorse. I hate the water." he grumbled slightly, nose crinkling up. "And I can't get pregnant. I'm a boy." Patrick frowned and, when the water was warm enough, slid back down against the water, submerging himself and patting his lap for Mordread.
Mordread happily obliged, giving a little moan as he felt the water envelop him, "Mmm...So good," he murmured, closing his eyes, "And I know you're a boy. I'm very aware of that...Your mom's coming with the kids sometime today, right? Just may as well ask."
"Probably.." He grumbled, pressing a soft, pierced kiss to Mordreads shoulder. Dark arms wrapped around his diminutive lover, chin resting on his skin slightly. "I'll ask her.."
Mordy smiled and turned his head to look at him, "I love you," he murmured, nuzzling back against him as he let the hot water soak his tired, sore body. It was so nice to have the warm embrace of both water and his lover.
"Love you too." He smiled quietly, nuzzling once more against the other. But...there was a niggling in the back of his head. Female cats went into a simaler heat when they were ready to have kittens..no male of ANY species he knew gave off the '******** me NOW' type waves unless they were hermaphrodite frogs or something... He was worried...
It was a good hour soaking before he heard a knock at the door, "Someone's at the door..." his body was still sore - but it was about 10 times better than it had been before. The water, thankfully, actually helped him. For being a cat and not liking water very much...He was starting to love it for what it did.
"I'll do it.." A soft grumble, kissing at his neck and moving Mordread to the side of the bathtub. "Coming!" Calling out, standing with a grab at the towel, wrapping it around his waist. A brief tightening before moving to to the front door. "Coming, com--Hey, mom."
"Oh my god! You're bruised all over!"
Mordread soon followed, wrapped in a towel as well - though it fit him like a dress. It looked rather amusing, actually, "Hello, Mrs. White," came his voice as he moved slowly to the couch and managed to sit down. The cat boy could barely stand, still. He was still rather tired, but he wouldn't let that show. He just needed to sit down.
Too bad for Mordread. Akuti barreled in, tackling the catboy with a happy squeal. She was wearing a red hair ribbon and looked so very excited. "Daddy M! We had yummy food and I gots a ribbon!"
Deliah was holding a sleeping Yashima, Akilah and Lahela - yes. All of them were asleep. She was beaming and looking EXCEEDINGLY proud of herself. "Hello! Mordread, what did you DO to my baby?"
Mordread winced as the satyr girl tackled him, but fell back on the couch and wrapped his little girl up in his arms, "Oh that's wonderful, sweet heart! Your ribbon looks so very beautiful on you my little Aphrodite," he chuckled softly and nuzzled into her hair, looking over to his lover's mother.
"A little of this...A little of that....A LOT of something else. Nothing that you'd want to hear details on."
She beamed up at him, cuddlig close against Mordread, arms wrapping around him happily. "I like the color red! Like Daddys eyes." She nodded, humming and cuddling still. Deliah simply arched her eyebrows, moving towards the bedroom and dropping the children off.
"Iamel is with one of the other...winged things right now. He called him a pirate?" She shrugged, nose wrinkling. "And the kingfisher...flew off. God knows where he is."
"DAX IS MISSING?!!!!!?!" Mordread screamed, sitting up rather quickly, though careful of Akuti in his arms, "YOU LET MY SON GO OFF?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" Okay. So Mordread was overreacting - but the child was his first. And currently, only that could move and wasn't made out of goo.
Her eyebrow arches slightly. "We were by the park." Her voice was dry at that, looking at the kitty boy with amusement, "He said something about the koi fish and flew off, according to Iamel, before we dropped Iamel off. I wouldn't call it missing so much as enjoying a nice lunch outside of the prying eyes of humans."
"He probably doesn't even know the way HOME!" he was breathing heavily now, stroking at the satyr girl's hair gently to calm himself down. Mordread was...very over protective when it came to the children, it seemed.
"Iamel does," Patrick supplied, sitting down near Mordread, stroking his kittens ear soothingly. "He knew when he was a woodpecker too, love. Calm down." Akuti was scared, obviously. o.o Clinging to Mordread
The cat boy calmed down, both for Akuti's sake and the fact his lover was now stroking at his ears, "Mmph. But.. It's...Dax..."
"And he's psycho. Psychos manage to remember weird things." He grinned, laughing and pressing a kiss against his lovers temple. "Mother wouldn't let a defenseless birdie fly off."
"He ate all the fish in my aquarium."
"He's a King fisher. Fishers do that. Buy new fish," Mordread didn't think fish could cost too too much. He'd been to the pet store and seen tiny little fishies going for 10 cents a piece. Couldn't be too bad, right? Right. Besides, even fish to eat didn't cost him more than a few dollars a pound.
"It's not EASY to find some of those fish! One of them cost me one hundred k in the market place," She sniffed, shoulders rising into a shrug. "I got him lobster ut.."
Mordread blinked, "One hundred thousand? Are you freaking NUTS? Spending THAT much on a FISH? Something that you eat for dinner?!" he blinked again, looking incredibly...appalled that someone would waste money on something that swam and shat all day.
"Well, we don't EAT them. They live in a tank." She stared at Mordread in return, looking completly unruffled.
Patrick broke in, clearing his throat. "Mom. I have a question for you. Ae we fully human?"
She blanched at that, face flushing slighty. "Why do you ask?"
Mordread blinked, "Then what are they good fo--" he was cut off by his lover and gave him 'the eye'. It entertained him that someone would throw away money on a slimy piece of meat - and he wanted to know why. Then again, he was a cat. Cats had a natural appetite for fish.
Patrick ignored him. >_>Eyes on his mother. "BECAUSE, Mother, I'd like to know. My eyes aren't really a genetic defect, are they? Mother?"
She blushed again, running her hand over her hair. "Well...dear.."
Mordread remained quiet, cradling his little girl in his arms and giving her a little tickle. One ear remained tuned into the conversation his lover was having with his mother.
Akuti squealed and laughed, wriggling and batting at his hand with a little grin. "Dadddeee!"
"We had a great grandfather who wasn't...exactly human.."
"Was he a seahorse?"
"What? No! He was a Lashran."
Reclusive Dreams (1:45:48 AM): Mordread giggled and kissed Akuti's head - then paused when he heard the words from Deliah, "Lashran? What's that?" he blinked and snuggled with the little girl, playing with her hair.
"Lashran is an all male-species.." She hesitated, chewing at her lower lip and fluffing her blonde curls slightly. "Well, until they inter-mix with humans. I was the first female with ovaries! You were my only child because...well.." Deliah flushed. "They weren't fully functional, really... We had to do an artificial insemination.."
"Well...how did the Lashran have children if they were all--..oh, ********/> Mordread seemed a little slow at the moment, "I'm confused...." Okay, so it could be blamed on half paying attention and being dead tired. His face was completely blank as he looked over to Patrick.
"They reproduced with each other, didn't they, Ma? They slept with each other and MALES had children!"
"Only lifebearers!" She defended, hands waving in her defense. "Lifebearers are RARE, sweetie!"
"Do...they go into heat, Mrs White?" he asked quietly, looking a little worried at his lover as it suddenly hit him. Was Patrick...? Dear god....
"They...oh, dear, Patrick.." Her voice was small, hand rising to her mouth. "Well..they're SUPPOSED to...around patricks age... You're only nineteen, dear, we thought since you were mostly human.. Oh, but your pupils were so large and you looked like your father in coloring that we thought.."
Mordread reached over and took Patrick's hand, "We should make an appointment, love," his green eyes looked over to Deliah and took a deep breath, "Well, you may be a biological grandmother after all, Mrs. White....Wait, 19?" he raised a brow and looked over to Patrick.
Patrick paused at that, glancing over at his lover sheepishly. "I tell everyone I'm twenty five... I graduated college at seventeen or eighteen." Voice quiet, fingers squezing his hand. "But mom said she couldn't handle a baby - artificial stuff! I could be the same."
"...but, dearheart... You're a lifebearer."
"Mm. I feel old now," Mordread laughed softly, not quite caring that he had lied about his age. Hell, he didn't even know how old he really was, even though he thought he was in his later twenties...A pause as he looked to his lover, speaking to his mother, "What happens when Lifebearers go into heat?"
"It's a 'Cycle' really..." She fusses slightly, chewing at her lower lip. "And only happens a few times in their life... They get..Well.. Im assuming you know, from the looks of you two!"
"Yeah. We know. What is the probability of him being pregnant?" Mordread squeezed his love's hand again, taking a deep breath. It wasn't fair that they hadn't known this - and it was a lot to swollow. But it wasn't as if Mordread wouldn't be happy about the prospect of being a parent. It was to be expected that he'd be happy, considering how maternal he was.
"Well..uhm... Akuti, dear, go get yourself some food?" She distracted the girl and Akuti nodded, tromping off to the kitchen. "...it depends. Did you use Patricks.." She coughed, "For..luberication?"
Patrick paled. "....yeah. A little. Or a lot."
"...then you're probably pregnant."
Mordread took a deep breath, "Well then...Definitely need to make an appointment..." came Mordread's soft voice. He was almost always level-headed and calm. Thankfully.
Patrick wasn't so level headed. He stared from his mother...to his lover...and then - thump. Out cold on the couch. Deliah squeaked, moving towards her son
"You should have told him, you know," he muttered, moving to stroke at his forehead and pat at his cheeks, "Wake up, darling, wake up...."
"I didn't think he'd grow up to be gay!" She protested, sitting near the other, waving at her son. "Or a bottom, for that matter!"
Patrick moaned slightly, wriggling a little.
"When you found out he was gay, you should have told him. And he usually DOESN'T bottom, thank you very much. Apparently, the heat makes you want to." he grumbled and leaned down, kissing at his lips, "Wake up, Patrick."
"We didn't know it happened at nineteen!" And he wakes up slowly, eyes fluttering with pursed lips.
"......what just happened?"
"It doesn't matter WHEN it happens, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD HIM!" Mordread was getting a little frustrated with the blonde. It didn't help that he already didn't have a large fondness for women due to his past, but damn. His green eyes went back to Patrick, "Your mother just told you that you're not quite human and you may be pregnant. And if you pass out on me again, So help me..." he looked worried.
Patrick made a soft noise, eyes going to his mother once more. "I...mom?"
Deliah ignored Mordread, dipping down to cup her sons face, looking worried. "Are you alright, darling? I'm so sorry... I just didn't think it'd ever happen."
He didn't so much like being ignored - but then again, he had been all his life. With a little hmph the cat boy stood up and walked into the kitchen to check on Akuti and help her if she needed.
Patrick made another noise at Mordread stomping off, grabbing for him but...missing miserably. Deliah frowns, helping him sit up and stroking his hair back. "Mordread.." Pouting a little bit.
Mordread came up to Akuti, "Hey, Angel, you find everything okay, or do you need some help?" he'd go back into the living room after giving his love some time with his mother. Who he already was starting to dislike. For, what he thought, was a good reason.
Deliah was just a little bit on the airheaded side. XD She was fluffing patricks hair and trying to get him to cheerup. The boy finally shook his head, taking her hands in his. "Mom.. I'm really tired. Please, can you..."
"Of course, darling." Kissing his forehead. "Call me!" And she flounced out. Akuti just beamed up at him, mouth full of tomato.
Mordread smiled a little bit, ruffled her hair, and walked back into the living room to check on his lover once his mother left, "Everything okay with you, darling?" he asked, moving to sit beside him. He knew that Patrick had a problem with freak outs when the unexpected happened.
Patrick sighed, fiddling with the towel on his lap, frowning up at the others expression. "...didn't mean to pass out." His voice was a soft murmur, hand twisting in the couch cushion.
"I know, you had a little bit of a shock. Are you okay?" he stroked at his cheek gently, looking into his eyes. While Mordread wasn't exactly...sure how he felt about everything, he'd push his own feelings aside, at the moment.
"...how the ******** am I going to give BIRTH?" His voice was still soft, leaning into the touches, eyes closing. "I mean.."
"C-section?" he asked, pulling him into his arms to hold tightly, "I was reading some of the medical books at the library. Rather interest......Nevermind, not the time to discuss books," he smiled sheepishly and rested his head against the darker man's head, "We don't even know for sure if you are."
Patrick clung back, face pressing into his neck. "Well...maybe..if mum had to do an artificial thing...something messed up. Maybe I'm not pregnant. Maybe?"
"Maybe. But what if you are? How do you feel about that? I mean...you wouldn't...You know...." he looked a little worried at the thought of his lover not wanting a child of theirs, no matter the circumstances.
"Wouldn't what? Abort? No!" He shook his head, hugging him tightly close. "I'd... I'd deal with it, i guess? I mean.. adopting a kid is one thing but..the pregnancy doohicky.."
"I know, a scary thought..." he paused as he stroked at him, relief flooding through him as Patrick seemed so adament about not aborting. That made him happy - it was their child, anyway, "I've always wanted a family and children of my own. Biological children, ya know? Thought it'd never happen because of my preference, but...You know...It's a piece of each of us, if you are. It's...As girlish as it sounds, made because we love eachother," his brows furrowed. Cliche and girlish, indeed. But he didn't exactly care right now, "It's...ours."
Patrick smiled briefly at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek gently, eyes closing slightly. "...you're right then... We need to make an appointment somewhere... Just..somewhere to show us it's not deformed or anything.."
A smile faintly touched his lips as he leaned up and kissed his chin lovingly, "I agree. Want me to get the phone book, or do you know of someone? You're the scientist in the family..."
Patrick hesitated, head tilting back just slightly for Mordread to keep kissing, letting his eyes close. "I don't know anyone.. I can ask around but.."
"But?" he asked softly, pulling him close and kissing at his cheek and chin again, "You're still in shock, aren't you?"
"...a little." Leaning closer, nuzzling into him with a sigh. "And it's too soon! it's been..like...a day." Frowning slightly. "We could wait a week or something...Just to make sure.."
"Yeah, we can wait a while, so long as you want love," he stroked at him gently, "Do you hope you're not?"
"That's not it. You just..can't tell after just a day. it takes a few days - a week - to be able to tell." His cheeks heated up, head tilting to press his cheeks against Mordreads. "....we could have little black kitties."
"Or little white kitties with black stripes..." he blinked, "Oh, s**t, I'm a cat. Or part cat. Cats have litters...." his green eyes widened at that thought, "s**t." It wasn't that big of a deal - was it? Could his cat genes..? Or would it be like Lashran genes and only have normal amounts of children?
"Maybe if YOU got pregnant?" He suggests, fingers petting at him still. "I dunno. Let's ask the doctor... When we find one." Smiling faintly, kissing at his cheek softly.
Mordread turned his head to kiss him in return, gently, "We need a bigger place. Or to add on more rooms...Or something...I think your parents should pay or ask Ianna or something. I don't want to move." he had just gotten settled in his first stable residence, ever. He didn't want to move again.
"Neither do I." His nose wrinkles, returning the kiss oncemore with a faint grin. Fingertips stroked at the others back, eyebrows arching. "..Ask Ianna? For what?"
"Matilda, she's some kind of..I unno, uber powerful thing, right? How do you think she got such a big place? It's not like they're rich..." he shrugged his shoulders and snuggled close to his lover.
"You never know.." A faint shrug, eyes closeing as he enjoyed the other being close. "We'll think of something.."
"I know we will. We'll get through everything together. You'll never get rid of me, Patrick," he chuckled softly and looked up at him with those loving green eyes. The closeness, intimacy...Was just lovely.
"Mmph." His eyes close, fingers petting at his back, tips stroking over the others tail. "We'll be okay..."
A soft groan could be heard, then, "You KNOW what my tail does to me..." he murmured, taking a deep breath. It wasn't as if he could do anything - he was too sore, but damn..
"Mm?" He blinks, nose wrinkling. "No. I like petting. Calm your c**k down."
"Easier said than done," he grumbled, chuckling softly and nibbling on his lower lip, happily. It was then he made up his mind - if Patrick was pregnant, he'd propose.
He grinned and stretched out, eyes closing. "I'm hungry... I should get some food, lover.."
"I'll get you something, what do you want?" he stroked his cheek and untangled himself from his lover, standing up slowly.
"Something green?" He murred, eyes sliding open to stare at the other with a grin
"Salad with sesame dressing sound okay?" It was easily made and Mordread was too tired to even cook for himself. Which meant he'd have to share...Not a very pleasant thought for the cat.
He grinned and stretched out slightly, wriggling his
And with that, Mordread went to grab both the phone book and a salad for his lover. Things had an odd way of working out - but he was happy despite the soreness and surprise.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 11:27 am
s**t. s**t s**t s**t, Livejournal wanna be!
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That was my frustration. My parents apparently lied to me my entire life. Patrick White? Not exactly ********. Nope. I'm something called a Lashran, from a world outside of Gaia. Apparently, Mums grandfather was a 'sire' and married a human woman. It went on from there... I was the first boy to be born into the family since then that isn't a 'sire' or a girl - Mum's apparently the first girl with ovaries, but even they were twisted up and mangled. I, proudly enough, am a miracle of Gaia science.
So what am I, you ask, if not a girl or a 'sire'? I am what the Lashran call a 'Lifebearer'. ... I. Can. Get. ********. PREGNANT. THAT'S why I'm short and skinny and ******** GIRLIE LOOKING when my parents are tall and my dad is buff to ******** hell and BACK.
UGHHHHH.
Went into what they call a 'cycle' and - badabing! - Mum thinks I'm pregnant with Mordreads babythings. Or baby. She says twins are almost impossible...thank god... Triplets, unheard of. So at least we're only gaining one.
I don't want to get fat.
I dont want to get bitchy and ugly.
Ugh.
I don't want to be called 'mommy'. I was ******** CONTENT with these kids. I was ******** HAPPY to have ended the parent quest.
Goddamnit.
Another kid.
-Patrick.
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Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 1:57 pm
Dear Journal,
Kind of figured I should get one of these things to get out all the frustrations and joy. And actually have a record of my insanity - and in some cases, my sanity.
Akilah is still being a little...Well, hateful towards me. And I guess little is too small a word. Yashima is same as ever, Lahela's going through a biting stage and Iamel and I are actually getting along. Akuti's..I don't even know how she's changed, it's hard to explain - and damned, I have two new kids.
And apparently, Patrick's pregnant. No, let me rephrase that. Apparently, Patrick May be pregnant. His parents ******** lied to him his entire life. You know, at first I could deal with them. Christian's actually a pretty decent guy. His mother? ********. Nutjob.
Dax doesn't seem to fond of her either. At least we agree on that one thing.
But I won't tell Patrick that. I'd rather keep my testicals, thank you very much sir.
Anyway...What's my reaction? Initially, confusion. Fear. A bit of "What the ********?!" syndrome.
Now? I'm silently gleeing over the fact I may be a biological parent - because anyone who knows me knows that I've always wanted that.
Not that anyone really knows me other than my little family here. But that's beside the point.
However happy I am I'm worried about Patrick. What's going to happen? How's he going to handle it if he is? We already have seven children, can we survive eight? Especially a mix of ourselves? What kind of demon spawn can we create together?
I shudder to really think of it.
Guh.
I just hope my lover will be okay - physically and mentally. And I hope that if he is pregnant, the baby will be nice and healthy.
Because god, I couldn't handle losing it. Or Patrick.
There's my pessimistic, worry-over-nothing side. But I guess that comes with the territory.
Oh well. I should wrap this up, Dax decided to try and eat Penny again
-Mordread
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 9:13 pm
Appointment With Professor Cray Zee In the world of Gaia, a strangely empty maternity would be found. Mainly because of where it was situated. The inside was mainly of pale blue and white, no posters or leaflets or any kind were to be found.
Infact it would of looked like no body had stepped foot in the place at all if it wasn't for how clean the place was, and the bell on the desk. A small sign next to it reading "please ring bell for assistance".
Though a computer could just be seen through the reception window, flickering slightly now and again.
"Come on, Patrick," came the cat-boy's voice, his hands twisting at his flannel shirt nervously. It was still the shirt he wore more often than anything else, and it was showing the wear-and-tear it had received over the past months. Talk about sentimental things - it was, after all, given to him by his lover, "We're going to be late for the appointment..."
His hand reached for the door and pulled it open, holding it in it's position for his pregnant lover. They already knew he was. They just knew it. The appointment was just an official way to smack their faces with it - and to see if everything was fine and healthy, "Patrick!"
"No! No, c'mon...Goddamnit, Mordread!" The dark man was being a wee bit snarky, arms folding over his chest with a grumble. "I don't want to ******** be told I have spawn in my body!"
He moved inside anyway, hands sneaking down to cover his quickly growing stomach. Patrick was larger then he'd ever been...he didn't like it. "WHY are we....
"There's no one here?" Frowning, sliding further inside, past his lover, glancing around. "Hello?"
There was no answer to the hello, only the odd quite bussing noise of the Computer screen flicking now and again.
Mordread sighed, "We already know that you are, Patrick, but we owe it to whatever it is inside you to make sure it's progressing in a healthy way, right?" he looked at him tiredly and went to the counter, looking around for someone there. He didn't find anyone - but he did find a sign.
"Please ring bell for assistance. Hmph. Fine." he patted the bell a few times, the tinkling sound filling the area before he turned to look at his lover, "You know, you don't have to try and hide it. I think you look just as good, if not better, than ******** you, catbitch. That's what Breeders say." His voice was instintanious, snappish and snarky.... but he was instantly concentrate, shoulders hunching slightly. "...sorry, Mordread. I didn't mean it. I was just..."
Patrick groaned, running his hand through his hair, sighing and wrapping his arms around the cat, fingers petting at the others tail in apology. "Meh. I'm just fat. ******** it. I demand a goddamn csection. Now."
There was a sudden bang and moan from under the counter, as though something hit it's head. A hand shakily grabbed hold of the edge of the desk and pulled up a rather odd looking Doctor with a red Turbin on his head.
A matching dot in the middle of his head.
Once he got his composure, he stood up right and grinned widely at the pair. "Welcome! I have been expecting you! I-"
Cray's eyes had caught sight of Patrick's belly, suddenly slouching and tilting his head as he stared at the man. "You're rather.... Fat aren't you?"
Mordread shot a rather hurt look at Patrick when those hateful words spilled from his mouth. He was about to apologize when Patrick beat him to it and he sighed softly, leaning into his lover and giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder, "No, you're just pregnant, there's a diff--" he was cut off by the doctor coming in.
Mordread turned his head, eyebrow raising and his tail twitching. This - THIS was their doctor? Ahem. And did he just call Patrick FAT?
Oh god. They were ALL dead. Quickly his arms moved to restrain the no-doubt irate black man, "Patrick, Patrick CALM down. Ignore it."
Fat?
Did that scum sucking son of a b***h just call him FAT?! Those red and black eyes glowed with anger at that, body jerking closer. "You p***k! I'm going to ******** KILL YOU!"
That's when Mordread got in the way. The dark male pushed at his lover with a snarl, murder written on his face. "I am NOT ******** FAT!"
Cray stepped immediately away from the desk as the crazy, murderous male started moving forward. He didn't look too phased, but it brought him back to reality. "There's nothing wrong with being fat! In fact a lot of fat people walk out of here."
Yes, that knowledge was certainly backed up with how "busy" the place was.
Coughing to side step further conversation on that matter, he smiled pleasantly and asked. "What can I do for you two anyway? Do you have an appointment with the Professor?"
Mordread, being pushed at, toppled over and landed on his tail. Hard.
His tail? Way too sensitive to be landed on. He let out a loud yowl, tears immediately springing to his eyes as the pain shot through his spine and immobilized him for a few seconds before he rolled over, off his tail, and onto his stomach.
Patrick had BETTER apologize. Weakly he grumbled, "There's a difference between fat and pregnant. And yes we have an appointment."
His voice was tinged in pain as he slowly stood himself up, nursing his tail gingerly.
Patricks eyes flew open and his anger immediately faded. He was hormonal, yeah, and angry in ways he hadn't even started to believe in, but...that was HIS kitty. Under his pigment, the dark man went pale, ducking down and pulling MOrdread up...helping him, anyway.
"I'm so sorry." Voice small, face pressing into him, frowning and nuzzling into him. "I didn't mean to push you. I'm sorry."
Theeeeen Cray caught his eyes. Blinking slightly, frowning a little. "We have an appointment. The White family. I'm Patrick-" He might've accidently said 'Pat' when calling, "And this is Mordread."
Looking over his desk, Cray pursed his lips wincing a little. "Do you want a Bandaid?" He asked as the Cat man was pulled back up.
But his attention was taken away when Patrick answered his questions. All he did was reach out a hand and press a key on the keyboard, not even looking at it. "Ah I see...... Well, I shall go get the Professor then shall I?"
Grinning oddly, he took a step back and continued to side step out of the reception to a door in the back of the small room. It obviously led to where the Professor's room was.
"Bandaids won't help, but thanks," he answered, turning his head to look at Patrick - who, it seemed, had gone back to normal. At least, as normal as could be for the black man.
"It's okay," he said softly, stroking at his face gently. He was still sore, both literally and figuratively, but he understood Patrick's hormones. God knew he'd been around enough pregnant women to understand what his lover was going through.
He didn't even notice the odd man leave.
"I....That kid seems weird." Frowning and sighing, hugging the kittyboy tighter against him. His face pressed itself into the others milky neck, fingers rubbing gently at his back.
"I'm sorry, kitten... I've gotten angrier and sappier and... Please let the doctor be normal." The catboy was on the recieving end of the sigh, nuzzling into his temple. "Pleaaase."
Suddenly bursting through the door next to the reception area, was Cray, this time without the turbin on his head. Though, the red dot was still on his forehead.
"Hi there! I'm Professor Cray Zee and I'm your Maternity... Doctor." He winced slighty at the word Doctor. He wasn't a Doctor, and he hated it when people said that was his title.
Doctor's were crazy people!
Well, he was a damn crazy person. Mordread stared at the man and clung slightly to Patrick. This man was going to take care of them and their child? Oh dear god.
"Ahem...Hellllo..." he said slowly, wondering vaguely if he should start inching towards the door with his lover, "I'm Mordread...That's Patrick...and uh..." he shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to really react to the insane man.
Especially since he was still half clouded with pain.
Oh god. Oh GOD. It WAS him. Patrick paled under his melinin, clinging further against his little cat person. "And..uh. I'm pregnant. 99 percent sure. We came for a confirmation."
There. That was it. Be the bigger man, Patrick! You were the dominant one! ....kind of. ...he WAS pregnant, though...
Cray blinked at both of them, not because of how they were acting with finding out they had a rather crazy doctor, but because a man was pregnant without his help. He was just gawking at them, mouth open just a little.
"Yoou're... defiantly sure you're pregnant? Not seeking help with that?"
"Definitely sure, definitely not seeking help," Mordread said as he rubbed his lover's back gently, "Patrick's part Lashran - a race of males who can get pregnant. Unfortunately, we didn't exactly know about it..."
He shrugged his shoulders lightly and rested his head against Patrick's shoulder - being shorter than him. If he hadn't been so short he would have kissed the other's forehead to help soothe him.
"My parents figured the blood had thinned out enough... And I was the first gay guy in our family SINCE then so.." He grumbled quietly, ducking down a bit to hug the little cat boy closer.
"And I'm positive, doctor. Look!" With that, his dark hands dipped down, dragging the shirt up, over his swollen belly. That face twisted up in something NOT amusement but....eh. "Baby. Might be more then one because kitty here is...well, he's a kitty."
Bending over so he could get a better look at the man's belly, Cray raised an eyebrow while adjusting his glasses a little. Well, this certainly was unexpected.
"I..... see.... Well well!" Cray was smiling again as he stood up straight, gesturing towards the door. "Step this way then! I'll have a look and make sure. Probly give you an injection or something to help the baby along since you're male.. And... Well... Of thinner blood to your Lashrn race."
Mordread kept a hold on Patrick but moved forward, hand clenching Patrick's rather tightly. It seemed like the cat boy was more nervous than his lover, if you could believe that! Maybe it was the mention of injections.
Bad memories.
He shivered a little bit and looked back to Patrick, "This guy kind of creeps me out..." he whispered to him, "Why would you need an injection? You're the scientist. Grill him about it. Don't let him do anythin' until you have all the answers." he smiled a little bit.
He may be a nerd - but he wasn't at all aquainted with modern science and medication.
"I dunno, love... I study MOLD...not babies..." He frowned slightly, hugging the kitten close as they moved along, after the doctor.
Once they got closer to the doctor, though, Patrick found himself speaking out, clearing his throat. "Have you tested the injection on anyone else? I mean... I don't want me or my baby - babies? - to have an harmful side affects. They're unexpected but not unwanted. Y'know?"
"Oh, don't worry! The injection is mainly for male pregnancies, since it's unnatural. It'll be given to you as a precaution." He replied happily as he wandered in after them. "It's to help the child along!"
The back room was considerably smaller then expected, especially when compared to the size of the waiting area. This could of been because of the room that was off to the left side of the room.
The place was rather odd looking for a maternity clinic. A chair in the middle of the room rather like one you would find at a dentist's, but altered to suit the purpose of examination in pregnant women, or those who wanted to conceive. Beside it, a table with instruments on it one would not think to find in any clinic or hospital. Though odd they didn't look scary.
There were alot of shelves too, packed with different jars with clear liquids in different colours, most of them just clear. Others more clearer then others. The labels were not in english however, but some odd looking pictures or symbols were on them.
The desk in the room had a computer of course, but was considerably untidy. Papers and files spread all across it. Defiantly not one would of expected with how clean the waiting room was.
Mordread looked around the room quietly, though his eyes locked on the jars. What. The. Hell? His green eyes looked over to Patrick and he squeezed his hand again, shaking his head a little.
"What are those jars for, if I may ask?" he said, raising an eyebrow as his attention was turned to the doctor. He'd been to a few doctors since he had gotten to this...Place, and none of them had ever had..
"But my pregnancy WAS natural..." Fingers m oving to stroke through Mordreads hair, head tilting to nuzzle against his lover. "And...uh... Where are you injecting me? Do we get an ultra sound?"
"I know that!" Cray grinned at them, making his way over to wheeled stool beside his desk and motioning to them to take a chair. "I said it was a precaution and since you mentioned the DNA in your blood had thinned out.. Well."
Picking up a few pieces of paper from the sides and placing them infront of him he grabbed a pen and smiled at the two. "Oh the jars are just nutrients and such, the latest thing actually. I use the latest maternity gear as you can probly see."
Once that question was answered, he turned his attention to the computer screen and typed a few things on it while looking through a few deatils. "Would you mind answering me a few questions now? If you have any more questions I'll answer them after we're done."
Mordread made a face and shrugged, helping Patrick into the chair which he assumed was for him and stood there, still holding onto his hand. He was still uneasy, and that showed - but then again, Mordread was always uneasy around new people.
New people, especially creepy people, tended to make him go introvert mode.
"Sure, though I doubt any questions pertain to me..."
"Go ahead.." His hand waved slightly, settling back in the chair and squezing Mordreads hand softly. He was usually fine in new situations..unless itmeant things GROWING inside of him.
"Ok, just... Bare with me one moment..." Cray had taken one look at the forms infront of him, suddenly deciding they were the wrong ones.
And they were. The title on the forms read "Win a Car" and Cray so wanted a car.
Finally finding forms he wanted from another rather messy pile, he took to writing their names and the answer to what would normall be his first question. "Ok! Are you, or are you both not over the ages of 18?"
Mordread visibly froze. Age questions? He didn't know how old he was...He took a deep breath, "Uhm...I...Don't quite know how old I am..." he said timidly, eyes turning downwards, almost in shame. Another deep breath, "But I think I am..."
He looked to Patrick with a small, apologetic smile. He hoped he wouldn't make it more complicated than it had to be.
s**t. Hopefully the doctor wouldn't ask him just HOW old they were. He was nineteen. he claimed twenty five but.. He didn't want to lie. >> ;;
"You are, Mordread." Patricks voice was soothing, hand moving to rub the small of his lovers back. "I HAVE seen people and you look to be in your twenties. I'm over eighteen."
Cray blinked at this. What an odd pair! It was very amusing.
Smiling, he ticked off a few things and started typing in his computer again while he talked. "It's ok, it wouldn't matter if you were under 18 anyway! Tis just a question that has to be asked.
He looked rather happy when he returned to his documents and continued with the questions. "Do either of you smoke/or drink?"
Mordread shook his head, "No, no we don't." he looked proud at that fact. Cigarettes had always bothered the man - and he had never gone near one, even when he had been offered by the ocassional slaver.
One that was "Nice"
Or trying to slowly kill him with nicotine, either one.
"Actually..." Patrick shrugged slightly, leaning back in the chair more, head ducking a wee bit. "I smoke cigarettes. Used to do pot, but I quit that when I got Iamel. I drank until..uh...a little over six months ago."
Mordread. STARED. At. His. Lover.
"You DO?!" his green eyes were the size of dinner plates at this new piece of information. He had lived with his lover for MONTHS and...He huffed softly, "Well I do hope that you stopped," he grumbled, arms slowly crossing over his chest.
It was obvious that the cat boy was irate with this new information.
"Yeah, I stopped drinking because I was raped. Stopped pot because I had a kid. And now I'm stopping cigarettes until this brat pops out. I LIKE my nicotine."
Telling a pregnant person what to do was NOT a smart thing. Patrick glared right back.
Looking between the pair, Cray clicked his tongue in thought. Well this was unexpected, for once he was rather quiet considering he'd normally be acting rather strange all over the place.
But he managed to tear his eyes away from the two and wrote down this bit of information.
"O-kay, do you have any allergies and such? Illnesses and etc?" He asked as casual as usual.
Mordread shook his head, "Nope...Not that -I- Know of..." his eyes narrowed at his lover again and he sighed, features softening a little bit after a few minutes, "I wish you'd quit..." tenderly he put his hand over the man's chest, "Bad enough you inhale chemicals and mold crap...I don't want anything to happen to you."
Or him. God if he EVER saw Patrick smoke he'd probably go to pieces.
"I'm deathly allergic to penicillian and cranberries." Patrick arched his eyebrow in response to that narrowed look, hugging right back. "I don't want to quit, Mordread. It was my choice to breath it in in the first place."
Another grumbling huffnoise. "Any other questions, doc?"
"Just two more!" Cray said with a wide smile, now acting as if there was no atmosphere in the room with the two giving each other glares while he wrote down the information he recieved. "I'd advise against smoking though, such a filthy habit. Not good at all."
Sitting up, he turned towards the pair with a rather caring smile on his face. "Now, One of the checks I do is a.. Internal inspection. For a male it's rather important due to wear it grows. However I'm a little unsure about where it is on you, so I would also like to do a check up on that."
Reaching up, he straightened his glasses a little, sounding serious yet friendly at the same time as he continued. "I would like to know if you want your partner out of the room while I do this. I will also do the injection in this time. Secondly I would like to know if you would like to sleep temporaily through this."
"There's NO way in HELL I'm leaving his side," Mordread said, voice rather firm on that point. He would be with his lover every step of the way - even if he was slightly annoyed at him. His hand was still on his chest, however.
He wouldn't argue with him anymore. Both of them were stubborn as hell and neither of them would give. He'd said his piece and so had Patrick. It was up to the darker man if he'd take his lover's feelings into consideration on it or not.
The feline boy wouldn't persue the matter. And both of them knew that.
"I'd...really rather Mordread to be here." His voice was smaller at that, "And I DON'T want to be asleep. I really don't." The thought of being put out like that at another persons mercy made him tremble in fear... One dark arm wound around the other, dragging Mordread close. "Please. I'm scared."
Cray nodded, still keeping the caring smile on his face. "That's ok, I was merely asking for you comfort. Since it makes people rather uncomfortable when a stranger is looking... Well you know. And I wasn't sure if you two wanted to be in the same room."
Standing up, Cray walked over to the other corner of the room, where there was a small cornered off room with a curtain to keep it separate. Pulling it back, it reveal a small table with a hospital gown on it and a place to store the patients clothes in a cupboard.
"If you could, please change into this, it makes my job easier." He said, gesturing to the gown.
Mordread held onto Patrick and kissed his shoulder softly, "I'll be right here with you, love. I promise. I love you, you know that. You can do it." he nodded his head and kissed his shoulder again, attempting to be as soothing as possible. He even endangered his precious tail to wrap around his lover's wrist.
Hey, it was an affectionate gesture!
Patrick shrugged and hopped up off of the chair. His fingers reached over to stroke along Mordreads tail before sliding behind the small cornered room.
He emerged a moment later wearing the smock, face darker then usual and head ducked. "..My butt looks fat."
Either way, he sat down again
"I think it makes you look rather slim!" Cray smiled happily, still standing up and looking at the jars on the shelves.
Hmm... Perhaps the one he had already prepared.
Looking towards where Patrick had sat down, he gave a pleasent chuckle and gestured a hand to the chair in the middle of the room. "Sit in that one, please."
"Call me fat ONE MORE TIME, mister, and I will personally bite your head off, ok? And I'm NOT talking about the one on your shoulders." Patrick snorted and folded his arms across his chest. "Why? What's wrong with..."
The dark man paused, glowering. "s**t. Right. Be NICE. Bleh. I don't WANT to move..."
With a heave and a sigh, he pushed himself up and moved towards the chair in the middle of the room, settling down with a soft noise. "Is there any chance you can tell us how many there are, doc? I want to be prepared. And if there's like...more then three? Scoop the extra out."
He was joking at the last part.
Really.
"Call me fat ONE MORE TIME, mister, and I will personally bite your head off, ok? And I'm NOT talking about the one on your shoulders." Patrick snorted and folded his arms across his chest. "Why? What's wrong with..."
The dark man paused, glowering. "s**t. Right. Be NICE. Bleh. I don't WANT to move..."
With a heave and a sigh, he pushed himself up and moved towards the chair in the middle of the room, settling down with a soft noise. "Is there any chance you can tell us how many there are, doc? I want to be prepared. And if there's like...more then three? Scoop the extra out."
He was joking at the last part.
Really.
"Is there anyway we can get a sonogram anyway? I know it's silly but...I'd like to see them. It's my first real kid...And most likely the last and..." Mordread smiled rather sheepishly then as he squeezed Patrick's hand.
He was definitely more of the female in the relationship. It would be odd that he wasn't the one pregnant - but it fit with their weird lifestyle. Nothing was normal in their household. Nothing at all.
At Patrick's words he gave a mock glare, kissing his cheek, "Don't mind grumpy here."
"Yea, don't mind grumpy me." patrick grumbled and he settled back in the chair more, eyes closing and willing himself to relax. This was one of the many, many reasons he blessed the gods he wasn't female.
Well, ******** that now.
His eyes squeezed and his hand found Mordread. Clingage occured. "Let's just get this over with, tell me how many and let me get teh ******** out of here."
"Don't worry! I'll be as fast as possible!" He grinned widely, picking one of the instruments and beginning the "examination".
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Around 30mins later of poking, prodding, and even doing the injection through the entrance to the man's "womb", Cray pulled the lever again to bring the chair down back to it's upright position. "There, wasn't so bad was it?" He said, taking off his rubber gloves and replacing them with a new pair.
"Shall we do that scan now?" He asked the pair, pushing himself over to where the sonogram equipment was.
"Yes! Please!" he was excited, his hands still clinging to Patrick's. He wanted to see how many they had, he wanted to see them. Hell, the cat boy was practically bouncing around where he stood.
When he noticed what he was doing he calmed and coughed, "Uhm...Yes, please." he said, a smile on his lips
He kept his eyes squeezed closed through the whole of it, hands clutching onto his lovers and almost SNIFFLING. Once the other asked the question, Patrick nodded, one red eye peeking at him with a nibble to his lower lip.
"....please?"
Rolling back over with the equipment, Cray had also grabbed a sheet to place over Patracks bits when he applied the gel.
Placing it over his waist and thieghs, he proceeded to pull up the hospital gown and turn on the machine so it could warm up a little. While waiting, the Professor was already getting to squeeze the gel on the man's belly.
"This may be a little cold." He said happily, squeezing out a massive blob onto the bare skin.
Once that was done, he pressed the sonogram against it and started rolling it around before an image came on the screen. "Okies! Let's see if we can find the baby!"
Patrick squeaked like a chipmunk, hopping and digging his nails into his lovers hand. This is when the baby because...well, it's when Patrick saw it as...as a baby, not just a lump.
"Can you tell us if it's a boy or a girl?"
Cray's lip seemed to purse happily as he took a closer look, going back and forth with the sonogram to make sure he wasn't see double.
"I cant see the genders as of yet but I can tell you one thing!" He started to giggle happily. "You have twins coming your way! Look you can see them there!"
He pointed out the two shapes on the screen so the both of them kne which baby was which. Oh joy!
Mordread stared at the screen, his hands clutching to his lover's, "Twins...We have..." his eyes started to water - the bloody girl that he was, "We have...babies...I...." he was grasping for some kind of sane thought.
He was going to be a father. It hit him then, seeing those two little ones. It was different then the other children - these were a part of him. A part of him and the man that he loved and that was simply amazing.
"Twins..."
"Wait.. two?" His eyes had widened at that, lips falling open in shock. Two? Those little blobs on the screen...there were...
Oh s**t.
His hand yanked Mordread down almost violently, lips pressing against his lovers with an excited - excited?? YES! Excited! - squeal, "Two! We're having two! We have babies mordread and there's gonna be two!"
Cray couldn't help himself but giggle at the excitement in the room. Ah! This was part of why he did what he did! Even though he wasn't really a normal maternity Doctor!
"They are healthy, and should stay so after the injection I gave you before." He said, taking away the Sonogram, but not before he could take a picture of them and print it off for the pair.
Well... He was feeling generous today. "You can go get dressed now!" He said happily to Patrick, getting up and placing a towel in the changing corner for the man.
Mordread returned the kiss, enthusiastically, "I know! Babies! I...I love you, Patrick," he muttered, kissing him again, arms wrapping about him, "Two! TWO! Oh dear god we need a bigger house..."
He simply beamed at his lover then looked to Cray, "Is that all then? Do we need to do anything else?" his green eyes were lit up and far brighter than normal.
Babies.
"Yeah, yeah we'll go get a bigger house," Looks like actually SEEING these babies as a reality was a great mood-changer for Patrick. He really WAS a moody little s**t.
At the say so, he hopped down, skittered behind the cloth and got dressed as quickly as possible. "I get a C-section, right? I DEMAND a damn C-section."
Looking towards Mordread as Patrick got changed, he paused for a moment thinking about it.
"If you witness any problems at all come straight to me." He said most seriously.
"Also, if perhaps you are wanting councilling to help you through this then I suggest a Dr.Julia Walts. She's very good!" He said on a lighter note.
"Other then that, I expect the odd check up to the clinic aaaand... Of course when the contractions start. You will have to go through your birthplan with me."
Mordread nodded his head, then paused. Councilling? Why would they need...He shrugged his shoulders and watched Patrick go behind the curtain. He couldn't put to words to how happy he felt at the moment.
Not that he knew what the hell a C-section was...
"Thank you very much, what do we owe you?"
"Oh! You owe me nothing! We're free! We're funded you see." He said happily, waving his hands infront of him stop the mention of money.
Weren't most doctors free anyway!? Pft! Cheap people!
"Nothing? Really?" He blinked and skirted out from behind, zipping up his pants fully with a grin. "Awesome like a possum on prozac my friend. And. Uhm."
The other paused, nose wrinkling. "We have two and I'm going to have a C-ection...should I come in for any other checkups?"
"Only if you feel you need to, the babies seem fine and dandy!" He said happily.
Catching glimpse of a clock on the wall, Cray's smile faultered a little and he sighed. "Well I shall have to rush you boys along! I have some business I need to attend to before I get my next patients."
Mordread nodded and reached out for Patrick's hand, "Come on love, let's go home and break the news to the brats, eh?" he smiled warmly, keeping himself from diving on his lover and kissing him senseless.
The only show of his excitement was his twitching tail and glittering eyes.
"Okay.." Patrick rubbed the small of his back and gave the doctor a wane smile, "Thanks, doc. We'll call you then." The humanoid leaned into his lover as they left.
TWO BABIES
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 9:42 pm
Dear Journal,
We went to the doctor's today. He was slightly creepy...A little on the crazy side, but nothing that Patrick and I aren't used to. We're not exactly normal ourselves. Nor or our children.
But...OH MY GOD THERE ARE TWO OF THEM!
And...I saw them! I saw them! They're BEAUTIFUL! I mean, they're small and black and white in a very fuzzy picture, but they are the most beautiful things I've ever seen! They're Patricks and Mine and they're a part of us ********, I'm rambling. But I'm going to be a dad! I mean, I'm already a dad but...Well you know what I mean!
I'm still in shock. I never thought this would happen and now that it is...Just wow.
And Patrick? Patrick actually was HAPPY. After all his moods, it was definitely a relief. s**t.
Babies.
Well, we're going to go talk to the kids about moving now. It may be the last time I write in this thing - knowing Iamel it could be my funeral.
-Mordread
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 11:38 pm
[There's scribbled out nonsense and then a giant drawing of a happy face]
There are TWO of them. I have babies! I saw them! We- we saw them! Heard them! Doctors office! TWO!
I better be drugged when they come out, or a kittybitch is gonna die.
BUT TWO!
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 11:38 pm
Appointment with Dr. Juilia Walts Sitting in her office, Julia sat at her desk, the strange little lizard creature lounging off to the side on what appeared to be almost a beanbag chair. She had an appointment scheduled with #000008 today. Mordread and Patrick were the first names; she'd take a bit of time to look into them before their arrival.
With five minutes left on her clock, she got up from her chair and swaggered over to a filing cabinet. Reaching up and gingerly tugging open the top level, she let her fingers glide across the number of different tabs, finally resting on something she seemed content with, she reached down and pulled out a thin folder.
It was black, with a yellow tab. #000008 could be readily seen across the top. This would be where she would keep her notes. Slowly, she shut the cabinet, letting the folder open up and peek through the notes. She could hear movement down the hall. It would seem her patients were on time.
That was much appreciated. It wasn't often that Cray was ever on time for anything, it was a relief to know that some people still cared about such things.
Taking her seat, she suddenly let her head up. Turning to look at the creature curled up on the bean bag, she whistled at it, getting it's attention.
The Xxiti looked over for a moment, flicked it's long tongue out in agitation, then promptly curled back up. Julia looked back to the clock, and listened to the noise coming closer.
"Xxiiri iillix itrrixi." she hissed out, the Xxiti snapping it's head back to look at her, a low grumble rolling out of it's gut. She simply eyed it down and the creature slowly got up and sank back into the shadows.
Good. She though to herself, I would not want to have to explain that... she sighed and closed the file on her desk, putting it off to the side.
Well, this would be interesting at least... "I know we don't need counselling, Patrick, but I'd like to meet the lady anyway. Besides, Cray thought it'd be a good idea. Even if he is a little bit on the wacked side..." Mordread sighed, running his fingers through his mane of black hair.
At least Patrick's moods had become more barable.
"Come on, love, don't grumble..." his voice said softly, reaching out to gently knock on Julia's door.
Hopefully she'd be a little more...sane...Then the good Professor. "I say IAMEL get some therapy.. I saw him blow up a cockroach, Mordread!" Patrick was almost whining, clinging onto his lovers arms. The dark man was a bit grumbly no matter what, always swearing and snarky...but he didn't WANT to go to a shrink. ;_; Shrinks meant he was crazy! Julia's head perked up towards the door as a soft rapping resounded about the room. She let a soft, calm and reassuring smile float across her lips and tilted her head back slightly, sitting proper in her chair.
"Come in please." her voice was soft, but firm. It almost commanded respect it would seem, without belittling one.
She could swear she heard that Xxiti around somewhere still... Mordread opened the door and looked over to Patrick with a laugh, "I think we're all needing therapy, love, but this is where we should start. Meet her." he smiled warmly as he turned his attention to Julia.
"Hello! I'm Mordread and the grouch is my love, Patrick. Obviously, he's pregnant. Call him fat, and he'll rip you a new one in several nasty ways. I'll help."
His eyes flickered to his lover, "That cover it all?" He paused a little bit at Mordreads rapid fire statement, pierced eyebrows arching high on his forehead. "...................you're so ******** up, kitten."
Patricks voice was affectionate, ruffling at his shorter lovers hair before moving inside, patting his stomach fondly. "But yes. Call me fat and I'll kill. Doc did. I almost ripped his pretty head off."Julia laughed softly at the pair's banter. Giving a quick nod she spoke again, "Well, that's certainly understandable. Professor Cray, sadly, isn't exactly what you would call... the most tactful gentleman around." she motioned to the chairs in front of her desk.
"However, I will credit him with one thing. He is, assuredly, the best in his field. Please, take a seat." Yes, best and only in his field... "I thought you liked me ******** up--OH! That's not what you meant?" he smirked and sat himself down in the chair the doctor indicated, crossing his legs and eyeing her.
"Craziest in his field, more like it...Patrick, love, sit down." he grumbled, patting his hair down. Not that it'd STAY that way. It never did. But...Eh. At least it'd be flat momentarily.
"I don't sit if I can't cross my knees. I can't SEE my knees. I'll stand for the time being," Patrick snarked right back, thrusting his hands into his pockets.
"So what do we talk about, Doc? How traumatizing another kid is?" Julia pulled a pen out from it's place holder and opened her folder, scribbling something into it. Shaking her head a bit she looked back up and over towards Patrick.
"Actually, no. And my name is Doctor Julia Walts, by the way, Julia will be fine." she pushed the pen up behind her ear.
"This is simply a general meeting where I meet you both, and just find out a bit about you both. Part of our clinic's procedures are not only to monitor the physical aspect of the pregnancy, but the emotional and mental as well. Some people find it helps when they know they have somewhere to go where they can just vent, or talk freely without reprucussion." she leaned back in her chair, clasping her fingers together.
"We also continue this on after the birth. As you well know there will be monitoring of the child's physical health, and we believe in assuring the mental and emotional state of the child as well. However I certainly do not believe another child is going to traumatize you..." a regular one at least wouldn't... this however...
"I take it this is not your first together?" His hand reached back and he took Patrick's, giving a light chuckle, "We have...Uh...A horde of buggers at home. But these are our first, and hopefully last, this way." he turned to look fondly at his lover.
"It's amazing thinking that we have two little ones made from us, but we have to move as it is. Our house hold is a zoo. I don't think it'll stay STANDING if we have anymore. Isn't that right, Patrick?" Patrick just grumbled. >> Mordreads being all cheerful was kind of pissing the hormonal man off. "We have Iamel - oldest, Akuti, Lahela, Akilah, Dax, Penelope, Kian, Yashima... at least three of them are ******** animals, other two look like they COULD have been animals.. Jesus christ, Mordread. People are going to think I ******** a meerkat!"
His expression was horrified, staring at his lover in shock as he realized that. "s**t! s**t! He has that bad eighties hairdo and his fur is turning black and..s**t! People are going to think I ******** a meerkat! ********! I need my pot! Now!"
Patrick turned to Julia eyes still wide. "I didn't ******** a meerkat!""No of course you didn't have relations with a Meerkat." she gave a reassuring nod, showing she believed him... and to diffuse the situation.
"Adopted children am I correct?" wow, the hormones were hitting this one pretty hard. Reacting rather with a viscious temper it would seem as well. She'd have to make note of that later.
"Well, it's good to know that you've had a good deal of experience caring for young ones. With such a, variety, of differences in them all, I'm assured that this will be wonderful for you both."Or hellish, depending on what Cray had come up with. "Yes, all adopted. I think people are deliberately attempting to seek us specifically out. God knows why, none of us are exactly normal. But we have a lot of love..." he trailed off, simply staring at Patrick.
"And you - You do NOT need your pot. And of course you didn't ******** a meerkat. You ******** a feline human hybrid. Very well, may I add. In fact, you owe me another round at some point in the future..." he let his attention drift to Julia.
"It IS safe for sex, right? Because god..." he smirked, waiting for Patrick's response. "I - wait. What? Wait. Mordread. No! You! You!" An accusing finger was pointed directly at his lover, Patrick taking a hop back from him with a huff. "You! Stop talking abotu ******** animals! I don't ******** animals! No talking about sex with girls! No. Ew!"
But the talk of his kids kind of soothed him, the little man jostling his legs slightly as he began to pace a bit. "I applied for some of them.. Some, like Lahela and Iamel, were dropped on me... ANd yes. One this kid is born, Mordread? I WILL smoke until I hack up a lung. Because ******** style="color: darkred">"You're a smoker?" she hadn't seen that in the file. Cray was leaving things out again. Wonderful.
"Ah well. I applaud you in quitting for the time being." she nodded, pausing for a moment.
"I suppose, before we get to far. Did either of you have any questions?"
"Yes. Sex. Please? Can we? Safely?" he rolled his eyes at his lover, "If you haven't noticed, Patrick, I'm part feline. And who said anything about you ******** a FEMALE? Don't tell me the pregnancy clogged your hearing up..." he shook his head then and sighed.
"I want him to quit smoking, but he won't."
"I stopped smoking weed when I got Iamel, back in October. Kiddlets and pot don't mix. Cigarettes stopped when I saw the bump in the stomach - because, goddamnit, those don't go either. But y'know what, Mordread? My body. My lungs. I don't smoke in the house and you didn't even KNOW about it until I told Crazyman so...Just drop it. Okay?"
He grumped and shakes his head, nose wrinkling up. "yeah. Safe sex. And there's two. That'll mean they're smaller, right?"
Julia just watched the two nitpick at one another. Raising an eyebrow she shook her head briefly, but was quick to attention when Patrick addressed her with the inquiry about the children.
"Twins? Hmm..." she thought for a moment, tapping her chin with one of her neatly trimmed nails.
"Generally, yes. They are smaller than most newborns. However there have been cases of them being born as healthy weighted babies. From what Cray's file states, however, the children you have are at a healthy size and weight for how far along you are. Well, of course he can only estimate that."
She was avoiding the sex question! Mordread's tail flicked in slight annoyance - both at the avoidance and the snappy tone Patrick had come with. Being who he was, however, he was simply quiet about both.
"Good," he murmured, "Glad they're healthy."
Green eyes simply stared at the desk, ears flat against his skull.
Patrick deflated when he saw Mordread shut up and lay his ears back like that. He grabbed his lovers chair and dragged him closer, nose pressing against the others temple. "...your the closest thing to a girl I can remember ********, no one else.. and you drive me crazy." The dark man murmured, kissing at his lovers neck. "You know my moods get bitchy, MOrdread, I'm sorry...."
"...so is sex safe?" He reitterated towards the woman, clinging to his kittybitch tightly.
Somewhere amidst their conversation, Julia hadn't realized they'd actually realized that they were asking if sex would be safe for them. She was a bit confused as to why they hadn't questioned Cray on this; then again. Who would want to stay any longer with him than they had to? Heh.
"Yes, sex is still safe. As long as you are comfortable." she pulled the pen back out from behind her ear and began to scribble down more notes.
"If it becomes uncomfortable, however, I would suggestion ceasing intercourse until after the child is born.
Mordread smiled weakly at the affection, leaning into his lover and closing his green eyes, "I know they are and I know you are. But I'm not a girl, or in anyway close to it," he laughed and peeped at Julia then, one eye open.
Yay! Sex was fine! "It better not get uncomfortable..."
He was half tempted to make a grab at his lover right then and there. However, he didn't think it would be good form to do that. So he wrapped his hands around Patrick's hands instead.
"As long as there's lube, I'm never uncomfortable." He shrugs and he clings to Mordread more, kissing at the others temple. "So... Julia.. You'll be studying the kids, yea? What, exactly, will you be studying? I mean.. I know you said mental and emotional health but.."
Patrick hesitated. "...I dunno. OUr house isn't 'sane'. What would happen if they didn't want to keep coming?"
"I imagine that will be a bridge to cross when we come to it." she smiled and nodded to this. Really, and sadly, the truth was they didn't have much of a choice in the children coming back here. Part of her felt guilty that these parents would have to go through what was coming.
But she simply reassured herself that it was for the benefit of scientific advancement.
... Not that she could explain exactly what the benefit was.
"Is...Is that all then? I can't think of any more questions, and unless Patrick has some..." he shrugged his shoulders lightly, tail winding itself around his lover's oversized waist. Mordread just happy that the mini spat was over and the babies were nice and healthy.
That was really all that mattered to him.
"Yeah... I feel pretty same at the moment. Could we send our other kids to you?" Patrick blinked, fingers moving to teasingly pet at Mordreads tail. >> Tee hee.
Well, that had been unexpected. "Well... I suppose if you really wanted to, you could bring them in with your twins when they're born and I could speak with them." she continued scribbling in her notes.
"By the way, is this going to be a natural birth, or will you be having a c-section?"
"Uhhh, I think I can answer that. C-section. I don't think he can push babies out of a hole THAT small. Unless they were like...pea babies. And even then, that'd be a long shot."
Mordread smirked a little bit...then shuddered. THE TAIL.
BAD BAD PATRICK.
Patrick gave a firm nod. "C-section and I want to be drugged so bad I'm gonna think I'm being ******** instead of having brats ripped out of me." His voice was just as firm, fingertips gliding over his lovers sensitive tail.
"...that's possible, right?"
"Yes, drugs are an option available to you. I'll make a note of it in Cray's file... although I would suggest being dually certain you tell him next you meet up with him." she drew in a bit of breath.
"Once the birth has occured, I will be informed..." she started slowly, pacing her words, "From there I will schedule you a series of appointments." a bit of a smile.
"Of course, you will be able to reschedule the dates if they are inconvient for you."
"Well, then," Mordread said with a charming smile, "That's that and we have some...stuff to do at home. It's not often all the kids are out somewhere..." Shifting a look to Patrick, his smile melted into a pure smirk, "Come on, love, let's go."
He paused and looked to Julia again, "Thank you again, Ms. Walts."
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:11 pm
Sore Feet The feline boy had finally gotten over the flu that had plagued him. And his nightmares had started to wane. But Penelope was still trying to sneak onto the computer to do god knows what, Rothe was still busy trying to dominate Kian, and Dax, heaven save him, was getting agitated more and more easily lately. It was driving him up the wall. As if that wasn't enough, there were Patrick's mood swings.
Currently, he was quite happily typing away on his laptop, determined to finish his novel. They needed money, and they needed it so they could either add onto the house or move into a bigger one. Twins on the way meant three to a room, and that wasn't pleasant for anyone.
Luckily, as the pregnancy progressed, the mood swings became less and less severe. The kids learned to not piss him off, the food settled his stomach and while the twins kicked at him, it was less painful and more of a mere agitation.
Yashi was toddling past the dark man as he meandered into the room his lover was in, glancing at his son in amusement. Yashi had been TRYING to speak more English lately, but he was failing in a way that was endearing. "Kitten?" Patrick called out lightly, peeking at his lover and sliding up closer.
"Hmm?" came his response, glancing from the laptop's screen to look at his lover with a small smile, "You need something?" he paused, "It's not time is it?"
A brief look of panic touched the young man's face at the thought of it being time already, even if they were drawing closer and closer to the time when he was sure Patrick would pop. They hadn't even gotten rooms ready! Then again, if Patrick were ready, wouldn't he be in a slight bit of panic himself? Patrick, he guessed, would be screaming like a little girl.
He seemed to relax at that thought.
A touch of annoyance laced Patricks face at that but he instead changed it from impending anger and indignance to a pout - a pout was cute, right? Right. "Can't I come in to see you without wanting something other then affection?" His arms crossed over his chest and above the bulging stomach.. Ugh. He couldn't see his feet anymore.
Sex? Not an option. He'd pop right then or...or something.
"Of course you can," Mordread answered, saving his work and closing the laptop before turning to him, "You just haven't lately," he smiled a bit and stood up to wrap his arms, as best he could, around his pregnant lover, "I believe last time I tried for attention you called me a breeder again."
A soft chuckle sounded from the feline as he purred, nuzzling at his love's neck, "You okay?"
"You ARE a breeder." He grumbled a little bit at that, wriggling to press closer to Mordread, nibbling gently at his jawline. Fingertips rose, rubbing softly at his back with a small humm and smile.
"Yeah....I'm fine." A soft sigh and his head tilting up, pressing a kiss to his ear just lightly. "Just...raaah. I want them out."
"You and me both. I want to be able to hold 'em instead of rubbin' at them," he murmured, shivering lightly at the soft kiss, "And I'm not a breeder, I'm your lover. Biiiig difference..." his green eyes reflected love as he looked up at the darker man and he leaned up, pressing a kiss specifically to his lips, "It'll be soon enough, you'll see. Then you'll long for the days they were IN again."
Knowing their family, their spawn, from both of them, would be worse than the others.
"Psh. Never. If we can handle Kian and Rothe - Kian is learning to TALK, can you believe that crap? - then we can handle two spawn made from a shy little kitty boy and a nerd lashran." He grinned, returning that kiss and letting his hand drop. Fingertips moved to rub gently above the base of his tail...even if he couldn't do anything, he could still tease his lover, couldn't he?
"Nn. I've been looking at houses... have you?"
He purred deeply then and whimpered, "******** tease, you are."
Ah, he knew Patrick was doing it on purpose, and enjoying it. Damn the man for knowing his weaknesses when nothing could really be done about it, "Been seeing how much it'd cost to add onto this one," he admitted, purring deeper and snuggling into his lover a little bit, "Seeing what would be cheaper...And trying to finish my damn book..."
"Don't push the book, if it's not ready t be written," He assured his lover, nuzzling into his ear and nibbling still, purring as well, in his throat. "I like hearing you purr... Let me just tease you a little, yeah?" His fingers tipped further, giving his tails long, soft strokes with his smooth hand.
"Mmmph, least I can do I suppose," he relented, purring deeper at the strokes of his lover, "And I have a deadline. Penny keeps hacking into my computer, from YOURS, I may add. Where she learned...Unless she remembers?" he sighed and closed his eyes, "Rothe said his first word."
"Huh? How's she been getting into my computer?" He paused and pulled a little bit back at that, lips quirking into a frown. "I protect that s**t like crazy... When's she been getting in to my computer?"
"I have absolutely no idea," Mordread grumbled, "Probably when I'm busy with Rothe and Kian and you're enjoying your baths or something," he shook his head, "Apparently, she can get past your password protected junk."
"Ill go beat her later." He shrugged, laughing and pressing a kiss to his nose softly. "What was Rothes first word? Die?"
"Actually, yes," Mordread laughed, "It was directed at Kian. Oddly disturbing. They were glaring at eachother, Kian threw something at him, Rothe gripped it, stared, and said 'Die' before throwing it at him again." he shook his head, "I'm afraid of them when they get older. And MOBILE."
"...that IS disturbing." He just blinked a little, head shaking as well before resting his forehead on the others with a smile. "They cant hate each other forever, right? It's just a phase."
"Oh, I hope you're right, Patrick."
Mordread shook his head and nosed at his lover tenderly, "I love you. I haven't said it enough lately."
"Love you too, hun.." He smiled, gently, kissing the otherschin quietly. "Let's sit somewhere? Standing i s making my feet hurt."
Mordread nodded and led his love to the couch, plopping down and helping him be seated, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. Course it'd make your feet hurt, carrying my two spawn," he laughed then and took his hand, "Forgive me, eh?"
"I always do anyway." He laughs, head shaking and pressing a kiss to his shoulder once he settled down. Fingertips moved to pet down his sides, nuzzling into his shoulder, up to his neck with a sigh.
Reclusive Dreams: One thing was for sure - looking at those two there was no room for doubt that they were really in love. It wasn't just a passing thing.
Mordread smiled a bit and purred deeply as Patrick pet at him, "That feels good...But..." he grinned, "Want a foot massage?"
It better not be just a passing thing. Patrick had two giant furrballs inside of him and a mortgage to think about.
He froze at that, blinking and nuzzling into with a puuuurrr. "yeeeees. I would looooove a fooooot massaaaaage..."
Mordread chuckled and patted his lap, "All right then, slip your puppies up here and let's get some massaging done, hmm? Must be hard on them carrying three people, rather than one.." he paused, "You have mismatched socks on."
He snickered, especially since he was wearing one sandal and one boot, "And two different shoes."
"Yeah, well I can't bloody SEE my feet." He grunted slightly, twisting to haul his feet over the others lap. "I don't try to guess when I'm just tromping around the house."
"Hey, it's a fashion statement," Mordread teased, removing the shoes and socks from his lover's feet before taking his left one into his hands. Slowly he began to work his fingers into his love's flesh, "How's that?"
"Fashion statement of pregnant, grumpy black men." He smirks faintly, head tilting to the side. And then the others fingers started rubbing at his feet, purring and tilting his head back slightly. "Mmmm.."
"Mmm, but there's no market for that," he giggled rather childishly, fingers continuing their work to relieve the stress that had been put on them. They weren't used to it, that was for sure, "Glad you like it."
Mordread closed his eyes and purred softly as he continued to massage, moving from the left foot to the right.
And Patrick was soon a little pile of boy-goo against his lover, murring and keeping his eyes closed, stretching out with a soft noise. Really, it was driving him to doze, eyes half-closed.
Mordread opened his eyes and smirked, only moving his hands away once Patrick had fallen asleep, "Rest, you need it," he murmured, stroking his cheek tenderly before exiting and making his way upstairs to the hoard, "So. What does everyone want for lunch?"
...And he was promptly bombarded with at least 10 different requests.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 2:12 pm
I want these little ******** things OUT of me. Seriously. The gods weren't kind when they did this sit to me.. I mean, they're less freaky now then they were but holy s**t, they're bigger and they're THERE.
I can't have sex anymore. Why can't I have sex anymore, you may ask me Diary...because my stomach is TOO ******** BIG. I can't think of a single sexual position... Seriously, I'm about ten seconds away from buying some sort of impliment to ******** my poor kitten with. He's deprived. Poor baby.
Anyway, yashima is trying to learn how to talk..Akilah IS learning to talk (in coherant sentances) and..well, s**t. It's not really getting any better for any of them. Yashi's attatched himself rather firmly to this one Ghost-baby, Zah? Yeh. He's a boy and dark where Yashi's all pale and s**t..they seem to be friends.
Akilah...talks. Way too much. He's constantly bouncing off the walls, stealing shiny things and bugs, and he's driving us (Iamel included) absolutely ******** insane. But he's a GOOD kid, if wired off his a** constantly.
Lahela is walking now and talking too...all of my babies are growing up so fast. But she tends to stay in the background, with Akuti...they're both shy, even if they can get loud sometimes.
Iamel is growing up. i don't know how to explain it. I don't think I should even TRY here. Yeah.
The rest...are the rest. Really. Yeah. I'm cutting it short, journal. My feet hurt, I'm tired, I'm hungry and...yeah. I just need to lie down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:51 am
[reserved for prolouge/aftermath of birth In the meantime, lookit the cuteness]
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:52 pm
Journal.
I can't do this anymore.
I seriously ******** can't.
Everything kind of piled up and I felt like I was in a dream world - a lover? KIDS? Lots of kids? BIOLOGICAL kids? What the ******** is wrong with me?
Where did my entire world go?
This isn't a twisted version of post-pardum or anything, journal. This is me trying to figure out what went wrong in my life - why things are now the way they are.
I wasn't meant to be a parent - Iamel is so much better at it then I am, despite teaching them bad words or trying to blow up snakes, and he's only a little kid. Mordread has taken to it like a fish to water...
But me?
I don't know what the ******** I'm doing.
I curse, I drink and I smoke. I talk about sex, I'm as queer as they come and, ******** hell, I don't want to love anyone.
I adore Mordread. Yeah.. I love him? I mean... I don't know. I love him in the way one shouldn't love a lover. The sex is great and we get along like the best of friends but I don't.. I mean, I DO love him. But ******** out of here, Journal. I may be back for you and a brat or two later but...
I have to ******** get out of here.
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Patrick slammed his journal shut and stood. The house was noisy with children, screaming and with laughter, the clean air closing in around him like a vice of wet wool.
He shuddered and grabbed at his wallet. The package of cigarettes followed and his sunglasses. When Iamel glanced up from his book and gave his father a curious look, Patrick just shrugged.
Patrick walked out while lighting up a cigarette, striding down the street. He wasn't going to be back anytime soon.((This is NOT a hiatus notice. This is Patrick trying to sort out his thoughts and make some major life desicions, etc, etc. The kids will be active but Patrick will NOT be avaliable for RP or anything for a while.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:41 am
The coldness of the bed beside him was what woke Mordread up. The bed was never cold in the morning; not since the two had moved in together and started up their life. MORDREAD was usually the first up. Had one of the twins woke up in the middle of the night and he didn't hear?
Feeling horrible for a moment, Mordread sat himself up and looked around the room with sleep filled eyes. They landed on the crib that housed both Morgan and Katura and smiled for a split second before he realized that if they were fine and dandy, Patrick must have gone to do something else.
Rising from the bed, the young man moved to the crib, placed a kiss on his children's forehead, and walked out of the room. The children, for the most part, should still be asleep since the sun hadn't risen too long before. Usually the scent of breakfast was the one that got the house up and moving.
"Patrick?" his voice was just above a hoarse whisper since he didn't want to wake their brood up. There was no response. Maybe he'd gone outside to have one of those horrible smelling cigarettes? He made his way down stairs, finding no sign of his lover and the door still locked.
A search of the house showed Patrick's sunglasses, cigarettes and wallet missing. It was obvious Patrick had left - but why hadn't he said anything? Patrick always told him when he was going somewhere if he could since he always worried.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Mordread's head sunk into the cradle of his hands. He would sit there and wait for his lover's return - oblivious of the fact he wasn't coming back. He only moved again when the stirrings of his children could be heard upstairs.
Time to start the day.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 11:39 am
Fourth Wall Outing (Akilah, Morgan, Katura, Kayleigh & Gabriel)
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 11:40 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 11:43 am
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