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Zee was in the gym, trying to work off some pounds. Elves were naturally slim and lithe; they were made that way so they could run quickly and so avoid their enemies. "Ten pounds..." The dark elf muttered, glancing at his stomach. To an untrained eye, he might have looked like he was stressing over nothing. A little pudge was not unacceptable in the society in which he lived. "I'll never fit into my tuxedo now..."

He paused in his complaint long enough to notice a familiar purple haired girl. He had to keep himself from groaning. Not Jaella again! Last time he'd seen her she had informed him that his wife was pregnant with Matthias' child. He had a terrible foreboding that made the hair on his neck prickle. Was Stasia pregnant again? Was 'Zuba? She was old enough now, he supposed. He couldn't see anyone with her, so she hadn't brought someone from another world to give him.

"Hello, Jaella. What brings you here?"

"Hey," the dark elf said, patting the teenager on the back. He still wondered why she was here. "That's a treadmill," he explained. He couldn't blame her, not really. It hadn't been that long ago that he hadn't known what any of these objects were, either.

He groaned at the words 'Great news'. Great; they were getting another kid. Like they had room for another one. He'd known it all along. "I'm exercising. I need to lose some weight before the wedding." He didn't voice his fear that Stasia would leave him once she saw how much weight he'd put on. "So what's this great news? Stasia having another baby? It better be mine this time." Honestly, if he found out it was Matthias' again, he didn't know what he'd do--but he knew the fae would have to watch his back.

Zee's jaw dropped, quite literally. He stared at Jaella with wide, horrified, golden eyes. Then a smile crossed his features. A chuckle escaped his lips. "Nice try, Jaella," he said. "You almost had me there. I know better than that. Females are the only ones who can give birth--and I'll have you know that Stasia and I haven't done anything--yet." The hesitation spoke volumes. He clearly intended to do this something; whatever that might have been. His mind veered to a certain man who'd given birth to a girl previously; one of his son's friends.

His navy blue skin paled until it looked very nearly gray. "No no," he muttered. "I've just been eating too much human food. My body's not used to it, it's to be expected that I gain weight..." Inwardly, he realized Darcy's magic could reverse biology. Oh no... What if Jaella wasn't kidding? What would he do? Get an abortion? Die during child birth? Stasia would most certainly cancel the wedding now--if not laugh at him.

Instead of being comforted, Jaella's words seemed to make the matter worse. No no, he couldn't possibly have a baby. Much less a girl. He didn't want a girl. They had enough girls; they even had boys who acted like girls. Did they really need another one? He forced a smile for Jaella's sake; while silently vowing to kill the Azoulais in their sleep. Yes, it looked like the hormones of pregnancy had caught up with Zee. And having been an assassin for most of his life, he probably could have killed the Azoulais in their sleep if he really wanted to.

"I don't want her," he said bluntly. He was so angry, he could barely contain it. He didn't want a baby! He didn't want to have a baby! "Stasia'll laugh. She'll laugh and call off the wedding and laugh some more."

Zee would never admit that he would probably feel more kindly towards the infant within him once he could see her. "I don't want her," he repeated. Inwardly he felt a pang of guilt. He was lying. In a way, he did want her. He shook his head to get rid of the parental thoughts muddling his mind. "You clearly don't know much about my fiancee," he muttered. "She'll laugh, alright." If Zee knew Stasia, and he thought he did, she'd laugh and then start threatening and ranting about the Azoulais.

"Don't be so sure about that," he said. "Who's the other parent?"

Zee sighed, and glanced at Jaella guiltily. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I shouldn't be taking my worries out on you. It doesn't matter if she laughs, really..." Well, it did. In Zee's opinion, being laughed at by his future wife was a fate worse than death; which meant it would probably be happening fairly often.

"I wondered, because I've been feeling anemic all of a sudden," Zee confessed. "Like I've been losing blood, but I can't find where I'm bleeding from. It doesn't hurt--I'm just so tired. All the time. Like Stasia was before she had Aesica." He hesitated. "Damn fae. It better not be his!" Stupid Matthias, getting mixed up in everything. Stupid fae, thinking he can teach Zee's future step children how to sword fight. Stupid fae, getting Stasia pregnant.

A no-no word? Zee smirked. "Damn fae," he repeated, using a more playful tone. "I'm not interested in seeing doctors though, I know someone better. Thanks anyway." He was referencing to Risa; he'd call her later. If Matthias picked up, he could demand to know if the fae had some kind of recessive gene that caused them to drink blood. Of course, if Matthias' answer was yes, Zee would go out of his way to punch him.

"Well, if that's all you were going to tell me, I think I have some business to attend to." Like chasing after certain fae and making them answer questions.