Blade stood staring at the test strip. No
matter how many times he looked it still read the same: “Positive.” He cursed
under his breath. He had no idea what had possessed him to have sex with
Brutus. The test mocked his belief that he was not in love with anyone. The
conception potion was locked up and Blade made sure that Ice’s supply of plasma
juice was placed in his room as soon as it was doctored. Ice was due in two
months. His Master would return in time for that event. Blade had no idea how
his Master would react to Blade’s pregnancy.
Blade walked out of the lab and plopped down
on the couch next to Brutus. Some boring sporting event was playing on the TV.
“Something wrong?” Brutus asked taking is
gaze from the game.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Oh. What are you going to do?”
“It’s early enough that I could terminate
without much problem.”
“But—?”
“But I don’t want to. I want this child.”
“Even though it’s not Ice’s?”
“I want it because it’s your child.”
“Okay.” Brutus turned back to the game.
“You’re enthusiasm for your impending
fatherhood is underwhelming.” Blade commented drily.
“Your body. Your choice. The child isn’t
exactly sanctioned.”
“I know.” Blade leaned against Brutus who
absent-mindedly put his arm around him.
Ice delivered his child without too much fuss
two months later. It was a healthy boy, Abe.
Blade gave birth six months after that without his Master even noticing
that he had been pregnant. It was a healthy boy, Ace.
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