-Jace-
I sat curled up by the toilet holding my waist as I sobbed brokenly in corroded pain. It had been a long morning. I just spent three hours hunched over the toilet vomiting up every substance that was sitting in my stomach. Sleep had been uncomfortable and I’d run a fever for almost an hour around midnight before Estelle went running for Alexander. He ran in and knelt by the bed, his fingers stroking my hair slowly and a soft murmur coming from his gentle lips. There was softness in his touch and kindness in the way he grazed his lips over my forehead. I tried to pry my bleary eyes open without much luck and whimpered for his fingers to run their velvet tips over my pale face. He was now sitting beside me, looking every bit as sick as I felt.
“Food poisoning.” I said lamely, watching his fingers sift through his hair. He’d spent the last hour mumbling about a fetus sitting inside of me and kept glancing at my stomach like he was expecting a round belly to just miraculously appear. To be honest I could’ve been pregnant. I’d lost track of the days I’d been confined to the mansion and I knew it’d been a while since I’d last had my period. But there was no part of me that wanted to dwell on the possibility with him sitting not even five feet away. He looked like he was having an anxiety attack.
Alex nodded and kissed me on the forehead. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick?”
“Not anymore, I just want to go lay down.” I watched him stand and then suddenly I was hovering off the ground. He’d picked me up.
“All right. C’mon.” He said in a tone gentler than I’d ever heard from him. And then we were moving. He carried me out of my room, much to my surprise, and down the long hallway, passed the staircase. With each step I was a little more lulled, the rocking motion of his arms was the best comfort I’d had in hours. His lips touched my forehead as we entered a room, and his arms tightened under me. I picked my head up weakly and looked around.
The room was made up of dark brown wood furniture, all glossy and tempered, it held a desk and a four poster bed with a black quilt and a half dozen pillows on the bed. There was a couch in front of the majestic fire place and a coffee table in front of that, and three other doors to lead out of the room. I put my head back on his shoulder and put my face in his neck. “This is your room?” I whispered, my throat heavy.
“This is my room.” He nodded and kissed my forehead for the millionth time. And then his arms were gone, replaced by the soft firmness of his mattress. “This is our room.” He said in a softer tone. “
“Our room?” I whispered softly, convinced I was half delirious. “How bad is this fever?” I croaked softly.
Alex laughed his rich, warm, lightly adorable laughter. His large, skillful hands sliding up and down my thighs and he smiled down at me, kissing me tenderly. “Pretty bad.”
I whimpered against his mouth and pulled myself closer. What had I been so worried about? If I was sick that meant that Alexander would pay more attention to me. My arms cradled his head to mine and our lips moved against each other’s, I just wanted him. I hurt and I was burning up but all I could think of was the burning need coming from the very pit of my stomach. My sex was swelling, my whole body was buzzing. Everything was making my hair rise, my pulse was thundering in my ears, my mouth watering, my whole aura alive with his touch. His smell. His warmth.
“Jaselynn.” Alex took both my hands in his left hand and sat up, getting away from me.
I whined and tried to wriggle away, upsetting my stomach more.
“Jace princess look at me.” He crooned and kissed the very corner of my jaw.
I perked up and beamed up at him. “Yes sir?” My voice came out a wavering chirp. He grinned broadly.
“Baby how long have you been here?” He whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“I don’t know.” I frowned despite his affection and closed my eyes.
“It’s been four months my sweet, sweet girl.” He kissed my neck and slid his hands up my thighs. “You’ve been here so much longer than it seems.”
The fever was making my eyes thunder shut. Everything was warm and fuzzy. I couldn’t grasp what he was saying. “So?” I croaked as the warmth that was blooded my belly took over my entire body.
“Sweetheart,” Alex kissed my jaw. “Baby…oh baby. We’re having a baby.” He whispered as I fell asleep.
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-Alex-
Pregnant. Jaselynn was pregnant. I stood by the window in my office, staring out at the black abyss of my landscape, brooding. Pregnant. I had impregnated her. Es stood behind me with her hand on my back, as if she wasn’t sure what to say either. I was having a baby. My captive…the girl who mademy heart thunder in my ears, was having a baby. I was going to be a father.

Notes

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