Of Warlords and Children (Trafalgar Law Book 2)

Chapter Eighteen

Rayne's Pov

At his words I can't believe it, what was he going on about? 

He steps forward as I step back, he’s starting to get himself worked up. A worked up Vein was never good. “No, how could I even trust you? You never told me that you were still in contact with the marines, you never told me that Mihawk was your dad, and you never told me that we knew each other before I was even ten years old! So you know what? I don’t want to hear your lies. Even if you were telling the truth it’s not like I’d know anymore.”

Vein looks torn, “You just don’t get it. I wanted to tell you about that. I wanted it so bad but I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Would you have even believed that I was the guy who taught you to read? That I was the one who was your best friend? That I was the one who tried to keep you away from Kizaru’s brat so that your father wouldn’t try and set you two up? Huh?”

I don’t say anything because he’s right. I would call anyone who said that to me a liar, especially since I couldn’t remember it at all. until recently The only way I even knew this was true was because of the letters my father wrote that I found earlier today. 

“You’re right… I wouldn’t have. Still, you killed Oz, how can I even look at you after something like that? You’re a murderer and that right there makes me not want to believe in anything you say.”

“I fed you a lot of things that you weren’t supposed to eat; fish, unpasteurized dairy products, caffeine–need I go on? The point is I did a lot of things that aren’t good for a pregnant woman and yet despite me doing this for weeks you haven’t had a miscarriage yet–”

“Oh my god.” I clap my hand over my mouth, I think I’m actually going to be sick. “You sick bastard! How could you do that to us?”

“Because you’re not pregnant!” He roars, “Don’t you get it? You’re not getting bigger! You’re supposedly eight and half months along in your pregnancy, which means you should look like an adorable little boat at this point but you don’t!”

I squeeze my eyes shut and try hard not to cry any more than I am right now. I’m so frustrated, angry, and scared. A part of me can’t help but wonder if Vein is telling me the truth. But why would Law lie to me like that? I mean the way he’s been treating me all these months, the gentle touches, loving words, and extra care– was it all for nothing? If so, then why lie to all of us, the crew included?

“How would you even know?” I ask, a last-ditch effort to catch him in what can only be a lie. It has to be, he has to be lying. 

“You’re forgetting that I used to be a doctor. Besides, my devil fruit ability is Carbon Manipulation. Meaning, if you’re pregnant then you’re creating a new being inside of you which results in more carbon content. So yeah, I would know if you were pregnant or not. Probably better than even the Surgeon of Death himself.”

That’s like a blow to my gut. A final blow at that. 

My legs crumple and I hit the floor on my knees. Pain lances up through them but I hardly notice. After all, my world has just been turned on my head. Vein rushes over to me and takes my arms in his hands. 

“I want to take a test. I want to see this with my own eyes.” I shake him off, his touch disgusts me. Vein nods and gets to his feet. He stalks over to one of the drawers in the infirmary and slides it open. Reaching in he grabs the test and brings it over to me. 

A blush is across his face, “Er… I assume that you don’t need me to tell you how this works?”

“No, now leave me alone.” I snatch the test from his hand and head over to the small bathroom. I slam the bathroom door behind me and quickly take the test. Within five minutes the results are glaringly obvious.