A Slender Child

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

It was two weeks till my due date, and I was as big as a house.

I laid on couch watching daytime TV and eating moose tracks straight out of the container. Damn these cravings.

Slendy teleported into the room just then and took in my appearance, which was probably considerably less than attractive at the moment. He raised his brow in amusement. "Can I have a bite, or were you not planning on sharing?" he asked, gesturing towards the ice cream.

I glared at him. "Hey, I can't help it, okay?"

He chuckled and sat on the edge of the couch. "Bite?" he asked again, a smile playing at his lips.

I rolled my eyes and scooped a spoonful and held it up to his mouth. A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he ate it. "Thank you," he smirked. His face was so close to mine, I could feel the chill on his breath from eating the ice cream. I inhaled deeply the sent of him. Mmm. Peppermint.

He leaned forward and kissed me softly. "I now understand that human expression of a woman with child 'glowing.' You're positively radiant my little one," he said.

I giggled. "Please, spare me."

"I'm not kidding! You, my love, are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," he insisted.

I shoved him playfully. "Oh shut it. You're such a kiss up."

"Hmm, kiss up? I can live with that," he grinned and leaned in to me again.

"Slendy! Seriously!" How could this man still make me blush like this, even after all these years? "I'm like, huge." I stuck my tongue out in disgust.

He sighed. "No Sky, you're pregnant. There's a difference." He brushed my hair behind my ear. "And you're still beautiful, no matter how 'huge' you get." Gently he splayed his pale hand over my swollen stomach. Right on cue the baby squirmed beneath his touch, and Slendy smile.

I smiled too. "It's been moving around so much recently. I think it's getting cramped," I said. Poor kid.

Slendy leaned his forehead against my belly. "Don't worry little one. Not too much longer now," he whispered to our unborn child.

I raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I thought I was your little one?"

He looked up at me startled for a moment, then noticed that my expression was joking. He grinned. "Well, I think the baby will mostly likely have you beat in the size deficiency department."

I glared at him. "It better if I've gotta squeeze this thing out."

Slender was serious in an instant. "You know Sky, I do wish you would consider a Caesarian section. There's too much of a risk of complications."

I sighed. "Slendy, we've been through this. I want to do it myself!"

"Yes, yes, I know. Stubborn as always," he said scowling.

I reached up and stroked his face. "Don't worry Slendy, I'll be alright."

He grabbed my chin and ran his thumb over my lip while he seemed to take in every detail of my face. "You'd better be."

There was a long pause that seemed to stretch forever as we just gazed at each other.

"You know, we still haven't picked out any names," I said finally.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"I kinda like Robin," I said.

"For a boy or a girl?" he wondered.

"Girl. Robin Kaylee. Jason Thomas if it's a boy."

Slendy considered it for a moment. "If it's a girl, I want its middle name to be Sky," he requested. I made a face. Named after me? Really? He must be joking. "What? It's a beautiful name," he said in a smoldering voice that made my insides melt.

I caved. "Alright, fine. Robin Sky. But on one condition," I bargained.

He raised his brow. "And that is?"

"I want you there when it's born."

Slender stared at me. "Excuse me?"

"You heard."

"Sky... Have you forgotten the fact that I don't exactly look human?" He waved a hand in front of his blank face.

"Trender made himself look human with make up," I said.

Slender narrowed his eyes - or would have if he'd had any. "I'm not wearing make up."

"Please?" I begged.

"No Sky. I'm not my brother, and incase you hadn't noticed, I'm straight."

I rolled my eyes. "Well duh!" I giggled. "And the make up doesn't mean you're gay! Besides, no one but me would even know you're wearing it."

"I would know," he growled.

"So?"

"I'm not doing it."

"But I want you there with me..."

He hesitated and I bit my lip in anticipation. He looked at me and sighed. "Of course I'll be there," he said, and I started to smile. "But I'm not wearing make up."

"Slendy..." I whined. "How do you expect to blend in?"

"Sunglasses," he said simply.

"And your ears?"

"I'll wear a hoody."

A gasped dramatically. "You're going to wear something OTHER than a suit?" I couldn't hide my amused grin.

"If it's that or make up, it's really the only choice I have," he mumbled sullenly.

"What about your mouth?"

"I have a mouth," he protested.

"But it's nearly invisible except for when you're talking," was my rebuttal. "You know, with a little color to define it..."

"I'm NOT wearing make up Sky," he said adamantly.

I gritted my teeth. He wasn't going to budge on this, I realized. Glowering at him, I swung my legs over the edge of the couch to stand up. "Don't blame me then when people start asking questions," I snapped.

"They won't. No one will pay me the slightest attention, I assure you. You and the baby will be everyone's main focus," he said.

I started to say something back as I stood, but stopped. Instead my mouth popped open in a strangled gasp as I felt something inside of me contract painfully. A sharp feeling, like a bolt of lightning, shot through my body from my groin and I clutched at my abdomen. "Ow," I winced. A wet, warm feeling registered with my senses and a lightbulb in my head clicked on. Immediately I knew what was happening.

My subconscious was in a frenzied panic. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Now?!'

Slendy was looking at me in alarm. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tense.

Damn this really hurt. "Go get your sunglasses," I gasped. Apparently the kid couldn't wait two more weeks...

Well, at least we had a name now.