Forever After

Burn Baby, Burn

An: More talk of pregnancy. Comfort and fluff. Also, reader is... Very briefly on fire, so be careful if you've got a phobia. No one gets hurt.

     The first month was uneventful. It wasn't until the second week of your second month that...the odd occurrences began, right around the six week mark. You were in the kitchen, making yourself the latest craving to grip you when you heard a loud crash behind you. You startled, having not heard anyone else enter the kitchen. You investigated, finding the skillet on the floor behind the island table where you usually cut vegetables and chopped meat. You frowned. You had not gotten the skillet out to begin with.

     No, just the stew pot. Your weird, sweet and salty miso soup mixture was just beginning to bubble quietly on the stove. A little scared now, you began to approach the stove, reaching for the knob to turn up the flame. You wanted it done faster so you could get the hell out, back to your makeshift nest of blankets. At this, you were distracted, pouting. Hellboy was in London currently. Something about some lady named Nimue? Whatever. She was dangerous and he had to take her out.

     As your finger tips touched the knob, the fire under the pan bloomed, tripling in size and practically exploding out from the burner. It wreathed your hands and caught on your clothes, rapidly climbing up your body. You screamed of course, stepping away from the stove and patting yourself down. The sprinklers turned on, drenching you in a couple seconds. Still, the fire was put out at least. Soup ruined, clothes half burnt from your body, and drenched to the bone...you realized through your frustrated wailing that...there was not a burn on you.

     This was how your mother found you, crying on the floor in the kitchen as you tried to fumble out your story, simply devolving into hiccups and sniffles after a couple minutes. She held you for a moment before opening her phone and calling Elijah. "There's been...an incident. Can you please pick up some maternity clothes on the way home?" She winced as Klaus began shouting questions from the passenger seat. "Please tell him she's fine. It was some weird burst of magic, I think. She's just pissed about her soup, now."

     That taken care of, she hung up and turned back to you. "You didn't have to hic! Get a whole new outfit. I have plenty upstairs not even worn yet."

     Haley smiled a pretty smile that made you feel safe and you snuggled back into her. She stroked your hair and hummed quietly. "True, but getting new things feels good. And these men have enough money to indulge you. So enjoy it, honey. Let them spoil you." There was truth in her words. You relaxed further. "Come on. Let's get you in bed while I run a warm bubble bath." You let her lead you up to your room, darting over to the literal pile of blankets on top of your bed and pulling Hellboy's trenchcoat to your chest for a deep pull of the scent. It was comforting. If you closed your eyes, you could almost pretend he was actually there.

     The bath was ready soon enough and Haley helped in before leaving you to soak. When you emerged there was a huge, fluffy bathrobe you knew was Hellboy's. You tied it on and disappeared into the folds of extra fabric. Haley reappeared with a stack of discs and got into the bed next to you, making sure you were all bundled up. "I got a bunch here. What would you like to see?"

     You looked over the selection and found that the new Disney movie looked good. "I wanted to see Luca before. Guess I forgot what with the Thanos bullshit." She got up and popped it in before laying next to you. "Relax dear. Mother's here." You didn't make it halfway through the movie before you dozed off in utter peace.

X

     The next time something weird happened was when you went out to dinner with Rebekah and Marcel. You had only barely gotten used to your taste buds as a super vamp when you discovered the pregnancy and with it a while degree of pickiness. You were at a Japanese steakhouse you hadn't tried yet and had just received your wagyu steak. You wrinkled your nose at it in horror and mild disgust. "They've ruined this beautiful cut of meat! Look at it!" You poked the well done piece of beef, showing how tough and colorless it was. "Any of the chefs I run with would be horri-" Before you could finish your thought, the steak burst into flames that shot a couple feet from the top of the plate. There was nowhere to backpedal so you panicked before Marcel, ever the quick thinker pulled you sideways from the booth, away from the fire.

     "Rebekah, please tip the waitress. I'm going to get (Y/n) out to the car." Once the fire was out and there was a bunch of money on the table to keep questions from getting asked, you are on your way back home. You sat quietly in the backseat, ashamed of your lack of control. Your magic was going nuts lately. It made you feel like a child again. You had ruined a good dinner. To make matters worse, you were certain that Marcel had been about to propose to your aunt.

     As a result, you didn't say a word the whole way back, quietly pouting to yourself. You did text Marcel that you were very, very sorry when he dropped you off and left with your aunt. He immediately replied that you shouldn't worry. He was a man with back up plans for his back up plans. Hellboy still wasn't home. You stared in disappointment at the empty bed, your lip quivering. It had been almost a week since he left. Instead you slid to the floor, blocking your door and had a good cry. Why was it so crappy right now?

     Your cellphone rang and you hit accept without looking, sniffling. "HeLo?" Your voice warbled. "NoW's NoT a GoOd TiMe." Your voice cracked and the tears began to streak full force.

     "Woah, babe, whats wrong?" Hellboy came through clear and full of concern.

     You brightened a little, taking a deep breath and steadying. "It's...just a lot. My powers are going crazy. Well, not entirely. Things just keep catching on fire and I ruined dinner and-"

     "Slow down. Take another deep breath." He guided you through a couple breathing exercises until you truly calmed and could speak more clearly. "Do you want to try again? What's this about all these fires?" So you explained slowly and talked over it with him. "I bet it's just the baby. It is part demon. You know, like...from hell." You chuckled, feeling better that it wasn't your fault. Not entirely.

     "What can I do about it?" You asked, moving to the best of blankets and slipping in to lay on your side.

     He was a little more troubled by this.  "I'm not sure. It's not like I can ask my mother. I'll ask the old man to look into it. We'll figure this out together, babe. Now go take care of yourself. Eat something yummy for me. Or make your dad cook. I know you like teasing him about his technique. And when I get home..." His voice dropped several sexy octaves. "I'll make it up to you."

     "I'll hold you to that." You felt a surge of tingles between your legs. "Go on. Save the world, Hellboy."

     "First, something to tide you over." Your phone dinged and you had no doubt on the nature of the image that waited for you. You said your goodbyes and pondered. Self care or dinner first? Smile curling on your lips, you began to walk downstairs.

     "Hey dad, how about I give you another Iron Chef trial? I'm in the mood for Asian..."

     You heard swearing from his room and then a deep breath. "Of course darling. Maybe go a little easier on me this time..."

     "No promises!" You laughed.