My Fiancé's Sister ~ Trixya

Chapter 22 - Baby

A/N this is one of my favorite chapters pls enjoy!

2 Years Later

Trixie rolls across the hard wood floor on her computer chair across to Katya on her side of the desk at Doctor Bitchcraft Tattoo. She knocks into Katya, making her mess up the drawing she's working on. Katya's about to say something but holds herself back when she looks up at Trixie with a sly smile planted on her face.

"What?" She eyes her skeptically.

"Let's make a baby." Trixie says tracing one of the tattoos on Katya's forearm with her finger.

"Unless you're expecting me to magically grow a penis, that isn't happening." Katya turns her attention back to her drawing, erasing the mistake Trixie caused her to make.

"I'm being serious." Trixie takes the pencil out of Katya's hand and tosses it behind her, forcing Trixie to pay attention.

"Do I really seem like the motherly type?" Katya exhales. She couldn't picture herself walking around with a baby, playing with it, singing to it, feeding it, and definitely not changing it. But she could see Trixie doing all of those things, and that always put a smile on her face.

"You can be the daddy. You can teach her how to be tough and all that." Trixie says in a deep voice and chuckles, squeezing Katya's strong bicep.

"Her? We're having a girl?" Katya asks, smiling. She grabs Trixie's hand and pulls her up out of her chair and down into her lap. Trixie's desire is starting to get infectious.

"I hope so." She says with a dreamy look in her eye.

"I suppose you have her name picked out already as well?" Katya teases Trixie. With all the living Trixie does inside her head, she probably has the child's whole life planned out by now.

"I have a few in mind." Trixie blushes.

"And I'm supposed to pay a man to come over and plant you with his seed?"

"Gross, no! We'll pick a donor together, figure out when I'm ovulating and then they'll implant it in me or however it works." She rambles on. "Or if we want, we can use your egg. I'm always open to that option."

"Wow, you've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"Yup." Trixie smiles proudly.

"Then let's do it." Katya says, smiling back. If it's what Trixie wants, she'll gladly help her get it. Not to mention that underneath all her fear and insecurities about being a parent, it excites Trixie just as much.

"Yeah?!" Trixie squeals excitedly.

"Yeah." Katya chuckles, rubbing her hand in a circle on Trixie's stomach. "But I want her to have your genes, for sure and if we decide later on we want another kid we can use mine. Deal?"

"Deal."

...

One month later...

Katya runs up the stairs at home, trying to find Trixie. Work went by so slow today, she couldn't wait to close up the shop, run to the store for a couple pregnancy tests, and rush home so Trixie could take it. She felt like the tables had turned and now she was more excited about the prospect of a baby than Trixie was. She throws the doors open to the bedroom and then the studio, but she's not in either of them. She goes to the last room at the end of the hall, the room that will be the baby's nursery, if Trixie is pregnant. She

flings the door open to find Trixie lying on the floor in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling with her hands folded together on her stomach.