I knew I was going a few miles over the speed limit, but I badly needed to get home. Or the nearest gasoline station. My bladder was killing me.
I guessed I should've expected to be pulled over. What I did not expect was to have the police officer point a gun at my head and scream, "Get out of your car with your hands up!"
I might've peed a little.
Grumbling, I opened my door and had I not been in a foul mood, I'd laugh at the puzzled look on the officer's face. I bet he was expecting something else and not an eight-month pregnant woman behind the wheel.
He lowered his gun and peered inside my car, immediately apologetic. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to startle you. No need to step out. But... are you alone?"
It was a physical effort not to roll my eyes. I was going to strangle at least one person later.
"Yes, officer. Why do you ask?"
He took another glance inside my car as he gently closed my door. He shook his head and looked embarrassed. "I hope you don't think I'm crazy, but I thought I saw two men inside the vehicle, and one of them was holding a very large blade."
I gritted my teeth. I was going to strangle two people later.
"It must be the heat, sir. It makes you see things. Heaven knows I could see the emergency room before me right now," I said and winced as my unborn child kicked me hard.
The officer paled then and exclaimed, "You're driving fast because you're about to give birth!"
No. I just needed to get to a restroom stat. "No. I'm just late for an appointment. If I may?"
"Yes, please. Again, I apologize for the confusion. Stay safe, ma'am."
I smiled at the officer before he went back to his car and I went on my way. I made a stop at the next gasoline station to do my business, bought a dark chocolate bar to improve my mood then calmly got back in my car.
The calm instantly left me when the two shadows appeared. One with huge black wings sat in the passenger seat and the other one with a big ass scythe in the backseat.
"I told you guys that you had to stay in your human form if you wanted to tag along," I snapped at them. My child sensed how upset I was and decided to empathize by throwing a tantrum. I swore when she started kicking, it felt like she had ten feet instead of two.
Icelus looked contrite as he leaned forward and soothed us. He placed his hand on my belly and quietly spoke, "I'm sorry, Selene, but our child likes to see her father in his majestic god form. Hush,dear Reatha."
Our daughter immediately fell silent. I hated to agree, but Reatha did stay relatively serene when Icelus had his giant bat wings out. I blamed the Dark Knight marathon I'd been bingeing on since the first trimester.
"Okay, fine. But you," I glared at the figure in the backseat. "Do you have to be around all the time? No offense, Thanatos, but I'm not sure it's healthy to have the god of death around at the onset of life."
"No offense taken, Selene. But I want to be here. I need to be present when Reatha arrives. She would be my first godchild," Thanatos explained as he twirled his scythe.
"I wonder why," I muttered then grimaced when I felt the blade nick the leather seat. "But must you bring that thing with you? That's what got us in trouble earlier."
"Of course. You never know when you might need an emergency C-section."
I wanted to perform an emergency C-section on him, but Reatha woke up again and chose to lead an aggressive marching band. Moments like these, she was a nightmare like her father. Icelus tried to pacify her, but our child wanted to get to her destination today.
Zeus, this child was going to be a pain. I laughed and winced at the same time when she gave me a particularly strong kick. She was a pain now. I looked up and saw the panic, excitement and love in my husband's eyes.
"It's time," I told Icelus and he enveloped me in his wings and brought us to his realm with Thanatos following suit.
"No, Thanatos, you are not going to deliver this baby."
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A/N: It was fun incorporating my favorite characters in this club assignment. Dedicating this to Devita33 :-) Icelus' pal is recalling the good old days :D
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