It's been a few weeks, and my days have been spent with Asmoday, and my nights with Dark. I've been a bit under the weather and out of the loop, and they've both picked up on it. Dark is worried, and Asmoday is just puzzled, and almost offended that I won't tell him what's bothering me. I suppose I'll have to in good time. I laid beside Asmoday staring up at the ceiling. We've been talking about absolutely nothing for hours and I've been loving the intimate alone time. "Let me ask you something." I said. "Go for it." he replied. "Do you like kids?" he looked at me, puzzled. "That's a strange question, but, yes, I do like kids. They're loads of work, but loads of fun at the same time." I felt a bit at ease hearing that. "That's great...because apparently, I'm pregnant." he was surprised, but happy. "That's amazing, I'm so happy for you." he said. "Glad you feel that way, because it's been months since I've slept with a human man. Lots of months." I watched his expression change to confused. "So what, is this some kind of immaculate conception?" he joked. "If by immaculate conception you mean me and you fucking like rabbits, then yes." He laughed. "(Y/N), I'm sure you haven't forgotten that we're not the same species...and my kind doesn't have kids." "You have Arioch." "Yeah, and you know that story." he showed me his scar. "Everything that made him is gone from me. Has been since before he was born." I felt stupid and definitely sounded stupider, but there was no other explanation. I knew better than to suspect Dark. "Augmentations sometimes don't get removed all the way..." "(Y/N), it isn't me. It can't be. I'm here for you, but that is not what's happening." "Then what is?" I asked. He paused. "I have no idea. I don't pry into your sex life just as you don't pry into mine." "I know who I've slept with. Believe me." "That's a positive...but, I think you're wrong here. I wouldn't go around telling others about this...or you will get that falling out you're so afraid of." I knew he was right. "I'm not telling anyone anything just yet, but this conversation needed to happen." He sighed. "Look, I'm almost a hundred percent positive that you're mistaken...but if you're not, we are in deep shit." "Why is that? You don't want another kid?" He gave me a look. "(Y/N), do you know why we don't have kids?" he asked. I shook my head. "There are actually quite a few reasons, but one of the biggest is to prevent hybrids from being born. They're not what you probably think. If it were to happen, it wouldn't live long, but it would destroy anything and anyone in its path. I'm not sure why, but that's just the way it is." I suddenly felt nervous...and nauseated. "Don't worry, like I said, I'm pretty sure that's not what's happening." I couldn't figure out what else it could be. "I don't know why you think that it's not. Everything points to you." "Why? Because a long, long time ago I participated in an experiment? (Y/N), come on. You're not even being open to other possibilities." "No I'm not. There just aren't any." "Perhaps in your mind." I stared straight ahead for awhile before I felt Asmoday's gaze on my face. "What?" I asked. "You're scaring me a little." he replied. "You're scaring me a lot." I replied. "Don't freak out on me, everything will be fine." Well, at least he didn't run away screaming. I half expected that. "What if...what if I'm right?" I asked. "Like I said, we're fucked. Temporarily, but stilll...and there will be some irreversible damage done to your relationship with Arioch." I hated the sound of that. "Your wife?" "Would be just as shocked as me. Other than that, nothing." "So...she wouldn't be angry?" "What for? I'm on time out, remember? I can do what I want." I'm amazed by the structure of a typical demon romantic relationship. Faithfulness goes right out the damn window in a heartbeat, and comes back just as quickly. "Would you hate me?" I asked. "Hate you? Of course not. Nothing here would change." I curled up a bit. "This is not good." I whined. "You're really stressing on this, calm down a bit." Calm down? Yeah right. "I can't." I felt him hug me from behind. "Nope, that's how we got into this mess in the first place." I said, pushing his hands away. "If you say so." he replied, rolling away from me. "I honestly don't feel weak. Last time I knocked someone up, I lost everything that made me a demon. Consider that." I did and it made me feel better, but 8 positive pregnancy tests in a plastic bag under my bed tells me something isn't right. "I am pregnant, Asmoday. There aren't any two ways about it...and maybe you will start to feel it in good time...or maybe not at all, because I'm not a demon." "Why'd you have to say that? Now I'm all anxious." He's finally starting to get it. "I suppose in good time, what will be will be." I said. That's the most rational sentence I've spoken since the first test I took days ago. And it just might be my last. "You're starting to convince me that you're right, (y/n). I promise you I'm not going anywhere, but...this is not going to be pleasant for either of us."
