Jamaica

Chapter Thirty Seven

Dimitri's coronation was in exactly 5 days, and I could see that he was anxious about it. He would wake up in the middle of the night to stare at the patterns in the ceiling, and stress eat (or drink) at random times in the day.
"Dimitri, you're stressing me by doing this." I complained when I caught him deep in thought at midnight. Dimitri was sitting in the kitchen, glass of blood in hand.
"I can't help it..." He said simply with a look of both worry and defeat etched on his gorgeous face.
"What exactly is worrying you so much? Your dream is going to come true in a few days..."
"I don't know... I want to be King, I do..."
"But?" I inquire.
"What if my people don't want to have a human for a queen...?"
"Don't make this about me. I don't want to be anyone's queen."
"You will have to at some point at least. I can't hide you away forever. They'll see that I'm different. I don't hook up with random girls anymore, or even look at other women at all ever since you..." He paused and looked me in the eyes; blue on brown. "They'll start digging around and asking questions. I don't want to hide my woman but I also don't want to be considered a bad ruler for whatever we decide to do with the situation... I just want to be a good ruler, like my dad. A just king."
"And you will be if you have more faith in yourself." I kissed his cheek.
"Agnes will be back, you know..."
"I'm not scared of her."
"She may not have powers beyond the gift of sight but that doesn't make her any less powerful. She has powerful friends to cast spells, and bewitch for her where she can't poison things herself. She's probably watching and waiting." He said and then shuddered slightly.
"I refuse to be intimidated by a snake like her."
Dimitri flinched at the word 'snake', as if I had spat it at him also. Perhaps I had in a way... The 'snake' was, after all, his mother. Is his mother; the woman who had birthed him and nursed him - even though she sucked at it.
I hugged Dimitri, bringing his head to my chest. We enjoyed a comfortable silence.
"You feel different." He spoke suddenly, as if only now noticing something that he should have noticed a long time ago.
I laughed at him. "That's ridiculous."
His hands travelled to my breasts. "They're bigger." He groaned.
"And tender because my period is coming." I explained.
"No, no. Its different." He insisted, looking up at me. "You smell different too. Only slightly. But still different."
"So what are you trying to say? That I'm pregnant?" I snorted.
"I don't know... It might be possible."
"You're joking. This is a prank right?" I let go of him and created a distance between us.
"I'm just saying what I notice." He put his hands up in surrender. It made me imagine him dropping the subject like a hot potato thrown into his open palms.
"Well, don't say things like that to me." I scoffed and walked to the cupboard to look for cookies.
"You're making it sound like a bad thing."
I stopped in my tracks and turned around to glare at him. If looks could kill.
"Okay, so you don't want to have a family with me...?"
"Not while I'm a walking bullseye available for target practice thanks to Agnes and also potentially the entire continent if they don't appreciate the fact that I'm your mate. Don't be a baby about it."
Dimitri chuckled. "The irony..."
"What!?"
"Imagine if you're actually carrying our baby, it would be ironic that you'd call me a baby." He smirked as he walked over to me, reached behind me into the cupboard and fished out a packet of chocolate chip cookies for me. The ones I had loved so much so suddenly.
I snatched them from him. "Thank you." I said as I resolved to ignore him because he was having a field day with the possibility of pregnancy. I kissed my teeth in irritation at his stupid, boyish grin. "I'm done with this conversation, okay?"
"Okay." He laughed. He watched me as I stomped out of the kitchen. "You'd be quite the sight... carrying our little creation inside you, breasts swollen and leaking milk..." He couldn't finish telling me about his pathetic fantasy because I was on him in a flash, pinching his skin anywhere I could making sure to leave red marks that wouldn't be there for long because of his fast healing.
"Oh shit! Fuck!" He laughed despite the pain as he tried to get me off of him. "So god damn violent, Jay." He rubbed his sore ribs and then his nipples and neck.
"Its what happens when you piss me off." I warned.
"You tease me all the time though."
"Not about serious things like this."
"You might not even be pregnant, Jamaica."
"Might? I didn't even think it was possible."
"Well, I'm not sterile, if that's what you thought."
"You bum! I mean being able to make a hybrid." I stopped, and whispered. "Did you know there was a chance?" Terror held me in a choke hold and squeezed hard.
"A baby, you mean. Saying hybrid makes it sound like we're breeding dogs." I shot daggers at him with my eyes to get him to answer my question seriously. "I didn't give it much thought, if it happens, it happens." He shrugged.
I sat down on the stool and tried to calm down. Breath... In. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Out. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
This was not how I wanted my life to turn out. There was too much going on and now the possibility of being pregnant because of my own naivety. I wanted to cry.
"Jay? Hey, it was a joke. Do you want me to call the doctor so we can be sure?" Dimitri cooed in my ear while he rubbed my back.
"Yes please." I fought the urge to cry.
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The doctor was here first thing in the morning.
"Good morning, Miss Jamaica." He smiled as I walked into the sitting room. He stood up to shake my hand. I had never seen him before. This man, with his rolled up sleeves and a stethoscope slung around his neck will be the one to deliver the news that would alter the course of my entire life forever. A complete stranger. Perhaps it was better that way.
"Morning." I shook his hand and studied his dark brown skin and the way his straight, jet black hair was combed neatly to the side. Too neatly. I wanted to use my palm to rub it vigorously to mess it up - not out of spite, but out of desperation to find an outlet for the anxiety bubbling within.
"I'm Doctor Mitra." He beamed.
Dr. Mitra took a blood sample, and a urine sample because Dimitri and I wanted to be sure. The wait was long and nerve-wracking, I was glad for Dimitri's constant hand holding and tender kisses as he told me we'll be okay whatever the results.
"Congratulations..." The doctor began but I blocked him out. I also blocked out Dimitri's expression of pride and excitement. I had left my body. Dimitri hugged me and kissed me and said things to me but I only barely felt his caresses and watched as his lips moved. Tears of joy threatened to spill from his blue eyes as dread filled mine. I watched as he sank to the floor, and pressed his red forehead to my flat belly.
"I don't want it." I caught myself by surprise. 'How evil!' I cursed myself. Its just a baby. A poor, helpless baby... A baby I was not ready for and did not want. Is this what Dimitri's mother had felt? Is it why she had been evil. I was evil.
"What?" Dimitri froze. Time froze. Our hearts broke.