feral | sting eucliffe

LXXIII | WS

Episode 73: Welcomed Surprise!

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"YOU'RE PREGNANT," Porlyusica said, Y/n's heart instantly dropping. She sighed, staring blankly at Y/n before ignoring the surprise in the young girl's voice. "You had sex didn't you?" The h/c haired girl's face turned red immediately, a small yelp escaping her lips. The medic chuckled at that but moved on with the conversation.

She swiveled a vile, "Unprotected too, right? And I believe the supposed father is outside, sitting and whining because I kicked him out, but not you?" She continued to muse as Y/n fell silent. Porlyusica could feel the waves of distress leaving the girl's body, but knew that there was no way that Y/n was going to abort the baby.

Striding towards her, the adult settled a shoulder on Y/n. "Why don't you let him in? There's a number of things I need to explain before you two leave as parents." She smiled kindly—something that was incredibly unusual of her—as she walked over to another side of her 'office'. Y/n stumbled to the door, opening it.

Sting instantly shot up, hearing the click of the doorknob and rising to his feet. Lector curled up more, settled on the dragon slayer's shoulders. Porlyusica immediately got into the information as soon as they returned, "Since your DNA is constantly changed to morph to different animals and you use the panther morph the most, part of that DNA is ingrained into you."

She looked pointedly at the two, "In short, the baby will be there for only three months, not nine like other parents." Sting blinked rapidly, beyond confused. He didn't understand what was going on, absolutely bewildered. Y/n glanced over at him nervously. Porlyusica walked away, muttering something about dramatic teens.

Y/n took a hold of his hand, "Remember that morning two weeks ago?" He nodded slowly, a bright red blush glowing on his cheeks. Y/n would've taken the opportunity to potentially tease him over how cute he looked, but more nervousness and nausea were cooking up in her stomach rather than romantic confidence.

"So," She gently took his hands as a coping mechanism of sorts. Her fingers brushed against his, wrapping around them. "Turns out, I'm pregnant," Y/n swallowed harshly, awaiting a response. His hand was pulled away from her grip and her head fell at the sight, feeling an overbearing weight of guilt her in the chest. Does he not want this?

Y/n bitterly bit her bottom lip. I was stupid for thinking that'd he'd want this in the first place. Her thoughts concluded negative things as his arms quickly wrapped around her neck, pulling her close as he rested his head in the crook of her neck, slumping slightly. A sigh left his lips as his weight pushed onto her, "And you really made me worried for a second there."

Tears pooled in her eyes at the statement, knowing that he was far from scared or upset over their addition to the family. Feeling something wet drip onto his shoulder, Sting looked up and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Hey, don't cry. We might have a son or a daughter; there's nothing to be upset about." He grinned, pressing their lips together briefly.

Although the kiss was short, there was so much affection and passion in it. Her cheeks warmed at the sensation, feeling his lips shape into a small smile. Their teeth nearly clashed together, a messy yet joyful show of love. He pulled away after, still holding her face in his hands. "I'm not sure if the others will be excited or horrified to hear that I'll be a parent."

Y/n averted her eyes, giggling softly. "Rogue and Minerva will definitely be shocked," She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, digging her front teeth into the skin slightly. He chuckled at that, kissing her cheek shortly. She paused for a moment, spacing out. "Oh my Kami, we're going to be parents. What will we do? We don't have practice—" 

The female began pacing back and forth anxiously, escaping her boyfriend's grip. Y/n raked her hands through her hair, obviously stressed. "What about the finances? I still have to go on missions—" She was stopped once he captured her in his arms again, shaking his head and looking at her. "You're not going on any missions. Are you insane? You're pregnant, Y/n."

She scowled back, "I'm pregnant, not paraplegic." He rolled his eyes, sweeping her into his arms in a bridal style carry. Sting kicked open the door, Lector latching onto his shoulder as Porlyusica cursed out the teen, waving her fist in the air. The blond didn't care at the moment, ignoring his girlfriend's insistent complaints telling him to put her down.

After a few moments of silence, he began talking. "You have a fetus; specifically, ours. Therefore, you're not going on any mission. I refuse to risk the baby and I know that you do too; don't worry about finances or anything, we'll figure it out. . . eventually." Sting gave her a boyish grin, one that washed away her worries almost instantly.

She shook her head, a slight laugh leaving her lips. "Okay, but that doesn't stop me from worrying." He sighed, knowing her behavior already. Y/n was about to open her mouth, about to continue their conversation, but he easily silenced her with his lips. She hummed into the kiss, their noses brushing against each other, a small breath leaving her lips as they pulled away.

"Don't want to get carried away, right?" He wiggled his brows playfully, making his girlfriend red in the face. She looked away, the tips of her ears burning madly. He chuckled at that, finding the expression cute. "B-By the way," The girl stuttered, fidgeting awkwardly as her feet shuffled on the floor. "Yes." She responded cryptically, making his brows furrow.

"Yes, what?" He blinked at her incredulously. She sighed, her cheeks refusing to return to their original color. "To what your question was at the ball, I thought about it on my way back a few weeks ago and pieced together what you were going to ask." He chuckled at that, "You're saying yes to being my girlfriend?"

Sting grinned toothily, index finger pointing at her belly. "Don't you think it's a little too late for that?"