As Sinafay pulled away from her she stood against the tree, dazed. How could she be pregnant? They weren't the same race, not even closely related. But a little voice inside her whispered well that's how the Halflings came about, and the Halfelves. Why not a Drow and Fae child? She shook her head and slowly fell to her knees. But she couldn't be. Not after the first time. It only took one time that voice persisted. Her eyes stared blankly into the tree's bark, her hands coming to wrap around her flat stomach. After years of sleeping with the men of her people's court, half hoping she'd get pregnant so her parents would see her as ruined good, she got pregnant the one time she knew she shouldn't have. A tendril of power confirmed it. Sinafay's seed had been strong and true. Lina was now pregnant. Which meant her life as she knew it was over.
Sinafay grinned, pulling back. The joining had been unlike anything else he had ever experienced. Powerful and intense. Just like this little beauty. He brushed his long hair out of his eye and turned to look at her, ready to pull him into his arms. Then he stopped as he caught sight of her. She sat on the ground, her long curls pooling on the ground around her. She stared unseeingly before her, her arms wrapped around her protectively. Her entire posture and slack jawed expression screamed for him to get away. But instead, not wanting to lose her yet, he knelt on the ground beside her, whispering her name. Her eyes flicked towards him and she paled even more. A small whimper escaped her and she flung herself into his arms.
"What have I done Sinafay? I will be turned out, my family will hate me. I will have no place for my child to go that will be safe," she sobbed against his shoulder. With a curse, he pushed her back, searching her bare body for signs of pregnancy. Finding none he recognized he tilted her chin up so her violet gaze met his red one.
"I do not think your family will turn you out for being pregnant. I just wish you had told me, I would have been gentler with you," he said gently. But his words, meant to soothe, brought forth more tears.
"You don't understand! I wasn't before you. My people will kick me out for having a mix breed child," she whispered. Pushing from him, she stood up and started pacing. Her teeth found her lower lip and tugged on it. She could possibly hide the news for a few more months. Maybe longer if she wore the new styles of empire waists popular now in court. She would take Lord Lakin's offer, if he would still take her after the shame of today's events. Once she was married to Lakin, she would have some protection, as would her child. Though it would be tricky to explain the child's odd looks to everyone. Maybe if she went back and claimed rape, with the men using nets to keep her from flying away. But she didn't want her people to be angry at Sinafay's people; especially if they were as sweet as Sinafay. She sobbed softly and moved faster, wrapping her wings around her body like a cloak.
He sat on the ground where she had left him, trying to wrap his mind around her words. A mix breed child? And she hadn't been pregnant before him? That meant he was the father. This was impossible, or next to. He caught her hand as she passed by him again, tugging her into his lap. "What do you mean Lina? Are you saying what I think you are? Am I the father?" he asked. Her tiny nods left him feeling blown away with joy and surprise. He was a father. He never thought he would ever see the day! "But how can you tell? I thought it took women weeks to be sure. And you seem sure."
"My power...I can tell. I felt another life being created the instant it happened. And then I felt her thoughts afterwards. They are unformed, and barely there, but there." She sighed softly and rested her head on his shoulder, soaking in the moments she had left with him. "I don't know how I will explain her looks, but I will make sure she is safe, even if I have to be hurt in her stead. And I promise my new husband will never touch her," she promised.