"Let me through. You out!"
Christian glared at Mary and his mother shaking his head Christian sidled next to Jessica and grasped her hand.
"I want to be here." Mary reluctantly agreed.
A few hours later Jessica was still squeezing Christian's hand this time crying out as another contraction ripped though her body.
"Things were easier when you were giving me the silent treatment." Christian said.
Just hours before Jessica had been upset over Christian's reluctance to speak to his father, three months of dodging calls and midnight arguments made Jessica very grumpy, as least in the weeks up to the birth he had allowed Diane into the house, aware that she was the only one to have birthed a hybrid.
Mary insisted on being the midwife as she was 'more of a mother to Christian than that blood sucker had ever been'. The arguments between Mary and Diane were almost if not more so irritating as Christian and Julian's.
"It was your fault" She huffed.
"It's not good to argue, I am very busy now."
"You are busy?" She snapped. "I can do this with Diane and Mary thank you very much, you can go sit downstairs with the men."
"Ah, but Jessica I was here when we made this child, I might as well see it through." He said grinning.
Jessica would have hit him if she could have reached him. The bulk of her stomach blocked nearly everything from view. Except it could not block out Christian, his face was looming above her and he was grinning.
Well, he could smile as much as he wanted. He wasn't the one with pain ripping through his body. She had that privilege. Though she could not help smiling when the pain eased. He was determined to have her laughing through her contractions, and he was very successful.
"You are not going to scream again are you?" He asked, frowning noticing the dazed look on Jessica's face.
"I might, if it suits me." Jessica huffed again as he wiped her brow with a damp cloth.
"Give me the cloth" she said, panting. "It eases the nausea to have it over my mouth. It's the damp wool"
"The damp wool? You are going to give me a lycan child! Confess it, Jessica! You are conspiring to birth a child who enjoys rolling in puddles and drinking from the toilet." Jessica laughed at his reference to werewolves. Christian always preferred his vampire heritage.
"I fess up." she said as another contraction began to slide its way over her belly. "I confess to having a lycan child"
"Tell me." He said when the pain passed. "We made this child that day in the woods, didn't we?"
"What day in the woods? You enjoy romping in the woods too much. I've lost count"
"You must remember. I know you must." He whispered as Mary felt her belly and pressed to feel the baby's head all was well, although Diane couldn't help but point out her cards had told her everything would be fine.
"It was the day when I brought you that necklace." Christian fingered the golden howling wolf around Jessica's slender neck.
"I remember it was cold." She gritted out, holding his hand tightly.
"I remember only the sun and the blue of sky."
"You would. It was me who was bared from nipple to knee, legs spread for the world and his dog to see." They both blushed as Diane tsked.
"So you do remember." Christian whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
