Loona’s knees pulled close to her chest, tail wrapped tight around her legs like a tether. The test still lay on the tile across from her, glowing faintly like it knew what it had done.
Her ears rang. Her heartbeat echoed off the walls louder than the humming bulb above.
Thoughts swirled. Tangled. Clashed.
Do I even want this?
What does it mean?
What if Blaze finds out?
What if I tell him… and he’s excited?
Worse—what if he’s not?
She pressed the heel of her palm against her eyes, trying to smother the tears threatening to rise again. “No. No. No, no. I don’t do this.”
She wasn’t supposed to be this kind of girl.
She wasn’t supposed to be scared.
She was supposed to bite and growl and keep the world three feet away at all times unless she wanted it closer. She didn’t do crying in the middle of the night, hugging herself like something fragile.
She wasn’t soft.
But now… her hands shook. Her stomach twisted. Her chest felt like it was full of stones.
Abort it?
The word hit like a punch.
But it was an option.
She didn’t want a kid. She never planned for a kid. She’d barely survived being a kid.
The idea of someone depending on her—relying on her—it wasn’t just terrifying. It was unreal.
Blaze. What would he say?
Would he panic? Would he blame her?
Or worse… would he smile?
Would he see this as something good, something “meant to be”? He was soft like that sometimes. With his broken toys and half-saved ghosts and glitchy roommates.
Would he want it?
Would he say things that made her feel guilty if she didn’t?
Her claws clenched.
She didn’t even know what she wanted.
And that scared her most of all.
After what felt like an hour—but was only minutes—she finally pushed herself to her feet.
Wobbly.
Shaky.
But upright.
She picked up the test, wrapped it in a towel, and stuffed it in the cabinet behind old bottles and junk Blaze never touched. Out of sight. For now.
She splashed cold water on her face. Her reflection stared back, red-eyed, unsteady. But she managed a breath. Then another.
She cracked the door open and peeked out.
The apartment was still. Blaze’s quiet snores drifted from the bedroom. Mal0 sat curled up in sleep-mode, her face a dark blur on a screen saver. Mangle hung from a ceiling fan like a cat-shaped dreamcatcher, twitching every few seconds.
Loona stepped lightly back into the bedroom.
Blaze shifted as she slid under the covers, murmuring in his sleep and instinctively reaching for her. His arm draped over her waist, his paw warm against her stomach.
She froze.
For just a second.
Then she closed her eyes.
Breathe. Just breathe.
She’d figure it out.
She always did.
Even if this time…
She wasn’t sure how.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I couldn't resist doing a scene from the upcoming "Hell of A Legacy" story. Which I actually have written now and will need to edit. It'll be coming after "Hell of A Holiday"
Come on. We all knew this was coming... just a matter of "when" it was due!
Loona. The snarling, angry "get the fuck away from me" hellhound now facing her most uncertain path.
What choice to be made? "How do I do this? I never had a mother..."
You mean all the subtly of "Grrr, I'm randomly moody for one or two moments... le gasp! Pregennanant?!"
Again, I love the characters of the show, but my god the writing and tone doesn't do them justice. Rest assured, I'll handle it like the rest of the story ;D
You mean all the subtly of "Grrr, I'm randomly moody for one or two moments... le gasp! Pregennanant
