She looked at him, kneeling in front of her, tears in his eyes as he begged her to stay, “We’ll figure it out.”
She shook her head, one hand over her mouth to hide the trembling of her chin.
She said nothing as he hugged her legs to his chest while he buried his face in her knees and cried.
The pregnancy test lay on the counter with a little positive sign on it.
He was sterile.
She’d never been with anyone else.
When they first realized she was pregnant, they weren’t sure what to think.
It hadn’t been several months when she realized something was wrong. Shew as hungry for things that she’d never wanted before and when she checked her calendar, she realized that it had been several months since she’d had a monthly. That alone wasn’t enough to clue them in, though. She’d never had a regular monthly, she’d sometimes go a third of the year before she’d have one. The fact that she was hungry and then she started having problems with her feet as well as never having enough sleep had shown her husband that something was wrong.
Warren had insisted that she go see a doctor. Her health was important and the fact that she was having symptoms that she’d only had before she’d met him (before she’d come to his world) made him worry. She wasn’t the kind who got sick, she was never tired and she didn’t eat more than she needed because she did not feel hunger the same way that he did.
“Warren, I don’t need to see a doctor, this will-”
“Mary, you don’t get sick. You told me that the last time you couldn’t explain your body reacting like this was before you emigrated.”
Mary said nothing, just looked away from her husband in silence for several long minutes. (She was silent for 20 whole minutes, Warren counted, but he waited in silence with her.)
“All right,” she whispered into his shoulder finally, “All right, I’ll go see someone.”
When they got the results back that she was pregnant, they kind of just stared at one another in confusion.
Warren was sterile. There was no way that the child was his, but it was physically impossible for Mary to have anyone else’s child. She literally could not get pregnant by anyone other than her Bonded, which was Warren.
How did she come to be with child?
“Whatever happens, Mary,” Warren assured his wife that night, “We will get through this, because that’s what we do.”
Written for today’s Daily Post prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/daily-prompt-against-all-odds/
Breathing In 