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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 28, 2007 22:57:10 GMT -5
Three weeks after Helena and Destrane blew up at each other, ending up with Destrane raping her in a fit of rage Helena brought upon herself. Some of the bruises were gone but the bite wound on her neck lingered as a reminder to never piss of the Dark Prince.
Helena lounged weakly in her rooms, her stomach had been revolting against her lately sending her to the loo so many times a day she thought she would have to make it her bedroom. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought to herself as she ran back into the bathroom, disposing of her stomachs contents yet again.
“Merlin …” she moaned draping her limp body over the toilet.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:02:58 GMT -5
Destrane walked towards Cricket's rooms, having felt that something was wrong. He didn't regret raping his lover weeks before, she deserved it and his lust was sated at the time. Walking in to her rooms, and then noticing she was in the bathroom, his concern grew.
The Dark Prince entered the bathroom and frowned. "Cricket? What's wrong?" he placed his hand on her back.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:06:33 GMT -5
“Bloody hell don’t know” She said with a groan escaping her as she curled up on the pretty tiled floor holding her stomach. “I can’t keep nothing down and its been like this for a week.”
Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with worry, “Des .. I’m scared.” Her voice was weak and childlike as her eyes filled with tears from the fear of it being something life threatening.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:09:39 GMT -5
Kneeling beside her, Destrane slid his arms around her, stroking her stomach softly. His hand came up to her forehead, "You don't have a fever, pet," he murmured softly, holding her.
"I don't think that you are sick, my dear."
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:14:49 GMT -5
Helena whimpered and wrapped herself around her beloved Prince. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she stared crying just a bit, sniffling as she asked, “Then what Des? I feel like I’m dying here.”
She clung to him desperately needing him so badly to hold her tightly right now.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:17:50 GMT -5
He shook his head firmly, unsure. His arms held her close as he stroked her back gently. "Have you had your monthly cycle yet? I hear those can be horrible feeling," his green eyes watched her intently.
Destrane held her tightly, snuggling her body close to his.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:24:33 GMT -5
“No, but …” She pulled away from him to dig in a drawer above his head to pull out her planning book. Flipping through it she shook her head in confusion “I should have started it the week after our fight.”
She put the book down on the floor before her shaking her head still, no it couldn’t be not now not like this.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:27:30 GMT -5
Destrane watched her curiously. "And you didn't?" He wasn't an expert on the woman's body and he didn't know what exactly constituted to birth and pregnancy. There was no indication that he cared about the fight, it was the past.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:45:49 GMT -5
“No I didn’t but my cycle isn’t always normal so I didn’t think nothi.,..” she broke away again to hang over the near by toilet limply. Groaning she wiped her mouth and rubbed her stomach. “Do you think I’m pregnant?” she asked him her hand held protectively over her stomach now when thinking of it.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 28, 2007 23:49:44 GMT -5
Destrane's eyes glittered as she spoke. Of course! He came to her and picked her up, murmuring a spell to clear her mouth of the vile contents she spilt.
"Aye, my dear, I think you could be," he hugged her gently, his hand laying over her stomach protectively.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 29, 2007 0:00:28 GMT -5
Helena smiled softly and stroked his hand. She snuggled to him, still scared. “I hope I’m a good mother, my love.” She wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed his cheek, “Carry me back to bed, darling? Please”
She smiled prettily at him as a slow happiness seeped into her heart.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 29, 2007 0:06:04 GMT -5
Standing straight, Destrane boosted her into his arms, carefully carrying her back into their room. He brought her to the bed and lay her under the covers, climbing in underneath. His eyes were bright as he settled beside her body.
"We will have to marry before the child is born," he whispered in her ear, warm breeath tickling her ear as the sixteen year old smiled darkly.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 29, 2007 0:10:10 GMT -5
“Yes, we will. What a grand wedding it will be,” Cricket whispered back to him pulling his body closer to hers. Her lips found his kissing him passionately, her hands caressing the face she so loved. Pulling back she smiled at him, “Do you think your father will be thrilled?”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 29, 2007 3:49:14 GMT -5
Destrane stroked her cheek, chuckling as she kissed him. He lay over her body and hugged her close, deep in thought.
"I think he will, but without marriage, this heir wont be legitimate."
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 29, 2007 18:52:09 GMT -5
"I know that, so the wedding will have to be soon, before I start to even show." Helena replied holding him close to her body. "Should I drop out of Hogwarts and get private tutors?" she asked after a while, her hands roaming around his back.
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