Nine Months
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 2
The morning after is sometimes the most difficult...
Catherine groaned as the light hit her eyes. Her mouth was dry and her nether
region ached dully. Her eyes widened as the events of last night hit her. She
turned her head and saw Vincent still asleep beside her, sprawled on his back.
She took a moment to study him in the bright light.
His hair was matted down on one side, like he had been lying on one side of
it for most of the night. His eyelashes were long, covering the brown eyes that
she liked so much.
His shoulders and chest rose and fell slowly, indicating he was in a deep
slumber. The sheet was pushed down to his hips and Catherine could just barely
see the dark hairs that graced his pubic area.
Catherine's eyes sank closed for a moment, breathing in his earthy scent.
Then, reality came crashing down. She had sex with a complete stranger last
night! It didn't matter that he was Evan's college roommate, or that he was
friends with her sister. She had never met him before last night. What he
must think of her!? But, oh the sex...!
Carefully, she slid out of the warm bed, and shivered when her feet hit the
floor. She gathered her clothes quietly, and slipped into the bathroom. Dressing
quickly, she stepped back into the room. Vincent hadn't moved, his breathing
still deep and even. She stared at him for a few minutes, warring with herself.
Finally, she walked over to his side. Leaning down, she ghosted a kiss across
his forehead. "Goodbye," she whispered. As she stood back up, she saw a
small smile curve across his lips. She gave an answering smile, and gently ran
her fingers through his inky black hair. A small sigh escaped his lips.
Tears pricked at Catherine's eyes, but she swiped them away, and crept toward
the door. She turned the handle, and stepped into the hallway. Catherine
released the breath she had been holding, and made her way toward her own
room.
Once she was inside, she stripped, and stepped into the shower. As the warm
water ran over her body, she replayed the nights events. God, Vincent had magic
hands. That was the most sexual gratification she had gotten in months. Her last
partner had sucked in the sack, and the relationship hadn't lasted long. But,
what Vincent must think of her? She never had one night stands! Admittedly, she
should have stuck around.
As much as she had wanted to stay, she knew that leaving was probably the
best choice. The whole "morning after" bit would just be too awkward. They had
both had alot to drink last night, and he would undoubtedly remember her for
mediocre sex at best, and then forget about her anyway. She wasn't all that
memorable, and she was adult enough to admit it. So why did it feel like a
piece of her soul was left behind?
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A few weeks later, Catherine was sitting at her desk at the NYPD, when her
sister walked in the door. She spied Catherine and raced toward her. Heather
bounced with barely leashed energy.
"Oh my GOD, Cat! You have Keller in a tailspin! That man will not stop
talking about you!" Heather gushed. Catherine eyed her hyper sister.
"Heather, what? Wait! Who is Keller?" Catherine asked her, clearly
confused.
Heather raised her eyebrow. "Seriously, Catherine? Vincent Keller? You
two sat together at my wedding reception." Catherine felt her face warming up.
That wasn't all they did at the wedding reception...
"I didn't know his last name," Catherine murmured. She closed her eyes as a
wave of nausea washed over her. She swallowed the bile that rose up. Damn
stomach bug!
"He has been bugging me for information about you! Cat, you lucky girl
you!"
"Slow down a minute! Geez, I'm having a hard time keeping up, here! What the
hell are you talking about?" Catherine asked.
She hadn't shared any details of her night with Vincent. After she left the
hotel that day, she went back to her lonely apartment, empty now that Heather
was married. She filed away that night in her head, and went on with her life.
Unfortunately, last week, she was hit with a stomach bug that just wouldn't go
away. It was making it difficult for Catherine to focus on her sister's
words.
Heather rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Vincent Keller, your seat mate at my
wedding reception. Girl, I don't know what happened between you two, but
that man has got it bad! But, being the awesome sister that I am, I decided
before I gave him any information, I would make sure it was alright with
you."
"Heather, I appreciate that. I do, but..." Catherine started, but was hit
with another wave of nausea. She covered her mouth as she felt the bile rise.
Jumping up, she beelined for the restroom, barely making it to the toilet before
everything came out.
Heather raced in behind her, and grabbed her hair out the way. "Oh, you poor
thing! Are you sick?"
Catherine sat back, and sighed. "Just a stomach bug," she said quietly.
Heather laughed. "Maybe you are pregnant! Want me to buy a pregnancy test for
you?" she joked, thinking how absurd the idea actually was.
Catherine's eyes widened. Heather's words slapped her in the face, and she
felt cold dread settle around her. She hadn't even thought of pregnancy. Her
mind raced. Had they used protection that night? Catherine wasn't on birth
control. Shit! Her head dropped as she realized they hadn't used
protection. Her face paled, and her breathing sped up.
Her eyes dropped to her waist. Could it be? Was she pregnant?
Heather said, "Cat? Are you alright? You just got awfully pale. Sweetie, I
was just kidding with you."
Catherine raised her eyes to Heather. Heather was looking at her, a confused
look on her face. Catherine swallowed loudly.
"Heather...I think I do need that pregnancy test..."
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After she had gotten a shocked silent Heather to go to the drugstore and get
a pregnancy test for her, she sat on the floor of the restroom, hanging her
head. If she was pregnant, what would she do? Did she want a baby? And what
about Vincent? Well, first things first...
A half hour later, Catherine stared at the used test in her hand. It was
facing down, as she was too scared to look at the results yet. She breathed in
and out, trying not to panic. Now that she was thinking about it, she realized
her period was several days late, she was tired and irritable, and her breasts
ached.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the test over...
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 2
The morning after is sometimes the most difficult...
Catherine groaned as the light hit her eyes. Her mouth was dry and her nether
region ached dully. Her eyes widened as the events of last night hit her. She
turned her head and saw Vincent still asleep beside her, sprawled on his back.
She took a moment to study him in the bright light.
His hair was matted down on one side, like he had been lying on one side of
it for most of the night. His eyelashes were long, covering the brown eyes that
she liked so much.
His shoulders and chest rose and fell slowly, indicating he was in a deep
slumber. The sheet was pushed down to his hips and Catherine could just barely
see the dark hairs that graced his pubic area.
Catherine's eyes sank closed for a moment, breathing in his earthy scent.
Then, reality came crashing down. She had sex with a complete stranger last
night! It didn't matter that he was Evan's college roommate, or that he was
friends with her sister. She had never met him before last night. What he
must think of her!? But, oh the sex...!
Carefully, she slid out of the warm bed, and shivered when her feet hit the
floor. She gathered her clothes quietly, and slipped into the bathroom. Dressing
quickly, she stepped back into the room. Vincent hadn't moved, his breathing
still deep and even. She stared at him for a few minutes, warring with herself.
Finally, she walked over to his side. Leaning down, she ghosted a kiss across
his forehead. "Goodbye," she whispered. As she stood back up, she saw a
small smile curve across his lips. She gave an answering smile, and gently ran
her fingers through his inky black hair. A small sigh escaped his lips.
Tears pricked at Catherine's eyes, but she swiped them away, and crept toward
the door. She turned the handle, and stepped into the hallway. Catherine
released the breath she had been holding, and made her way toward her own
room.
Once she was inside, she stripped, and stepped into the shower. As the warm
water ran over her body, she replayed the nights events. God, Vincent had magic
hands. That was the most sexual gratification she had gotten in months. Her last
partner had sucked in the sack, and the relationship hadn't lasted long. But,
what Vincent must think of her? She never had one night stands! Admittedly, she
should have stuck around.
As much as she had wanted to stay, she knew that leaving was probably the
best choice. The whole "morning after" bit would just be too awkward. They had
both had alot to drink last night, and he would undoubtedly remember her for
mediocre sex at best, and then forget about her anyway. She wasn't all that
memorable, and she was adult enough to admit it. So why did it feel like a
piece of her soul was left behind?
#----------
A few weeks later, Catherine was sitting at her desk at the NYPD, when her
sister walked in the door. She spied Catherine and raced toward her. Heather
bounced with barely leashed energy.
"Oh my GOD, Cat! You have Keller in a tailspin! That man will not stop
talking about you!" Heather gushed. Catherine eyed her hyper sister.
"Heather, what? Wait! Who is Keller?" Catherine asked her, clearly
confused.
Heather raised her eyebrow. "Seriously, Catherine? Vincent Keller? You
two sat together at my wedding reception." Catherine felt her face warming up.
That wasn't all they did at the wedding reception...
"I didn't know his last name," Catherine murmured. She closed her eyes as a
wave of nausea washed over her. She swallowed the bile that rose up. Damn
stomach bug!
"He has been bugging me for information about you! Cat, you lucky girl
you!"
"Slow down a minute! Geez, I'm having a hard time keeping up, here! What the
hell are you talking about?" Catherine asked.
She hadn't shared any details of her night with Vincent. After she left the
hotel that day, she went back to her lonely apartment, empty now that Heather
was married. She filed away that night in her head, and went on with her life.
Unfortunately, last week, she was hit with a stomach bug that just wouldn't go
away. It was making it difficult for Catherine to focus on her sister's
words.
Heather rolled her eyes, and sighed. "Vincent Keller, your seat mate at my
wedding reception. Girl, I don't know what happened between you two, but
that man has got it bad! But, being the awesome sister that I am, I decided
before I gave him any information, I would make sure it was alright with
you."
"Heather, I appreciate that. I do, but..." Catherine started, but was hit
with another wave of nausea. She covered her mouth as she felt the bile rise.
Jumping up, she beelined for the restroom, barely making it to the toilet before
everything came out.
Heather raced in behind her, and grabbed her hair out the way. "Oh, you poor
thing! Are you sick?"
Catherine sat back, and sighed. "Just a stomach bug," she said quietly.
Heather laughed. "Maybe you are pregnant! Want me to buy a pregnancy test for
you?" she joked, thinking how absurd the idea actually was.
Catherine's eyes widened. Heather's words slapped her in the face, and she
felt cold dread settle around her. She hadn't even thought of pregnancy. Her
mind raced. Had they used protection that night? Catherine wasn't on birth
control. Shit! Her head dropped as she realized they hadn't used
protection. Her face paled, and her breathing sped up.
Her eyes dropped to her waist. Could it be? Was she pregnant?
Heather said, "Cat? Are you alright? You just got awfully pale. Sweetie, I
was just kidding with you."
Catherine raised her eyes to Heather. Heather was looking at her, a confused
look on her face. Catherine swallowed loudly.
"Heather...I think I do need that pregnancy test..."
#---------
After she had gotten a shocked silent Heather to go to the drugstore and get
a pregnancy test for her, she sat on the floor of the restroom, hanging her
head. If she was pregnant, what would she do? Did she want a baby? And what
about Vincent? Well, first things first...
A half hour later, Catherine stared at the used test in her hand. It was
facing down, as she was too scared to look at the results yet. She breathed in
and out, trying not to panic. Now that she was thinking about it, she realized
her period was several days late, she was tired and irritable, and her breasts
ached.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the test over...
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