![]() ![]() The bile that she had been suppressing all day rose to the back of her throat, and she had to look away to keep from being sick. But even through the blurring, the vivid red bloodstains on the man’s face and on the street he had landed on were evident. It was accompanied by a photograph of a man in a dark Belstaff coat and a blue scarf lying on the street, face intentionally obscured to spare the readers the man’s gruesome, bloody death. Three days before her appointment, an article appeared on the British news website she frequently monitored. Still, she took comfort in the fact that this would all be over soon, and she could return to her normal (if it could be called that) life. That, and the lack of control over her own body, which before had been a beautiful weapon for her. Pain she could handle – she was a dominatrix, after all pain was her bread and butter – but this prolonged, ever-present discomfort was threatening to undo her. It was all so distasteful, especially for someone who had been so meticulous about her body, and so immaculate in appearance. The wretched nausea, the sweating, the heaving and dry-heaving, the dizzy spells and light-headedness, the weakness. She had to scale down on her clients, and cancel various appointments because now she just felt violently ill all the time. The tea, which was now unpalatable, no longer helped. And tea helped.īut when it quickly became “the whole fucking day” sickness, she had to admit, it was harder to conceal. She had always been good at concealing physical ailments. Then the “morning” sickness turned into “morning to noon” sickness. No specific alterations or concessions made for the developing creature inside her, except maybe her morning routine was altered to compensate for the absolutely horrid morning sickness. ![]() There were no major changes to the Woman’s routine. There was no confusion, emotional turmoil or hysteria there. The doctor tried to argue, to offer other options, but she was stopped by the calm look on the Woman’s face. She quickly went over her upcoming calendar in her mind, and without letting the doctor start a spiel on – God, she didn’t even want to use the word – pregnancy and pre-natal care, she cut the doctor off with a cold, professional hand and set up an appointment. Find the root of the problem, and fix it. Her brain immediately went into damage control, as it always did when confronted with a crisis. She had already allowed emotion to take over once, and look where that had gotten her – sitting in a clinic with a foolishly smiling doctor offering her congratulations. She was not given to emotion or sentiment. The dread, which until then had been at the back of her mind, came to the foreground and threatened to take over.īut she was the Woman. The moment the doctor walked in with the results, she had known even before the other woman had opened her mouth. Tomorrow, however, did not bring the fair weather report she had been expecting. The dread lifted somewhat, eased by practical thought into a small niggling at the back of her head that could be easily ignored. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she really was pregnant. Perhaps this was not the black cloud she was imagining it to be. It was not dissimilar to a wall of rain come crashing suddenly down on her head, invoking a long-forgotten childhood memory of watching little cartoon figures with black clouds above their heads.ĭear God, she was thinking of cartoons. Though her work as a dominatrix never involved actual sexual intercourse, she’d had her own set of lovers, both male and female, prior to her acquaintance with a certain consulting detective, and protection was paramount to her.īut before the opportunity to analyze how, and which, bout of sexual activity with said detective – it had to be Sherlock’s all her other recent lovers had been female – had resulted in this little inconvenience, the dread settled in. Her initial reaction was of shock, because she had always been very careful. Her first discovery of the new little parasite she was incubating was not a joyous moment, as it was for some women. None of these things were conducive to raising a child. Motherhood had never been part of the Woman’s plan.įor most of her life, she had been focused on survival and domination, and she had pursued both with a reckless frivolity that burned everyone in her path. ![]()
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