"Oh, god, my thoughts exactly," Delaney said immediately. "I can't even understand what the point of them is. They seem to perform no particular function except to breed and then foist their unfortunately magical offspring on an otherwise civilized society."
It was a lot to take in, but Delaney had to be realistic. She'd been sleeping around since she was fifteen. The only really surprising thing about this whole ordeal is that it had taken this long for her to find herself in trouble.
Her head racing, she half listened to what Anabel was saying, half concentrated on keeping her breathing under control. One thing was certain - as much as the news had shaken her, there was one course of action she simply couldn't face. "I... I can't," she said, panicking. "I can't just... kill it. I mean I..."
She slipped off the table and began pacing. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I don't know, I just can't... it's a baby, you know? It's a baby, and I can't kill it..."
She needed more time to think about this, needed to go back in time and start using some bloody contraceptive charms so she wouldn't HAVE to think about this. Turning to Anabel with wide, frightened eyes, she sucked in a shaky breath. "Can... can you just be my Healer? I don't want to tell anyone else."