Who: Lorna and Diana What: Finding out about their baby daddy When: Today/Tonight Where: Fangatasia to start Warnings: Hormones from a mutant and a witch?
This wasn't happening. No, it really and truly wasn't happening. Lorna wasn't pregnant and she totally remembered what she did last night. The last few hours were all a dream and she was going to wake up any time now. Right? Right. Only no matter how many times she pinched herself she could still feel her back aching and she sometimes felt like she would topple over if she leaned over too far. Most women were able to get used to the gradual progression of pregnancy. Lorna? Well, she got the whole deal in one full swoop and she knew for a fact that she definitely wasn't glowing like all mothers-to-be were supposed to be. What a load of crap.
She soon regretted the post she made openly after Pietro quickly chimed in. It would have been different if she was the only one, but Diana had turned up pregnant too and she didn't want Pietro or Wanda finding this out too soon before she knew how to fix it. Pietro would be furious and Wanda might do something she couldn't take back. All Lorna knew was that she needed to get to Fangtasia and meet with this guy that Diana knew to see if he could tell them what happened last night. If she was being targeted because of her father then she was sure going to show him exactly what Magneto's daughter was capable of very quickly. Lorna would turn into Polaris as fast as he could blink. Diana was a force to be reckoned with too with her magic. Whoever did this would pay.
Stiles had freaked out. She knew that he would because who wouldn't? They'd slept together but for her to wind up pregnant overnight? His mind had to be spinning and Lorna hated not knowing what happened to her. The bag of books she'd gotten from Diana had been by her bed that morning, but she brought home something extra that was unexpected. She didn't know how to make this right with him except to fix the problem and get rid of whatever was inside of her.
Abigail thankfully helped her get out of the prison without drawing too much attention. Or at least that's what Lorna thought and hoped. She kept the clothes tucked closely to her and kept her head down. The biggest problem was how she walked. She waddled like nobody's business out the gate. How did mothers do this for months at a time? Lorna felt exhausted not even when they were halfway to the bar. She was tired, sore, hungry, and cranky. They parted ways when she made the turn to head over to Katherine's and Lorna waddled on to the bar. She wore a sweatshirt that was normally three sizes too big for her and a pair of pants that weren't even pulled up all the way. Her coat didn't make it all the way around her stomach. This sucked.
Sometimes she could feel the baby kick. It made her uncomfortable and she didn't know what to think about it, but only the way to the bar she found herself talking out loud. She still felt absolute hatred for the thing's father, but over the course of her walking and talking aloud she began to regard the baby itself with a little affection even if she didn't realize it yet. A strange protective instinct came over her and when she stepped inside the bar one of her hands rested on top of her stomach. Diana didn't seem to be there yet, so she went over to sit in one of the empty booths. Her feet were killing her after the long walk from the prison.
People were staring at her and she only glared back at them. She thought about going up to get a drink, but the lack of knowing what happened last night kept her from going near the bar. The only thing that did catch her eye was seeing one of the vampires drinking a glass of blood. Her stomach growled and Lorna licked her lips. She was so hungry.
One of the waitresses walked up to hand the vampire a refill, but Lorna was off her feet as fast as she could be in her condition and grabbed the glass. She drank it back in big gulps and while at first it tasted strange, she soon found it was the most delicious drink she'd ever had and the baby seemed to appreciate her choice of beverage too. She didn't know how, but somehow she just knew. It wanted and needed the blood so she kept on drinking it until it was gone.