Catnip

Chapter Eight

I was sitting crisscrossed, watching Kellin sleep. Vic was somewhere with Austin. The two had gotten called off a while ago for some business things, and even though Vic was hesitant on leaving him, Kellin convinced him to go tend to whatever it was.

Kellin was sleeping like an angel, his mouth slightly parted. His ears were limp, a clear sign he was sleeping. I broke my gaze from Kellin when Copeland began crying. I looked over at her. Copeland was supposed to be breastfed by Kellin, to help keep her immune system strong and some other things that Kellin told me about. After a while, she would be switched over to a bottle for formula.

I hated to interpret him while sleeping, but Copeland needed him. I moved off of the bed carefully. Then I went over to the side of the bed and softly shook his shoulder.

"Kellin...Kellin. Wake up." I said, getting his attention. I think he would've ignored me if he hadn't heard Copeland.

"Copeland?" he looked at me sleepily and motioned me to go get her. I made my way over to Copeland, taking her out of her crib and placing her in a cozy blanket to keep her warm. I walked over to Kellin carefully, then placed her in his arms when he reached out for her. He pulled his IV a little bit, but not enough to jostle it in his arm.

Kellin fixed his gown so Copeland could latch onto one of his nipples to get milk. While he did that I felt a wave of nausea come over me.

"Is Alan alright?" Kellin asked, looking at me. He had his ears up with alarm now.

"Yea-" I stopped myself, getting up and going over to the bathroom and doing like I had done this morning. I vomited in the porcelain bowl. I hated this so much. After I was sure I was done, I stood up, cleaned myself off a bit. I popped a mint flavored gum into my mouth before going back into the room.

Kellin was looking at me worriedly, Vic and Austin were here by now. Both of the dominant males looked at me, Austin keeping a blank expression and Vic looking at me with a knowing look. I was confused by the look Vic gave me. What did it mean? I saw Vic give Austin an 'I-told-you-so' look. Austin's gaze on me made me feel uncomfortable. I hesitantly walked over to the end of the bed.

"Alan?" Kellin questioned, I looked at him.

"I'm fine. Don't worry Kellin." I tried to be as convincing as I could, plastering a smile on my face to prove to him I was alright.

"Okay..." Kellin sounded unsure. There were a few minutes of silence before I decided to speak again. Kellin has been tired ever since he had given birth, and he didn't feel like talking much, which I was thankful for in this position.

"I'm going to my room. See you later Kellin." Once he had said his goodbyes, I left to go to my room.

I paused by the kitchen, seeing that a cook had already finished the food. Something about the food repulsed me, though, I'm not for sure why. The smell of what the cook was cooking didn't normally bother me. My sister had the same feeling not too long after she fell pregnant. She had a distaste for the normal foods she ate, and she ate some weird items. I shook my head as I thought of how my sister was when she was pregnant.

Then it hit me. It hit me like ten tons of bricks. What if I was pregnant? I couldn't be. If I was, what would Austin do to me? He could kill me off if he wanted to. I kept walking, trying to not let my walking falter as the thought repeated in my mind. I went to the bathroom to spit out this gum and brush my teeth.

After I was done I took a second to get a hold of my emotions and thoughts. There was no way I could be pregnant. I didn't even have the organs that I needed for it, did I? I let out a sigh of frustration. I would find out later if I was pregnant or not. I just had this feeling in my gut that I was. It made me worry just by the thought of the possibility. I was in no situation suitable for bearing any children, that was if I even could.

When I walked back into my room, I saw Austin sitting on the edge of the bed. He must have been staring at the bathroom door, waiting for me to come out. My tail stopped flickering, my ears going into my hair from fear.

He never followed me into my room unless he wanted something from me. And most of the time it was sex, but I wasn't exactly in the mood for anything physical like that. Austin didn't make a move, though. He just watched me, his eyes softening all of a sudden. I looked at him warily.

"C'mere." He motioned for me to sit down next to him on the bed.

I crawled back a little further than he was, sitting criss-cross. He turned so he was facing me.

"How long have you been vomiting like this?"

"I only started today, probably ate something bad," I said dismissively.

"I'll keep an eye on it. Anything else start, today?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at him, thinking about it. He would find out if I told him or not.

"Well...I have been having these small cramps in my sides." I motion to the places with my hands. He gave a little nod, probably making a mental note to himself.

"Anything else?" he asked I thought about it for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"What about when you went into the kitchen a few minutes ago?" He brought up that, and I didn't want to talk about it so I made an excuse up.

"I was going to get something to eat, but decided I wasn't hungry."

Austin nodded again, he was about to ask another question but I interrupted him.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" I asked, making sure I sounded more confused than I was.

"Checking on your health. . ." He answered, not seeming too bothered that I had interrupted him.

"Oh," I said, just before yawning. I placed a sweater covered hand over my mouth as I yawned.

"You tired?" he sounded slightly confused. I've never really gotten tired around this time of day.

"Yeah...I've done a lot today." I was wanting to keep his mind at ease for some odd reason.

"I'll leave you to sleep," he said, getting off of the bed.

I pulled off the socks I was wearing, tossing them to the floor. I waited until he left before I stripped out of my clothes, leaving on the lace panties. I curled underneath the blankets after turning out the lights, letting myself be pulled away by sleep. My hand rested on my stomach while I slept.

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A/N- If I didn't love Kellin so much in this story, I would've killed him off. But I like him too much for that to happen.