Bad Moon on the Rise [Lance]

[Leyla Sevgici]

When Leyla announced her classes as canceled that day, she offered no explanation or room for questioning. Besides, children were always happy when classes were canceled, so they weren't likely to push it anyway. It wasn't that she was particularly concerned with keeping this secret. If she was getting pregnant, it was her business and no one else's - except, of course, Lance and the entirety of the Sevgici and Lae families.

She had made the appointment the week before, knowing this was her ideal conception time. Arriving at precisely ten o'clock, the borea strode through the hospital's sterile white hallways to the OB/GYN department, where she expected Lance to be awaiting her, ready to deliver his end of the bargain.

The Lae family leaders had assured her father the man wasn't impotent. She hoped they weren't lying, because the last thing she wanted to do was wait around this godawful place while he struggled to get off.

Stopping at the front desk, she told the receptionist briskly. "Leyla Sevgici, I have appointment with Doctor Markwell to make me with child." The woman behind the desk passed her some papers, and Leyla turned to glance around the room and look for the future father of her spawn.

[lancelot antony lae]

The Lae family, like most boreai families that Lancelot knew of, really liked traditional values and such. They'd moved on to modern techniques and such, of course, but the basics stayed the same.

Such as having kids.

Lance had never really thought about children, fathering, or even sex, to be truthful. The latter had happened a few times in the past, but the women never got pregnant and the men couldn't. So it was never an issue. Yet three weeks ago, he had received a text from his father, and another from his mother about another dark borea.

His father's: Lancelot. It it time for you to pass your Lae genes on. There is a woman named Leyla of the Sevgici clan who lives in the town you reside in. You and her must bear a child before the end of the year.

His mother's: Don't u dare get an std from her

Anyway, he met up with her an deemed her worthy enough to have his kid. More accurately, he didn't want to get disowned, but whatever. It wasn't exactly hard. Just had to jerk off in a cup, right? He could simply sleep with her, but it didn't seem right at the moment. Dante, no his Victim would get upset about it. And he couldn't deal with that at the moment.

He stood in the hospital lobby for a good fifteen minutes before the prearranged time, as he didn't want to face this woman's wrath. He saw her check and walked up to greet her with a lazy grin. "You ready for this?"

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Tagged[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Dante~
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[Leyla Sevgici]

To ask Leyla if she was ready to become pregnant was like asking if she was ready to have her tetanus shot. A short but insignificant while of unpleasantness that would help her stay healthy and alive - except in this case, her consequences were not lockjaw but her father's wrath. She shrugged one shoulder carelessly. "I should ask same of you, Lancelot. It is you who must perform here. I just lie on my back. I brought a book for to pass the time."

Leyla lifted a small paperback from her purse, entitled Arzu Sapağinda İnecek Var. Clearly, she wasn't making much effort to improve her English reading skills. She motioned toward two empty seats in the waiting room.

"Come, ve must complete forms." She held out the family history sheets for him to deal with. Her English was competent, but she could hardly be expected to know medical terminology, now, could she? "My father's family has none of genetic disease. I do not know to my mother's family history, but she vas very successful prostitute, so I think she must be healthy."

[lancelot antony lae]

Was this woman seriously asking if he could jack off correctly? Not that he was known for his "manliness", but that didn't mean he had no seed. Or that he never did it. It just...had been a while. Like, years a while. Shit, she didn't need to know that. His coolness factor would drop exponentially, and if he had no reputation, what would be left of him?

Other than a psychopathic serial killer with massive powers, that is.

Lance leaned against the cold tiled wall, taking care to not let this broad see the hit his ego took at that statement. Sloppy grin in place, he chuckled. "No need to worry. Sit back and enjoy your book or whatever, this won't take long." He could almost his himself. Not too short! Do you really want to come off like a teenage boy?

Focusing his attention on the deeply-inked, boring forms in front of his with much more enthusiasm than he actually felt, he grabbed a pen to fill in some of the empty, white spaces with his and her answers. "Both my parents are clean, too. No Lae would be living if they had AIDS, would they?" He joked, but it was serious. He'd seen cousins killed straight out as they found out about cancer or even a very bad case of allergies.

He shoved the completed forms back to her a few minutes later and pointed to one last space. "Sign there. Anything else before I...you know?"

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Tagged[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Dante~
Song[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Credit[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Desty~![/center]