amellsinferno | In Another World | locked to apostate

"Ser Pounce-a-lot definitely has a nice ring to it for this one," Solona giggles, blushing slightly at Anders' kiss. "He sure is feisty, isn't he?"

She can feel her insides threatening to force its way out again. She holds the kitten out to Anders. "Hold him!" She leaves it in his hands, reaches out for the basin and pukes again.

"Ser Pounce-a-lot...like that tiger I always drew in the margins of the books in the Tower?"

He grins at her. Oh, she knew him too well.

"Love, that is a perfect name. Absolutely perfect."

And then she's handing him the kitten and vomiting again, and he winces.

"Maker's breath, love, you really are sick...okay, let Doctor Anders take care of everything. We'll figure out what's wrong with you, won't we, Pounce?"

Ser Pounce-a-lot mews happily.

"Adorable, yes?" Solona grimaces, looking up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess, doctor." She looks at the kitten. "Pounce, I'm sorry that you had to meet me this way."

Pounce just mews again and swats at Solona's nose playfully.

"I think he forgives you, love. Okay, Pounce, you go keep the patient company."

He hands Ser Pounce-a-lot back to Solona, before sitting next to her at the edge of the bed.

"All right, Sol. Apart from the vomiting, how are you feeling? Any other symptoms?"

"Maker, my back aches like no tomorrow," she pouts, taking Pounce into her arms and stroking his fur. He begins to purr and she starts cooing at him again. "And I've been feeling extra tired lately."

Pounce clearly loves the attention, and he starts kneading again.

"You've been going to sleep at the normal time...if anything, you've been sleeping more than normal...You've been looking a little green lately too, love...is this the first time you've been throwing up like this?"

He wants to get all his information straight before he starts examining her.

"Ouch! Pounce!" Solona tuts at the kitten, placing a blanket between the both of them for him to knead at. She continues petting the kitten and turns to Anders. "Well, just for the past few days, yes." The growing concern she had for her body was written all over her face.

Pounce can't help but have his sharp little kitten claws. But he keeps kneading at the blanket, purring happily.

Anders frowns a bit. No, it can't be...

"All right. I'm gonna have to take a look, if you don't mind."

His hands start glowing blue, and he gently places them on her stomach.

Solona looks at Anders worriedly. She absently strokes the underside of Pounce's head and behind his ears as Anders examines her.

"What's wrong, love?"

Anders frowns, looking around via his magic, hoping that he won't find what he's suspecting is there...

...but he does. And he pales a bit, pulling his hands away, before staring at Solona, a strange look on his face.

"Solona...You...You're pregnant."

Solona stops moving and stares at him-- no, glares at him. She couldn't possibly be pregnant. She'd taken all the precautions whenever the two of them had sex and whenever she couldn't, he'd always take his precautions and-- Oh, Maker!

"I'm what?" she asks almost inaudibly.

Anders looks away, gulping slightly. They'd been so careful, they'd always been careful, how could this have happened....

"...Pregnant. You're pregnant, Sol."

It's all a mix of emotions within her now. "Don't play with me, Anders. This isn't funny." She bites her lip.

Pounce mews helplessly and kneads at the blanket, craving attention.

Anders shakes his head, looking away from her.

"I'm not...I'm not playing with you, Sol."

She's had about enough of this.

"Look at me, Anders."

Anders swallows hard and does look at her, straight in the eye. And he just nods.

"I'm sorry, Solona. I'm not...I'm not joking."

"Anders, what are we going to do?" She was scared shitless. "We can't raise a baby living like thi--!"

Maker, there goes her lunch all over again. She reaches out for the basin and retches into it, groaning.

Anders looks absolutely terrified. Maker, they can't do this...! They're not poor, but they're on the run from the Chantry! They can't just do this to a child...

He holds back her hair as she throws up, gently rubbing her back. He's got to be strong. They need to be strong, to think of a way to get through this.

"We...we'll think of something, Solona. We will. It'll be okay..."

She can feel tears stinging her eyes. Pounce has managed to climb off of her and finds refuge on one of her pillows, curling up into a ball and drifting to sleep.

"Anders, what do we do with it-- him or her? We can't raise a child! I don't even know the first thing about it!"

Anders pulls her into his arms, rocking her gently.

"We'll think of something, Solona...we've got to. I...I don't know anything about kids, but..."

He gulps. He doesn't even want to suggest this, doesn't even want to think of this, but...

"...I can...I can make a potion to...to take care of this, if you want..."

He doesn't want to think of that. He's terrified, yes, but...this is his child too, he can't just....

Solona pushes on his chest, distancing the two of them, glaring at him.

"You don't have to be kidding about me carrying your child but please, don't you even think about joking about just ridding ourselves of it!"

Anders looks away.

"It was just a suggestion. I don't...I thought you'd want to here it...Solona..."

He grips her shoulders.

"I have no idea how we'll do this, but...we'll get through this, okay? We'll be all right."

She looks at him and can see the concern on his face, mixed in with the fear. At that point, Solona can't seem to hold herself together anymore. She bursts into tears.

"Maker, Anders, what's going to happen to us? What am I going to tell Nellie?"

Anders pulls Solona into a hug, holding her tight, gently stroking her back.

"It's going to be all right, Sol...we'll figure this out, it'll be okay..."

He sighs quietly, kissing her forehead. He's got to be strong, even though he's just as terrified as she is.

"We'll just have to tell Nellie the truth..."

"Maker!" Solona pulls back again. "What about Cullen? He'll be furious!"

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