Uh-Oh She's Preggo!

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th October 2013

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: Jeyme tells D'hol that he's going to be a daddy.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 23 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Cyradis, Sh'del, Kielya

D'hol

Jeyme

Jeyme had felt so tired and achy, and for a while, she merely
contributed it to her Weyrling training, but now... Now she was
beginning to worry. She knew plenty about the signs of when someone
was pregnant. She had watched women at the Hold for Turns covering up
pregnancies, or discarding them before they ruined their chances at a
profitable marriage. Even though the intimacy ban had been lifted a
while back, and she and D'hol hadn't broken any rules, she still had
that churning in the pit of her stomach that signified impending
trouble.

The greenrider had come to accept that whatever was going on between
her and D'hol would have to happen naturally. Yes, yes, she had heard
all of the rumors, and parts of the truth, about D'hol's past with
Cyradis. Did Jeyme care? Not really. Jeyme found herself loving D'hol
despite whatever it was that was between him and the Weyrwoman. Not
wanting to jeopardize things with the Wingleader, Jeyme would never
show jealousy over Cyradis, or try to hedge the man into a commitment.
She didn't want that.

Now, however, she was afraid that D'hol would see this pregnancy as
some sort of manipulation to tie him to her. Jeyme sighed and closed
her eyes, what if he was angry when he found out? For a couple of days
Jeyme had debated on not telling D'hol at all. What were the chances,
anyway, that the baby would make it through the rest of Jeyme's
training? Their Blooding was coming up soon, which required more and
more practice in and out of /between/. In all likelihood, the baby
wouldn't make it past that and then she would have ruined her tenuous
relationship with D'hol in vain.

But what if the baby _did_ make it through all of that? Then D'hol
might be mad that she had waited so long to tell him. She didn't want
him to not trust her or think that she was keeping things from him.

All of these agonizing thoughts and emotions ran through Jeyme until
she knew that she had to tell him. The healers confirmed that she was
nearly a month along, which was enough to solidify Jeyme's decision to
tell D'hol. Now she just had to pluck up some courage and do it.

It seemed that whenever Jeyme had to address D'hol about something
serious, she always approached him at his office. She didn't know why,
but she felt better about going to him there, rather than waiting
until they were alone at night. Arriving at his open office door, she
peered inside, saw that he was alone, and stepped inside, "D'hol, do
you have a minute?"

He wasn't sitting at his desk; instead he had pinned thread charts to
the wall and was going over them, murmuring quietly to himself as he
trailed his finger over one and then the other. His dark brow was
furrowed in concentration, gaze going from one to the other. He would
have to show this to K'deren to make sure, but perhaps this upcoming
fall would be a good one to try out the wing formation that they had
been practicing during drills. He scratched at his jawline and barely
blinked at the familiar voice in the door way."A quick minute, yes.
Come in Jeyme."

He went back to the charts on his desk and ran a hand through his
hair, mussing it slightly to reveal the bit of curl that his hair cut
normally hid. He flipped one hide over and then another, clearly
concentrating on what was in front of him instead of the woman that
had come in. "What did you need?"

Jeyme did not take a seat as she usually did, but instead remained
standing, the desk between them as she shoved her hands into her pants
pockets and got down to business, "I'm pregnant, D'hol."

The man went absolutely still, no muscle moving for a long moment, and
then another. He blinked and his face kept carefully expressionless,
he lifted his head to lock intense hazel eyes on Jeyme before
straightening."Pregnant." He took a long slow breath and moved to sit
on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his chest as he
exhaled, taking a moment to think. He knew it would most likely be
his; she spent most nights with him. He spoke calmly, revealing
nothing about what he felt on the matter. "How far along?"

Jeyme studied the man's serious face, her stomach once again twisting
into knots, "Around a month." She answered, keeping her hands in her
pockets so she didn't start wringing them.

There was a tension around his shoulders as he looked at her, taking
long slow breaths. "I thought you were taking your teas." There was no
accusation in his tone, only what sounded as a grim acceptance. "
But...it's not unheard of for them not to be completely effective." He
stood straighter, rising off of his desk, but there was a tightness
along his jaw as he asked his next question, his voice quiet. "What
are your plans, Jeyme?"

"If you are asking me if I am keeping it, of course I am. I could
never purposefully get rid of your child D'hol." She looked at him for
a moment, "I hope you are not mad at me. I was drinking my tea, just
like they instructed, I am just as surprised as you are." For a
holdbred girl this was a moment she had envisioned and looked forward
to her whole life. It was not happening anything like she had
imagined.

The tension around his shoulders and jaw seemed to melt away and D'hol
gave an exhaled, "good," before he leaned back to sit on the edge of
his desk again. Now that he knew she was keeping it, a dozen warring
thoughts came up all at once. His age, her age, she was still a
weyrling, they would have to speak to Sh'del as soon as possible, and
the dolphins. Shards..a child. A child he wouldn't miss out on. One he
knew was his. He looked back up and finally rose, striding to Jeyme to
lay a callused hand on her cheek. "No. I'm not mad, Jeyme."

Jeyme's shoulders slumped with relief as she closed her eyes and
leaned into the man's touch, "I am glad," she opened her eyes,
"because I can imagine no one else I would like to have be the father
of my child."

As she closed her eyes and leaned into him, D'hol frowned. He had once
warned her not to get too attached to him; from the beginning he had
let her know that, but it appeared she had. He liked the girl, but
feared her feelings ran far deeper than his own. "We'll talk to Sh'del
as soon as possible. He needs to be informed." He paused. "And make
arrangements."

The greenrider arched an eyebrow, "Arrangements?"

His expression firmed. "I missed out on everything with Kielya. I'll
not with this child."

"You are asking me to move in with you?" Both eyebrows were now up, a
look of skepticism on her face.

"Yes. You're in the weyr nearly every night anyway."

Jeyme wasn't opposed to the idea, just surprised that it had come from
D'hol, "If you are sure... Then okay."

D'hol took both of her shoulders in his hands. "Jeyme, if I wasn't
sure, I wouldn't have mentioned it. You're carrying my child. I may be
weyr-bred, but I take that seriously. You and the child are my
responsibility now." He spoke a little more softly. "Let me do that."

Her lips lifted into a smile, "Okay. Thank you, D'hol." Jeyme's
stomach finally calmed now that she was sure that the bronzerider
wasn't mad at her. **Everything is going to be okay.**

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