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Miracles and Murder (Kurloz X Reader BonusChapter)

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You sneak into the kitchen, nerves frazzled. This is the only place of nearly guaranteed solitude, Chad’s presence over the dominion enough to drive away even the nosiest child seeking your attention. That, and you really need the composed, grounding influence of his logic to calm yourself. As you pass by the counter you snatch up one of the buttery croissants cooling on his specially designed baking racks and begin nibbling on the treat. Chad glares at you from his place on the other side of the island, but he can read a woman’s moods well enough to know when to hold his tongue.

You sigh, pulling yourself onto one of his barstools and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. The bread twists between your free fingers absently as the silence stretches, broken only by the occasional clamor of pans and dishware. After a moment your head falls to the countertop with a sigh and a soft thunk. “I’m such an idiot.”

“I doubt that,” he states as he dries cups. “Whatever you’ve done, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“Try life altering,” you mumble.

He pauses and looks over to you, brows furrowing in concern. “Well, as I can’t imagine you wanting to rethink spending your life with Kurloz I’d have to guess something just came up. You were perfectly happy earlier, ____. What’s happened?”

“Life.”

He waits, waiting for you to explain further—as he is wont to—but you just keep your head down. “Life makes fools of us all, ____,” he says eventually. “That doesn’t make you an idiot.” He turns back to put the dry dishes away in the cupboards.

“Yeah, but only a real idiot would forget to use a contraception spell.”

He stills, one hand halfway up to the cupboard as his head turns slowly in your direction. You lift your head to meet his eyes, which are surprised—and a little amused. “He knocked you up, did he?” You sputter in embarrassment, glaring at him.

“This isn’t a joke, Chad! A child is a lot of responsibility.”

“It’s kinda funny from where I stand. It’s been what, a month since he came back? I have to give him props, guy sure works fast.” He laughs as your face heats.

“I’m three months along, actually, mister nosy. Not many women can tell as early as one month.” This information only causes him to laugh harder. “What!?” you snap.

“Sweet baby Jesus, are you telling me he knocked your ass up on the first go? I’m impressed.”

You groan, head hitting the table once more. “Fuck off, Chad.” You lift it again to look at him. “Please, focus! I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I’ve never even considered having a kid before—and now, suddenly, one’s on the way?” You sigh.

“____, if anyone was born ready for that kind of responsibility, it’s you.”

“How do you figure?”

“Hun, how many different people have you cared for in this building? At one time.”

“… A lot,” you answer, already knowing where he’s going with this.

“And how many o’ them came in with kids aged five or less?”

“Many,” you grumble.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but do we or do we not have a nice young lady with—not one—but two hellions of her own? You have a right to be nervous, ____. But so long as you’re here, you’re not alone. I’ve told you this before, but somehow I don’t think it stuck.” He finishes putting away the dishes and starts piling the croissants on a plate, keeping it safely out of your hormonal reach.

“Yes, but this is different.”

“Why? Because it’s your own?”

“Yes!” You lift your arms up and throw them down dramatically.

“Well, you have to start somewhere, ____, if you want kids. You…are planning on keeping the child, right?”

You look up, surprised at the question. “Of course.” The thought of abortion hadn’t even crossed your mind. Of course you are keeping the baby! It is yours. Well, and Kurloz’s… You groan once more, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh shit…”

“What now? Are you still worrying? Hun, women have been going through this for centuries—you’ll be fine.”

“It’s not that,” you sigh. “How am I going to tell him?”

“Truthfully.”

“Thanks,” you state dryly. “But I mean he’s a troll, Chad. They don’t raise their young. Not like we do.”

“Listen, he’s been around here long enough to know how things work. Not to mention they don’t live here like they did on their previous planet. And that boy pretty much raised his brother, right? We’ve all learned that story. So here—I’ll make you something hot to sip on and calm yourself, and maybe when the hormones are down you’ll start thinking rationally again. Kurloz will be a great dad, because you won’t let him be otherwise.”

“You make me sound like a tyrant.”

“In this house, you’re the dictator. Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. So are you finished overthinking things, or do you want me to tell him how to care for a kid myself?”

“But what if he doesn’t want this responsibility? Then what?”

“Well, the only way to find that out is to tell him. Which, I would say, you could do right now.”

“And say what? ‘Hey, lover boy, guess what? In approximately six months I’m having your baby’?” You snort. “Yeah, that should go over really well.”

“It seems to have worked just fine, actually.”

“What?” He raises an eyebrow and points behind you. Your head whips around to see Kurloz standing there with a shocked expression on his face. He’d come looking for you, worried because you’ve been feeling moody lately, and had learned from Fia that she had seen you disappear into the kitchen. You turn back to Chad with a snarl, face pale. “I’m not telling you anything personal ever again if every time I do he shows up out of nowhere!” you hiss. Really, things like this are the reason there are no secrets in the household.

Chad merely sniggers and turns back to his cooking while strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, lifting you into the cradle of Kurloz’s chest as he drags you to another private area of the house—the library. He puts you down carefully next to a wall, hands moving to your shoulders as he looks down at you. You bite your lip, meeting his eyes sheepishly. Kurloz slowly lowers his gaze to your stomach in wonder, leaning back a bit.

“Um,” you murmur, a little uncertainly, “…surprise?” Kurloz stays silent for a moment as he comprehends what he’s learned—but when he finally grasps it he purrs happily, a small smile gracing his lips as he leans down for a kiss. Your hands move to his shoulders as you lean in, feeling relieved. The kiss is short and sweet, and he brushes his lips over your forehead when it’s over. “I should have told you first,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

He leans back to sign: Don’t be. That’s what moirails are motherfucking for.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, though?”

He snorts, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear before replying. I can’t wait. You’re the best motherfucking thing that’s ever happened to me—and this will only make it better. Besides… He moves forward to brush his lips across the skin of your throat, kneeling down as he does so and pushing into your mind. “…this will prove to all those other motherfuckers out there that you are mine.” He releases a joyful, teasing growl as his mouth moves lower, tickling your skin. Then his hands move to your belly, fingers fanning outward and cupping your sides as they lift the shirt covering your flesh. You lean back against the wall behind you as he sits on the floor, a knee on either side of your feet, and buries his face in the soft skin of your stomach. You giggle as the loose curls around his face and the vibrations of his purr tickle you, helping to send the last vestiges of your nerves away.

A small woof from the doorway turns your attention, and you see Lukas standing just inside the room with a disgusted look on his face. Obviously he thought the two of you were making out or something, oblivious werewolf that he is. Kurloz turns his face lazily, not bothering to lift his head from your belly—though he does tug your shirt back down.

Shoo, doggie, he signs. We’re having a moment.

The responsive grumble from Lukas is as close in wolf terms to ‘Get a room, dumbass’ as he can get.

“Where is Fia,” you inquire, amused by their non-verbal banter. Lukas leans back slightly out of the doorway, pricking his ears as he looks down the hall to the right. He gives a small ‘grroo’ of greeting and wags his tail happily. You try to push away from your troll as Fia skips into view, but his arms merely tighten around your waist. He doesn’t feel like letting you go at the moment. She claps ecstatically as she sees the two you, hands immediately lifting to sign.

So it is true what Chad said? Congratulations! I’m so happy for the both of you—you really deserve this! Lukas tilts his head in confusion, wondering what the heck she is going on about. Fia merely laughs softly—enough that it doesn’t affect anyone—and kneels next to him, wrapping her arms around the furry male. He looks to you for answers, as she is too busy excitedly rubbing her face in his fur to answer his questioning glances. His ear twitches backward and he turns just as Chad comes in, a couple bottles of wine and some glasses in his hands. Lukas snorts and growls in irritation. He doesn’t like being out of the loop.

“Chad, you didn’t have to bring out the good vintages.”

“Too late. Vanessa’ll be down in a few to join the party, just as soon as she puts her own rugrats to bed.” He sets the flutes down on a table and pops a cork, setting the bottle down to breathe. “If this isn’t a cause for celebration, then there ain’t a good enough reason in the world.”

Lukas finally gets frustrated, pulling away from Fia and stalking closer to you, a ‘What’s going on?’ expression on his face. Before you can answer Fia squeals happily, unable to contain her excitement, and the noise enspells the room into silence. Her voice is clear and powerful as she replies for you.

“____’s pregnant!” It takes a second for the news to register with the werewolf, likely due as much the sound of her speech as surprise, but when he comes to his senses his head whips around in shock to narrow in on your stomach. Kurloz growls, not liking the focus of another male’s stare on you.

“Eyes up, Lukas,” you laugh. “I’m not showing for another few months anyway.” Vanessa breezes in now, a mischievous sparkle to her eye.

“It’s about time someone else here went through this,” she says playfully. “I was getting tired of being the only one.” She retrieves two glasses from Chad and brings one over, placing it in your palm. “Here, one shouldn’t hurt. But you reach for any more wine and I’ll cut your fingers off, figuratively speaking of course.” She smiles down at Kurloz, who stands to wrap his arms around you protectively.

“Well what the hell are we all just standing around for?” Chad interjects, shoving a glass with a straw into Kurloz’s hands. “Let’s get this party started! Cheers, assholes.”

You all raise your flutes and clink them together, toasting the happy future.
Alright, some of you wanted this. If you liked the way P.14 ended, though, you don't have to read it. :P
Sorry if it sucks, I just wrote a bit of fluff. Inspired by: :iconmiirivaughn:

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I love this so much 0u0 la in love Omg so cute