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The Baby Meme (expanded)

the baby meme (expanded)
last posted on 02/15/2012

Congrats! You are now the proud ~~owner~~ ~~poor soul~~ parent of a ~~wailing~~ bundle of joy! Babies are wonderful gifts. So is being a parent, as those with stars in their eyes will tell you. As for your ever-so-wise mothers, well, they did try to warn you before it was too late.

RULES

oo1. post a comment | include name, series, preferences, etc.
oo2. tag others | try to tag someone new!
oo3. optionally, roll a number between 1-8 on rgn
oo4. profit and have fun!

prompts

oo1. not there yet ...I am so sorry. You're still in labor. Just keep breathing! Don't break my hand!

oo2. twins?! Looks like the doctor missed something kind of important.

oo3. adoption Who says you had to get knocked up to have a kid? Did you go the route with all that paperwork or were they left on your doorstep?

oo4. wait a moment For some reason, the child looks more like someone else...

oo5. finally You're finally at home, the baby is asleep in your arms. Enjoy the quiet before they get hungry.

oo6. after the hospital Babies are still babies for a while. Have they rolled over or said their first word yet?

oo7. hold on what Tell me the baby didn't just fly/shoot lasers/solve some weird math problem I can't pronounce!

oo8. wild child Got another idea? Go for it!

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Adam wasn't necessarily promiscuous but if a good opportunity for some female companionship came his way, he was all for it. Granted those opportunities were not as frequent given his highly augmented himself (a lot of women found it repulsive), but there were a lot of women who not only didn't mind, but some who found it a turn-on.

One of the ones who hadn't seemed to mind was a very curvacious dark-haired woman he had met by chance one evening. Adam had been visiting New York City and there she was, preoccupied, watching someone else across the restaurant. Adam had approached her and as things went, they had ended up in bed together. She had the stamina of a god and knew every way to make his body respond.

He had been with a few women since then but he often thought of her. The woman had called herself Eve, and while Adam knew it was probably a fake name and a joke off his own, that's how he thought of her. Even now, months later, he thought of her. Adam was visiting New York again and while he was in a different restaurant he couldn't help but wonder if there was any fate or destiny in finding Eve again.

Oh, she saw him and how interesting he had come back to the restaurant they met. What he would notice was that in his four months of absence she had grown significantly larger, being four months pregnant. However, she still carried herself like the god she was. Her heels echoed with the steps she took for him.

"Hullo, stranger." She grinned. A hand came to his shoulder and she turned around to peek at him from his arm. In truth the restaurant was a cover for her and she idled around under the title of manager to this very delicate and fine dining restaurant. It had class, she liked that, and it had quite the style of people flowing in; she liked that even more. Not only did she pick a few lovers for her tastes, but she picked a few friends in politics, in mafias, in plain ole inheritance benefactors: which she also used to toy with and plot with. The scandals she ran in Midgard, the scandals she ran, and all over a simple flirt of dinner. It had the gentlemen coming back for more, it had the lady's calling her for secret meetings, it was her favorite mischief at the moment.

Edited 2012-07-30 06:17 (UTC)

"Eve?" Adam couldn't believe his luck, literally. This was no chance meeting and he was certain of that immediately. He turned around to face her and -- her stomach. He looked down at it, then up at her and his eyebrows rose. The lenses over his eyes retracted out of courtesy for the woman whom he had thought frequently of and only with the best of memories. She looked just as beautiful as he recalled, and though he was not a demonstrative nor very affectionate man, Adam did give her a warm hug in greeting and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"You look good. I wasn't sure I would see you here."

And because he was the blunt man he was: "You're pregnant?"

A small huff and a smile came all too easily. "Oh yes," She brought a hand to rub at her belly, and looked over his face. "I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again, and now that you're in front of me, my.. I'm glad I get to. You're still as tall, dark, and handsome as I last recalled." How to express this? How to say this?

"Come, I'll sit you in a private room," She took his hand and led him through the dinning room and into a closed off section that opened up into a red hallway, there she picked the third room and had him sitting with an order of fine red wine on the way, and some beer.

"Mind if I sit with you a moment? Or was it me you came to see anyway?"

"Yes, join me." Adam took his coat off and hung it by the door and rolled his turtle neck's sleeves up to the elbow before he sat down, one leg crossing the opposite knee at the ankle. He motioned with one shiny black hand for her to join him. He was starting to get a strange feeling about this. Could it be mine...? And with that thought came the scrambled panic in his brain to try and remember if he had used protection or not with her.

"I'm in town for business but I'm here tonight, for you. I was hoping I'd see you. I take it you work here?"

"Oh you did come to see me, the sentiment is appreciated." She slipped into the chair across from him and she was silent while their drinks arrived. Excusing their waiter after Jensen ordered his meal, she once again focused her eyes on him.

"You would be surprised the clientele I have here. Let me share with you?" Her hands smoothed over the black table cloth and her eyes moved down his face to his lips, then off his chin to his shoulder. "Business persons, of upmost importance come to eat at this restaurant and while they discuss their money griping and greedy needs, they enjoy the food I manage here: more so they agree to this atmosphere." Her hands lifted from the table and she gestured around their very private nook in the hallway. Then those hands moved to give her stomach a gentle caress, before they settled back to the table.

"In one room, the president of one company plots the demise of his competitor –– and in the other room, that very same president's predecessor is modulating the president's time, hoping to expire him sooner than later." She smiles, and a gentle shake once of her head. "It's the same with district attorneys, police chiefs, state senators, as it is with crime lords, wife killers, sexual predators, and so on." A small pause and she shrugs, almost apathetically adds. "They all enjoy their steaks and wines. Potatoes and pasta. Under this roof, it doesn't matter, because their plates are cycled around and eventually they'll all eat off the same plate given to them by me." A soft grin.

"Yes, I work here."

Adam listened, nodding his acknowlegment to the waiter once he came and he was mildly curious to see if Eve would be drinking alcohol or not while pregnant. He wasn't one to pass judgment but he was curious. He sipped beer for his own choice of beverage as he listened. The panic in him lessened the more interesting her story got, and by the end of it he was leaning forward.

Being ex-police of course he took interest in her story. When she was done speaking, he couldn't help but note that she was telling him all of this. "So you cater to a clientele that appreciates some discretion, I take it? Doesn't that put you in the middle of things?" He would hate to hear about on the news the obviously intelligent and savvy businesswoman getting into trouble because of the kind of customers she catered to.

"I hope you have good security on staff."

"I am capable of taking care of myself, I assure you." She winked at him. The glass of wine was poured for herself. A little wine never hurt any of her other children. They all came into whatever world she was on beautiful and strong, as expected and thus she took no reservation in taking a sip.

"I cater to happy couples on their wedding nights, to people and their mistresses–– it's just a point that I know discretion; and irony." Now, she thought, he was ready. "This child is yours."

The beer felt fizzy in his mouth and Adam had a hard time swallowing it as he stared at her. Again, his eyes went pointedly down to her stomach. He thought of asking are you sure it's mine? but that would be insulting to her and although Adam knew that he didn't know her very well, he could tell that she was intelligent. If she said the baby was his he had to believe her, he didn't have much choice otherwise.

He didn't know much about pregnancies but she wasn't huge yet. Four months might be about right. He took another sip of his beer and set it down before he unfolded his legs and leaned forward again, elbows on the table.

"I wondered, when I first saw you." Adam thought of the speech she had just given about the powerful people that ate here and her dealings with discretion and irony and he wondered what, if anything, that had to do with her informing him of this child. If there was a connection he could not see it immediately.

That she intended to keep the baby was obvious. He wasn't even sure what to say next, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "Do you know if it's a boy or girl?" And then it struck him: his life had just been changed forever.

"It will be a daughter." She said without any doubt. Another sip of her wine and she held the smile to her lips. She cared little what it meant to Jensen, or if he would deny it, it had not bounds to her at all, or her dealings here.

"What kind of business do you have here?" As if it were a simple exchange of topics like weather to sports.

"I'm head of security for a biotech corporation in Detroit. I'm following up a lead here..." Adam stared at her, wondering at her attitude over this. She was not very emotional about it and he found that attractive, though he wasn't sure how to take it.

He leaned back and rested his hands on his thighs, he wondered what his father would recommend in this situation.

"I'd like to be involved as much as I can in the pregnancy and afterward. I'll pay child support." Adam wondered if she'd like him to relocate here, and what his boss would have to say about that. This was very sudden.

A small tilt to her head at his suggestion and she shook her head. "This is no love story, Adam." She recalled the night of passion, it was blissful and dangerously tempting. "I will not need the support." Once she had her children it was not often she kept the father in proximity, only for the fact that it was no love story ever. In any of her pregnancies.

This was honestly the first time she had to face this sort of willingness. "Nor do you need to change your life for the child's."

His brows furrowed for a second. Adam had no idea how to take this news, he was told he was a father and then that he was not needed. Ever since his mother's antics when he was a boy, Adam had developed a strong desire to take care of others. It showed in his career choices, and everything he had done in his adult life. Being told he was not needed to help care for someone was not settling well with him.

"Even if you don't need the support, I'd like to be a part of my own child's life. I -- I don't have any other children. I know it's not a love story for you and me, but it will be for me and her."

His eyes focused down to what he could see of her stomach and he knew, without a doubt, he would love his daughter. He thought he'd be a good dad, not that he had ever thought about it before, but he thought of it now and he was certain. Adam looked back up to the mother-to-be.

"Is Eve your real name?"

"Now you'll have my real name and my real address and my real everything?" She couldn't help it, she laughed. The sentiment was beyond her and it was something she could not understand, in the least. "Fine, fine. I like you well enough." She complimented him.

"My name is Loki Laufeyson, I'm the God of Mischief, or mayhem, or misrule, the list is quite long, I assure you." She paused, Jensen's food was delivered, fresh bread and a salad as well for sides should he choose them. When they were alone once again she continued. "I come from Asgard, keeper of the nine realms," A finger pointed up to the roof. "Mmhhm." She coldly smirked and dropped her hand. "And you would be the first mortal I allowed impregnate me for some time. Your daughter, since you must know what you ask for, will be expected to do great things, and she will reign this district in my stead when I leave.. when I deem her old enough and ready."

Adam was at a loss for words. She's insane. Or she's fucking with me. But no... I think she's insane. Completely batshit insane. And here he had been thinking what a smart, capable business woman she was. His eyes narrowed at her though not in anger, in utter confusion.

He could only say one thing pertinent.

"Prove it."

"Fuck me." She countered, perhaps she would prove it to him then–– only no, not for him. If she were to truly to reveal herself to him in proof it would be for her benefit, right now there was no gain in favor whether or not he believed her or not.

Adam stared at her, letting his feelings of confusion and disbelief show on his face. He glanced at her stomach and remembered what Eve... Loki. Whatever. (What kind of name was Loki anyway?) looked like naked and imagined what she would look like naked now. Pregnant with his own child? He actually found that strangely erotic. There was no doubt that if he had found her here again his original intention would have been to have sex with her again.

But she was crazy, or just plain weird. Did that matter? He wasn't sure.

"I don't know what is going on here. I don't believe you. I don't know what Asgard is and I don't believe in any god." Simple and to the point, he wanted to get that out there. "But if you want to continue some kind of relationship with me, I would be interested, if it means being a part of our daughter's life." It wouldn't be based on love, not at first. But Adam could see himself coming to care very much for Eve if only for the fact she was the mother of his child (something he was still wrapping his mind around).

"Alright, I will permit you the involvement of my child's life–– our child's life. But fret not, you are not obligated to remain a permanent fixture in her life." A small grin to her lips. "I will have you tonight. This time, instead of your hotel room, I will take you to my home and show you the spoiled riches that will be bestowed upon her and all her years should she live long." She sipped her wine once more.

"You'll believe in a god before this is all over, I promise you that." There was nothing like the mortal's realization of what she was, a god –– beautiful, powerful, strong, willing, and terrifying. The expression to the faces of these mortals in their moment of realizations were better in this age than they were in the long ago years.

The years when mortals believed more in gods and wrath than what they believed in now.

Maybe it wasn't the best decision of his life but he agreed. "Tonight." In a way it was irrational: going home with a crazy lady he barely knew, whose name he wasn't even certain of. But now he had more than his own self to think about, and his sense of duty bound him to the unborn child this woman carried. If she was mentally unstable it was his responsibility to keep in contact with the mother to protect the daughter he also did not yet know. It was a strange situation, and Adam could only do his best.

"Your place. Want to give me an address?"

"We're not yet done eating––" She slipped a roll from the plate and put it on her bare one, she'd had enough to fill herself earlier, prior his arrival, but she was not only eating with the appetite of a god, but with one of two now. A sweet little half godling, it surely would be pathetically precious once born. Likely would move this sentimental man to cry, and thus she wagered with herself. A thousand rolled heads if he does not cry, and the safety of those heads if he does–– to ironically show mercy from a father's wept tears.

If any such father would find it in their emotion to do as such. For no father of mine had been ever moved to weep for myself.

"Right." Adam stared at the salad, not feeling particularly hungry after finding out he was a father and the mother was a nutcase. Still, he made himself start eating. He consumed more beer than he did salad, and was at a loss for some time of what to possibly speak of with her.

After a few minutes of awkward silence he looked up again. "Have you picked out a name?"

"Idunnis." She complied with an answer, sure and without argument. She could sense the depressant mood of her soon lover. She wondered what exactly had him altogether down about, with as noble a sentiment of being a part of this child's life to the notion of even paying for the child's needs–– she would have thought him to be something more inviting than this.

"You are not pleased, I can tell that. Why force yourself these obligations when you need not bother?"

Maybe this was all a test, Adam thought. He put down his fork and crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at her.

"Because it is an obligation, and a responsibility, and I intend on taking on the responsibility to the best I am able to. To be blunt with you, Ev- Loki, I don't know you very well and I have to take into consideration the welfare of my daughter. You have to understand from my perspective you sound really off with your talk about gods and all that."

Adam knew he might sound stupid but he continued, because he meant every word of what he said. "It would be nice if I could be a positive influence in our daughter's life. I'd like for her to grow up knowing she had a dad that loved her and wanted to be there for her, but more than that I want to actually be there for her. I want to protect her, make certain she's being taken care of properly, and that she is happy, well-adjusted, and loved. That's what I see my role as being her father. It's not about whether I need to bother or not, it's about what I would like to see for my kid and how I'm able to help make that happen."

Well, be still my heart. Or some such saying, for she was shocked. She had not thought much of mortals to begin with, and even less of mortal men. They all succumb to temptations and often chose the easy route, but this one was different. Or so it seemed with his hearty talk of love and honor and all good things for the child he gave to her. But still it started with temptation, he has yet proven his worth past the fall of man and his sinful needs. As it were.

"Very well." She accepted his answer and brought a hand to her chest in a light apology: "I'm sorry for judging you too quickly, thus I shall wait and see." Her hand moved from her chest and settled on her lap. "As you will wait and see for yourself, that I am a god––hm."

‹ Loki Laufeyson › ❄°ｍａｒｖｅｌ

oh you trickster you

mmmm yes, mhhm.

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