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It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 10426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Nine

Five days had passed since the incidents by the sea, it was now the morning of the exhibition. Tracey had done a very good job of ignoring Misty by staying completely out of her way, it was especially easy now that Brock was at the Gym. The Breeder had Misty show him the best markets in the city so as to buy the freshest ingredients for the hors d’oeuvres. She also helped in the prep work and anything else she could to keep her distance from the Watcher. Tracey meanwhile cleaned the gym from top to bottom with the help of Marill, Psyduck and Politoed. He washed the tanks, mopped, and dusted, Politoed cleaned the bleachers, Marill polished all the metal in the lobby, and Psyduck managed to use his Telekinesis to remove all the Sensational Sisters’ posters to make room for Tracey’s drawings.

Things needed to be perfect for the evening. Patrons were paying thirty dollars each for admission and Tracey had decided to charge fifteen for the prints. He figured a lower price might get more people to buy. He knew very little about pricing art. He had never done it before. Who knew how much his drawings were actually worth until someone named a price they were willing to pay? Judging by the number of phone calls to the gym that week, he knew there were quite a few serious art experts as well as Pokémon Researchers who were interested in his work.

The Watcher was standing in the lobby as he contemplated this. These pictures that he was busy hanging up were the entirety of his life’s work out in the field. This is what he had accomplished in his twenty-five years on this planet. He hung each sheet of paper with care, there were no frames, just the drawings as they were, some even incomplete, capturing a fleeting moment in time. They reminded him how much he was able to recall before the Pocket Monster seemingly vanished between the trees, or through the clouds. As he hung the last drawing, one of Marill swimming in the reeds, he stepped back and turned completely around on his heal to gather in the entire lobby.

“Looks great!” Brock appeared from the gym door, a large basket of mushrooms in his hand. “Everything will be just perfect for tonight.”

“I hope so.” The Watcher whispered.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re a fantastic artist.”

Tracey sighed. “Thanks.”

“I’m setting the hors d’oeuvres on top of the information desk, it’s long enough, and that keeps them away from the art.”

Tracey turned to see the long counter and nodded his approval.

“Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

The young man’s heart skipped a beat and he suddenly grew nervous. Did the Breeder realize something had happened between him and Misty?

“What?”

“Misty’s been up in her room all morning trying on outfits for tonight. She’s big enough now that most of her clothes don’t fit anymore, do you think you can help her pick something out? I mean, you guys seem to be better at that then us.”

“Uh... I don’t know.” Enough with the gay stereotypes already!

“You’re done down here, the only thing left to do is set up the food and drinks, and get dressed. You don’t have any excuses. Now, go up there, and help Misty find something to make her beautiful for Ash!”

Brock began to push Tracey toward the Gym doors, finally he relented and the Watcher was able to walk alone. He opened the door and saw that Marill, Politoed and Psyduck were finished and were relaxing on pool floaties in the center of the pool. Tracey smiled and decided not to disturb them so he headed through the back doors and up the stairs to the apartment, taking note how the rock Pokémon trainer stood with his arms folded across his chest making sure he actually went upstairs.

He had absolutely no desire to talk to Misty, especially if it was going to be about what she was wearing. What he wanted most was rest. He had not slept well in days and had woken up every night, covered in sweat after having horrible nightmares. He no longer welcomed sleep, it brought images of blood, and the pale cloudy eyed figure of Misty, holding the broken form of a mass of tissue and bones in her arms. He shook his head, it had been the same every night since that day. He figured he deserved the torment after what he had done, in fact to him, they were not merely punishment enough.

He opened the front door, made his way through the living room and paused on the threshold of her bedroom door. The pregnant young women was in her bra and panties, several dresses on the floor, including one that looked rather expensive.

“Misty, Brock told me you needed help, what’s the matter?”

“You’re the Watcher figure it out!” She yelled and sat roughly on the bed. “If you haven’t noticed, none of my clothes fit!”

Tracey didn’t exactly know how to respond to that. He couldn’t lie to her, but he knew he would only upset her further if he agreed. Instead he tried to remain neutral.

“Brock asked me to help you find something to wear.”

“Of course he did.”

“Look, I’m just gonna go to my room.”

He turned and walked to the bedroom he was using which had been her parents, Brock was sleeping in her sisters’ room.

“Tracey wait.” She was standing in his doorway, still in her undergarments. “Do you think he’s noticed that we haven’t said a word to one another in days?”

“What?”

“I’ve known Brock a lot longer than you, he sent you up here on purpose.”

“Fuck, he knows?!”

She giggled, and the young man didn’t like the sound of it coming from her lips, it was almost... evil.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, but he thinks we had a fight.” She sighed and walked to the bed where Tracey was sitting and placed herself next to him, her hands rubbing her stomach. “In either case, we have to talk.”

He gulped and nodded, he had been dreading this moment, but it had to be done.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words out of his mouth.

“I know, and I’m not going to pretend any more that what happened didn’t.”

“Agreed.”

There was a long pause as Misty made herself comfortable on his pillows, lying down completely, her hands still massaging her tummy.

“Sorry... my-”

“Ankles are swollen again.”

“Mhmm.” She nodded and Tracey had to force himself not to touch her legs.

He inhaled deeply.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, I was caught up in everything, and I know that’s not an excuse, I just- and you said no-”

“I did.” It wasn’t a question.

“I should have listened, I should have stopped myself-”

“And what I should have said was yes.”

“W-what?” He stared at her, wondering what she could possibly mean.

“I think I needed it.”

“What?!” Now he knew she had gone crazy.

“I needed that final rope cut between me and Ash, (she sighed) it’s stupid but in my mind, actual sex with you was cheating, despite everything else we had done, I couldn’t admit to myself that from the very first day you arrived, I cheated on Ash, but now I don’t care.” Tracey’s heart was pounding in his chest as he listened to the young women next to him explain herself. “I don’t think he’s coming back, and at this point I don’t care if he does. This is my baby and I can take care of her all by myself. Ash can’t sit still for more than two days. Do you really think he’d be capable of getting a job and staying here to take care of us? Never mind the Gym!”

“Misty, Ash has the right to know, and I’ve told you this from the beginning.” He tried to keep his voice level.

“Do you always have to be the good guy?”

“Don’t say that! I’m just saying, even if I never wanted children, if I ever got a girl pregnant I’d want to know, so at the very least I knew that I had a kid out there and I could support him or her in whatever way I could.”

“I don’t want him to know.” She sounded absolutely final regarding the matter, her voice quiet.

“Misty that- that’s just selfish!” He shouted, not really meaning to, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

“I don’t care!” The red head shouted back.

Tracey kept the thought of mood swings in the back of his mind and tried to change the subject before she worked herself up into a frenzy. Never mind the fact that their conversation didn’t seem to resolve any of the tension he was still feeling about the- he didn’t want to say the word. The important thing was to calm Misty down now, so things could run smoothly later in the evening. He had wanted desperately to tell Misty that Ash was coming tonight, but thankfully he managed to hold his tongue. Once again, the Watcher felt that Ash was the answer to all his problems, after tonight, everything would be better. I hope.

“Misty, why don’t I help you pick out something to wear tonight?”

He watched as her eyes seemed to light up and she got up from the bed to walk back to her room. This was good, she seemed better now, he would be able to find her something nice to wear, as Brock said, he needed her to look great for Ash. As he walked back to her room, he wondered what the Pokémon Master’s reaction would be once he saw his girlfriend pregnant with his child. He couldn’t quite picture how Ash would react, so he tried to imagine how he would react if it were himself. He would be surprised, and happy, yes, very happy, he wanted children, a family, whether that began with a husband and adoption or a wife and pregnancy. All that mattered was that they loved each other and their children. He couldn’t imagine Ash being angry, shocked yes, and more than likely clueless, yes that was Ash, things would have to be explained to the naive young man. Knowing him like he did, he might not even know that unprotected sex could lead to a pregnancy. Yep, that’s Ash.

“I don’t want it to be that noticeable.”

He cocked an eyebrow at this as he glanced around at the tossed items of clothes. Is she serious?

“Misty, I hate to tell you this, but you’re five months gone, it’s noticeable.”

He began to pick up the scattered dresses, skirts and blouses, placing them back on the bed. He was trying to channel the inner fashionista in him, which for the most part did not exist. I must be the only gay guy without any fashion sense. Stepping over to the closet, he began to rummage for anything else she might have hanging up that would fit. Suddenly his foot hit a cedar box on the floor, only one thing could be in a box like that. He bent down and opened it, revealing a pale pink yukata wrapped in paper, a lavender sachet tucked into the side. He had never seen Misty wear it and now wanted nothing more than to complete the time honored ritual of dressing her. The fabric was pale pink, with large dark pink flowers and bubbles of blue water every so often, seemingly dancing around the woven cotton fabric. The obi was the same pink as the flowers, a perfect match. Tracey lifted the box out of the closet and placed it on the bed.

“Stand up.”

“Huh?”

“I want to see how this fits.”

“My kimono? I haven’t worn that since I was ten!”

Tracey’s heart sank in his chest, it would never fit, he wanted to cry.

“We’re gonna have to go shopping then...” He sighed, defeated.

“No, we can’t afford to spend any money-” She stopped mid sentence and quickly sat up from her place on the bed, and began to walk back to Tracey’s room.

“Misty, what are you doing?”

“Wearing a kimono is a great idea, it’ll hide this.” She rubbed her belly for emphasis as she opened up the armoire, revealing several large drawers. “My mom made me that yukata to match her’s, it was the last one she ever made.” She opened the top drawer and pulled out the same pale pink kimono, only obviously made for a grown woman. “There might even be-” The red head pulled out a dark pink tie dyed obi, which was made out of a softer fabric, obviously for a pregnant woman. “It’s a good thing my sisters never touched anything in this room.”

Tracey couldn’t agree more. He took the items from her and began to get her dressed. In the drawer, he found the ties, and gently tied them around her hips under her belly to secure the kimono, he tied the second one under her chest to keep it closed.

“I know how to dress myself you know.”

“Oh...”

“Where did you learn how to dress a woman in kimono?”

“Watching.”

She laughed and it was like a symphony of little bells ringing in the air.

“It figures. I suppose you might as well finish.”

“Thanks.”

He chuckled and finished adjusting the fabric straightening it out around her stomach. Next, he tied the obi around her high on her tummy, and completed it in the back with a simple bow. He stepped back to admire his work, the whole affect was rather breath taking, she was still obviously pregnant, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

“Would ya look at that!” Brock stepped into the bedroom and whistled. “Sorry to barge in, but I just had to see what Tracey chose for you to wear. That can’t be the same kimono you wore back when we were kids?”

“It was my mom’s, she made them to match.”

“Mmm.” The Breeder walked around her, his hand scratching his chin. “This’ll definitely do, yep. Well, I gotta finish setting up, so I’ll guess we’ll meet downstairs, try and take it easy Trace, no sense in getting your nerves up.”

After exiting the room, Misty took a moment to smile at her best friend.

“He called you Trace.”

“He did.”

She sighed and surprised him by wrapping her arms around his body, hugging him tightly. He was reluctant to return the embrace, and nearly jumped when her lips met his cheek.

“Just so you know, you could never hurt me Trace.”

*))O((*

It was nearly nine and Tracey was shocked at the number of people in the lobby admiring his drawings. There were even whisperings of a man who wished to purchase more than just a print, of course the Watcher didn’t exactly know how he felt about letting go of his original work, and the man had yet to approach him personally. For the most part, things were running smoothly, Misty was handling all the transactions at the front desk, and Brock was preparing drinks. He had been right about one thing, the more liquor, the longer people stayed, he just hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with someone who had a few too many.

“I heard somebody say that Ash Ketchum was supposed to be here.” He heard a woman whisper to her friend.

God, he must have posted it on his App! As Tracey turned around to get away from the gossip, he accidentally bumped into someone.

“Excuse me.”

“Hey watch it!” A familiar female voice said icily. “You’ll ruin my dress!”

“Hey it’s the twerp!” He turned around fully to see Meowth dressed in a tuxedo and toupee, with a moustache that looked remarkably like Hitler’s.

“Of course it is you ninny, he- what is it exactly that you do here?” Jessie questioned, leaning close to him.

James began to snicker, and so did Meowth.

“I know what he does here!” The blue haired member of Team Rocket sang teasingly.

“What are you doing here?” Tracey asked angrily. “This is a very important night for me, I don’t need you three messing it up.”

“Who us?” Jessie waved him away with one satin gloved hand. “We’re actually here to support you twerp. The Boss happens to be a huge collector of fine art, and he heard about your exi-whatsit, and decided to stop by.”

“Exhibition, and Giovanni Rocketto, your boss, wants to see my sketches?”

All three members of Team Rocket nodded in earnest.

“Cross’r hearts and hope ta die, stick a Weedle in’r eyes!” The well dressed Pokémon mimed.

“He also said something about bringing his son here.” Explained James after taking a long sip of his very colorful drink, which included a piece of pineapple and tiny paper umbrella.

“I didn’t know he had a son.”

“Well, neither did we, he only came in contact with him a few months ago, we’ve never even seen him.” Jessie elaborated.

“So are they here?” The Watcher asked as he scanned the surrounding area for the famous Head of Team Rocket.

“Wait, I think- yeah he just came in, they’re talking to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not-” Tracey couldn’t finish his sentence, he whipped his head up to see Giovanni Rocketto with his hand on Ash Ketchum’s shoulder as a very distraught looking Misty sat behind her desk, seemingly paralyzed with fear. Pushing past several people, he quickly made his way over, and made eye contact with the red head.

“Can I at least get a hug?” The Pokémon Master asked the red head with a smile.

“A-A- Ash.”

“Long time huh?”

She didn’t move a muscle, instead kept staring beyond him to where Tracey stood, the Watcher was debating whether or not he should move closer. Before he could, Ash moved around the desk and lifted Misty into a hug.

“God, I’ve missed you so much!” He stood back, holding her shoulders and looked her over. His eyes reached her belly and he dropped his hands. “Misty, are you-”

“Yes.” She nodded gauging his reaction, searching his brown eyes.

“When... I mean who? Shit, I come back and look at you!”

“Ash, calm down.” The expletive had gained some attention and Misty lowered her voice. “It’s yours. I’m five-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned, running his hands through his hair, highly agitated. “You sure it’s mine? This- this is bullshit!”

“Hey what’s going on here?” Brock came running and so did Pikachu, who had gone to greet the Breeder.

“Ash, it’s your baby!” Misty cried, her eyes watering, causing her mascara and eye liner to run.

“All I know is, I come back here and find you (he pointed to her baby bump) like that!”

“And you think I cheated on you?”

“Whoa, Ash you don’t really think that do you?” The Breeder asked, trying to keep his voice level. “She’s not lying.”

“What am I supposed to think? This is completely unbelievable!” He ran his hands through his hair again and then threw them down to his sides. “I’m eighteen Misty, I’m too young to be a father!”

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were watching the scene unfold in front of their eyes.

“I-” The red head began to say something as she extended her hand.

“Just, don’t- don't!” He shouted when she tried to touch his hand, backing away from her. “I-, I need- I’m leaving, Pikachu, come on, let’s go.”

“Son... I think you should try-” Giovanni placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, but Ash threw it off.

“No! I can’t deal with this shit right now. Pikachu!” He turned to go back out the double doors.

The electric mouse shook his head and stood his ground on top of the desk next to Misty. He wasn’t budging, after all he was just as stubborn as Ash was.

“Pikachu! This is the last time I’m telling you! Return!”

“Pika! Pi pikachu!”

“Is everyone fucking against me?!” He yelled and finally ran outside, Giovanni trailing behind him.

As soon as Ash was out of site, Misty fell into the chair and began to sob into her hands. Tracey watched the heart broken woman with sympathy, and soon found himself kneeling next to her, one arm hugging her tight, the other rubbing circles on her belly.

“Alright everyone show’s over, you came here to see the drawings, back to where you were.” Brock called over the intercom on the desk.

Apparently, his message had worked, because the patrons strolled back to where they had been and the lobby quickly became noisy with chit chat once more.

“He’ll come ‘round.” Brock stated quietly. “He’s a good kid, he probably just needs some time to think, after all, he just found out not too long ago that the leader of Team Rocket is his father.”

“You think that don’t you? He left her for five months Brock, what makes you so sure he’s gonna come back now after this?” The Watcher yelled angrily, his eyes watering as well, he couldn’t stand to see his best friend like this.

“His father will talk some sense into him. And if that doesn’t work, them I’m calling Delia.”

“Ash needs to figure this out on his own, he’s not gonna listen to his mother!”

People were beginning to stare again.

“Tracey, calm down, I told you to stop worrying about-”

“Why? You see how she is, you heard what he said to her, she deserves better than that! Her daughter deserves a better father than that!”

Brock straightened and visibly tensed.

“Don’t talk about Ash like that, I’ve known him a lot longer than you have. He’s my best friend. We all know he’s thick headed, he needs some time, that’s-”

“Time?” Tracey questioned shrilly. “How much time, until his child is eighteen? Like father like son huh?”

“Tracey, people are staring, let’s just get through the rest of the night, with some peace ok, you’re forgetting that this is for the Gym.”

The Watcher relaxed and looked into Misty’s eyes.

“It’s your word, do you wanna send them all packing?”

She shook her head.

“That’s my girl.” Brock said with encouragement. “Why don’t you go upstairs and call it a night? We can take over from here.”

“Pika, pi pi!” The electric type nodded in agreement and slung a bar towel over his shoulder.

She nodded with a small smile and made her way upstairs so she could cry to herself without complete strangers watching her like the nightly entertainment at a Pub. Turning back, she watched Tracey and Brock exchange a few more heated words, and caught Ash’s name again. This wasn’t how she imagined him finding out. This was quite simply unreal. The entire incident happened so quickly Misty was concentrating more on analyzing what transpired than crying.

She entered the apartment and locked the door, she sat on her couch, feet up on the coffee table, hands rubbing her stomach, eyebrows furrowed, and wondering if perhaps she should have called him as soon as she found out. Perhaps things would have gone differently; then again on second thought, knowing Ash, he probably would have done the exact same thing, kick something, yell, have a temper tantrum. Although Ash had grown in height, and weight, he was just as he himself stated; an eighteen year old, who was just that, a boy.

To Be Continued...
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