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It Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 10429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Ten

Misty awoke rather suddenly to the sounds of the Gym’s door bell ringing in the living room. She tried to roll over with a groan and realized that there was an arm wrapped around her midsection holding her in place. Turning her head, and raising it over the cloud like comforter she found Tracey, asleep, still in his dress shirt from the night before. Taking his hand gently she managed to remove it from her pregnant belly without causing him to stir. She tried to remember when exactly he had entered her bedroom and bed, but her sleep addled mind could not, she must have been sound asleep herself. The door bell rang again and she grunted.

“Arg! Alright, alright, I’m coming.” She called as she walked toward the video intercom system on the living room wall. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was shortly after nine, so at least it wasn’t too early, God help her if it was a Trainer looking for a Cascade Badge.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Misty, it’s Ash.”

Instantly she turned away, pressing her back against the wall, her palms sweating, afraid to turn back in view of the camera.

“Misty, we have to talk, can you come down please?”

She inhaled deeply and moved back in front of the intercom.

“Please.” He said again, Misty could tell he was on the verge of tears.

“Fine.” She whispered, closing her eyes momentarily, she canceled the call.

The red head unlocked the apartment door and made her way down the stairs and through the Gym, out to the lobby, where she saw Ash outside sitting on the steps his knees pulled to his chest. He looked so lonely without Pikachu on his shoulder, she assumed the electric type was somewhere upstairs, perhaps sleeping in the room with Brock. She took in another breath, shakily, and opened the front doors. Stepping outside, she watched as the young man lifted his head and stared at the evidence of her pregnancy.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” His voice was gruff, and now that she was closer she realized he probably had not slept at all that night.

He did not rise, but continued to sit, so she copied his position carefully sitting down on the concrete steps, Ash’s eyes never left her belly. She wanted him to say something, anything, even a comment on the beautiful September morning, but he did not, so she would wait. She was very aware of his brown eyes ever staring, but she kept hers on the sky, watching the various flying Pokémon drift through the blue cloudless morning, calling to each other, their morning song echoing through out Cerulean. Finally, she spoke, wishing to get whatever it was that he wanted to speak about done and over with.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” She questioned softly, at last his eyes met hers.

“Is it really mine?”

Misty wanted nothing more than to slap that face, but it was too innocent, as usual if it didn’t involve Pokémon, Ash Ketchum was clueless. She sighed and placed her hands on her belly, I’m sorry that your father is such an idiot baby, she thought with a hint of bemusement.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

He turned his head and took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m scared.”

She almost didn’t hear him, but when he turned to face her again, there were tears in his eyes. Misty didn’t know how to respond, she felt it best to let him continue. She watched him pull a tissue from his pocket and wipe his eyes, after passing it between his hands a few times, he finally spoke again.

“So, you’re, I’m mean... are you gonna have it?”

Briefly, she closed her eyes, and mentally shook her head, he really didn’t know, she opened her eyes again and took a moment to look at her companion of almost ten years. They had known each other since they were children, yet in many ways, they were still children, despite having created a life together.

“If you mean an abortion, it’s way too late for that.”

His eyes found her belly again, perhaps he was trying to figure out how far along she was.

“I’m sorry Mist, I... God, I... I just don’t know how these things work.”

Every fiber of her being wanted to retort with obviously, but she held her tongue and decided that it would be best to explain things to him in the simplest of terms if necessary, as if she was explaining them to a small child.

“It’s ok.” She reminded herself to be patient. “I’m keeping her, I’m having a little girl.”

His head lifted at the last statement and for a second she could have sworn she saw something different shine in those brown eyes of his, but perhaps it was just the sun.

“How do you know?” She could have smiled at his naivety.

“The doctor told me, they did an ultra sound, where they can see the baby on a computer screen and he told me that it’s a girl.”

“Oh.” His eyes were on her stomach again.

She took the opportunity to silently grab his hand and place it on her belly. He was hesitant, and his fingers refused to relax. Misty could feel her daughter move on the upper left side of her abdomen so, she slid Ash’s hand over to the spot and pressed hers on top.

“D’you feel her?”

He appeared apprehensive, but did not remove his hand. Misty felt another kick and that’s when Ash pressed his hand down and spread his fingers wide.

“When does she come out?”

“I’m due in January, on the fifteenth.”

“Due?”

“It’s just a term they use, the due date, she could be born before or after that, no one knows, it’s just the day that’s exactly forty weeks after conception.”

“So, what day... I mean, when did it happen?”

“The night you got your Master’s title.”

Ash looked to be contemplating something as he pulled back his hand and tucked both of his arms between his knees and chest. Misty noticed that there were fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry Misty.” He hiccuped, and sniffed. “I’m sorry I did this too you.”

The young man, once so strong and confident was reduced to tears because of a baby. Misty felt heartbroken, Ash didn’t deserve this, he should be out there training, studying and living up to his rank of Pokémon Master.

“Ash, it’s not your fault, I should have stopped you, we always used condoms, and the one night we didn’t- well, it was just stupid.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you.” He wiped his eyes and nose with the same used tissue, and looked at Misty with determination.

“No, I don’t want you to do anything Ash.” She was wearing her own look of persistence. “You’re a Master now, you should be out in the world doing what you love, I’m not gonna tie you down, I’ll be fine by-”

“I’m not gonna be like my dad.”

“What?”

“Giovanni left my mom, I never even knew him, and she didn’t tell me about him at all. I’m not gonna be like him, a baby needs to have a mom and a dad.”

“Ash, your mom raised you just fine all by herself, and that’s what I’m gonna do, you don’t need to do anything. I’m ok with that, really.”

“No.” He stated with resolve.

“I don’t want you giving up your dream.”

He seemed to be uncertain at the mention of his life long goal, but he glanced again at her stomach and the fire in his eyes came back.

“She needs her father, I’m not going any where.”

His hand cupped her chin and he moved slowly in, kissing her lips softly. After five months of being separated, Misty’s body had no choice but to give into the wonderful feeling of Ash’s mouth on hers. She parted her lips and he welcomed the opportunity to part his own, tasting her, emotions unexpectedly rushing back to the couple, as if they had never split up. Ash’s other hand came to rest on her belly, and Misty felt the tears come to her eyes as well. Perhaps this is what she truly wanted, for them to be together after all. She ended the kiss and gazed into the chocolate brown eyes she remembered loving so much.

“Are you absolutely sure you want to stay? I’m not gonna force you.”

He nodded and surprised her by kissing her belly.

“I told you, I’m not gonna be like Giovanni.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m also sorry for leaving for so long. I’ve never had so much responsibility in my life, every time I wanted to head back to Kanto, I had someone telling me where I needed to be instead. I was stupid, and I should have called you... updating that App everyday was just easier to do when I was constantly on the move.”

The red head listened intently, she couldn’t imagine the amount of pressure he had been in.

“A few months ago, Giovanni contacted me. I thought he just wanted me to visit the Viridian City Gym, a lot of Gym Leaders had asked me to do that in order to bring them in more Trainers. He brought me to his house and that’s when he showed me a copy of my birth certificate. I still can’t believe my mom never told me, but they had agreed on it. He bought her our house, and paid for everything for me, I never even questioned why she didn’t have a job.”

“Oh Ash...” She closed her hand around his and gave it a small squeeze. “It must have been very difficult for you.”

He nodded.

“It kinda was, but I... I don’t know, it’s like I just accepted it all for what it was. He apologized for everything, including always having Jessie and James tailing us, which it turns out-”

Misty suddenly put two and two together.

“He was keeping an eye on you!”

“Yeah.”

“But- catching Pikachu?”

“He gave Professor Oak Pikachu for me, he wanted me to have a powerful starter. He never told Jessie and James the truth, they were just told that Pikachu was important.”

“Wow.” Was all the young woman could say. “So everything... it was all because of what Giovanni did?”

“He told me that he was never able to fulfill his dream, so he wanted to make sure I fulfilled mine. I’m a Master now because of my father... but, all those years of not knowing him...I can’t help but thinking that we could have done it together.” He blew a long stream of air out through his mouth, and took both of Misty’s hands in his own. “I might not know what I’m doing, but I’m gonna try my hardest to be a good father to... to

our... d-daughter.”

Misty didn’t care that he fumbled over the last few words, they were new to his vocabulary, but it didn’t matter, she believed him.

*))O((*

Brock flushed the toilet and washed his hands before exiting the lone bathroom. It seemed to him that he was the first one up. He had even left Pikachu asleep with Marill on the foot of his bed. As he passed Misty’s room, he noticed that the door was left wide open. She’s probably in the kitchen getting something to eat. The Breeder continued through the hall way, living room and finally into the kitchen, where he was met with no one. Confused he back tracked to Misty’s room, and rapped his hand on the door jam not wanting to disturb her if she was in her closet choosing today’s outfit.

“Misty?” A groggy voice inquired.

Brock stared in disbelief as Tracey’s head lifted from the mountain of pillows on Misty’s full size bed. The Watcher was still in his black dress shirt, Brock made his move quickly, and threw back the covers startling the poor young man who was revealed to be wearing nothing but his boxer briefs below the waist line.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What the hell are you doing sleeping in Misty’s bed?”

Tracey sat up, he rubbed his eyes quickly and took in his surroundings.

“Oh fuck.”

“Did you sleep with her last night?” The Breeder questioned angrily.

“I... Oh God...” He grabbed his head in pain. “You kept giving me drinks...”

“If I found out you touched her Sketchit, I will personally wring your neck, do you understand me?”

“I didn’t even know this was her room ok?” He groaned again. “I need an aspirin. God, I never drink this much!”

They heard the apartment door open and close, two sets of footsteps had entered the living room.

“Get up now, she’s back.”

Tracey stood with some difficulty, and Brock grabbed him by the collar.

“Don’t make the same mistake again.”

The Watcher managed to pull himself out of the older boy’s grasp and made his way to the bathroom. He didn’t even notice that Ash and Misty were standing mere feet away in the living room. Brock took a second to examine the white sheets, then hastily made his exit.

“Mornin’ Brocko!” Ash greeted him happily.

“Ash!” He hugged his best friend and smiled. “So I take it the two of you talked?”

Misty nodded.

“We did, and I’ve decided to stay here.” The Pokémon Master stated seriously.

“That’s great!” Brock was beaming and playfully punched Ash’s shoulder.

All the sudden excitement must have woken up the slumbering Pokémon because Pikachu and Marill ran out of Brock’s room in search of their friends.

“What d’you say I make us all a huge breakfast to celebrate?”

“That would be awesome Brocko, I haven’t had a home cooked meal in months!”

“Let’s see, there are sausages, eggs, I can whip up some biscuits real quick, fresh squeezed O.J.-”

“That’s sounds delicious, but right now I seriously have to pee.” Misty whined and walked as fast as she could only to find the door closed and locked.

She caught Brock chuckling, and then explaining to Ash that women needed to pee a lot when they were pregnant.

“Tracey, hurry up in there! I needa pee!”

He opened up the door with a grimace and practically ran back to the room where he should have been sleeping last night. Misty managed to get on the toilet before having an accident and reminded herself that for the duration of her pregnancy, she should always use the toilet before answering the door. As she was wiping herself, she noticed a thick whitish fluid on the toilet paper, checking her panties, she saw it covered the cotton crotch as well. Without warning she recalled exactly what happened last night when Tracey entered her room.

She didn’t know what time it was, she might have been lying there for some time drifting in and out of consciousness, unable to fully obtain sleep. It was during one of these half aware states when she felt a body next to hers.

“Tracey?” She whispered, her voice rough from disuse.

“I’m sorry ‘bout Ass.”

“Don’t you mean Ash?”

“No, I mean Ass.”

“Stop being silly. I knew he wasn’t gonna take it well.”

“I shoulda kicked his ass. You ok now though?”

“Yeah... I’m actually glad you came in here, I could use a cuddle.” She scooted closer to him, and made a face as the smell of alcohol entered her nostrils. “Are you drunk?”

“I don’t think so.”

Misty had never encountered a drunk person before, so didn’t really know what to make of it. But she didn’t mind that he had started rubbing his knuckles on her belly. It seemed Tracey always knew how to comfort her. She yawned and let out a quiet giggle.

“Tired?”

“Yes, but I can’t sleep.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Not too tired to talk to me till I fall asleep?”

It was Tracey’s turn to yawn.

“Those are contagious you know.”

Misty sighed and joined Tracey’s hands rubbing circles over her pregnancy.

“That always feels so nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Without even thinking, she brought her lips to his and kissed him. His hands froze and so did hers.

“He’s not coming back.” She breathed heavily, centimeters from his mouth. “Make love to me.”

Tracey didn’t need to be told twice, in an instant he was positioned on top of her, holding his body carefully over her stomach and kissing her wildly. While his right hand held him up, his left pushed up her top and massaged her left breast. He ceased his kissing and moved his head down, taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking and pulling on it as if he had never tasted anything so wonderful in his life. Misty cried out but he silenced her exclamation of pleasure with his lips on hers letting his tongue dive into her mouth, exploring the cavity fully.

Her legs were opened wide to accommodate him, and she began to rhythmically bring her hips up, seeking the contact on her quim. The Watcher’s hand left her breast and traveled south, moving the fabric of her panties and pajama shorts out of the way to find her already soaking wet. He slid his middle and ring finger into her opening and she gasped, now humping his hand. He soon grew envious of his hand and pulled out, bringing the glazed fingers to his mouth sucked on his ring finger, then presented her with the middle one. She licked it slowly and sucked the tip, and then twirled her tongue around the nail.

Impatiently, he pulled his hand away from her and released his erection from his boxer briefs, gliding his cock into her waiting pussy. They both moaned when he pushed in as far as he could go. He started out with an easy pace, and kept his hands on either side of her body for leverage. He tried not to go too low with each gentle thrust, but he just couldn’t get enough of feeling her pregnancy beneath him. He could not kiss her from this angle, but soon found himself driving into her with more force as she positioned her pelvis up and wrapped her legs around his torso.

The new position was pleasant, but he suddenly thought of a better one, and pulled himself out. Without a word, he turned Misty over onto her hands and knees, and angled her hips up. He slapped her clothed ass hard before he pushed into her again. The red head nearly screamed and held onto her pillow, burying her face into it’s softness as Tracey plowed her from behind. From this stance, he could play with her tits, or caress her stomach, but ultimately what he decided to do was finger her clit. He quickly found the hypersensitive nub and applied vigorous tiny circles to it. Misty bucked her hips wildly at the new sensation, meeting Tracey thrust for thrust, backing into him, and hearing nothing but wet smacking sounds as flesh hit flesh.

He could feel her walls tighten around him as she neared her orgasm. He rubbed her clit with more pressure and was rewarded with her trembling and quaking and shrieking into the pillow. He felt a hot liquid hit his hand, and trickle down onto the sheets, some even managed to get on his thighs. He removed his hand from between her legs, and placed it on her hip, mirroring his other one. He guided her forward and back onto his cock being careful not to slam into her too hard. With a final deep thrust, he held her tight as he came inside her.

He suddenly laughed through his labored breathing, and wiped the sweat from his brow. Misty was the one who disentangled herself from him, replacing the fabric to cover her crotch. She moved next to him on her knees and rested her head on his shoulder, he had no choice but to hug her close, as he smoothed her red hair down her back.

“What’s so funny?” She whispered into his chest.

“I don’t know, I’m just happy I guess.” He kissed her.

“Me too.” She yawned loudly and then laid back down, covering herself with the voluminous comforter.

So that was why Tracey had made the face. He remembered exactly what transpired last night, and she didn’t, and now Ash was back. Misty wanted to cry, but for whatever reason the tears would not come. Believing that Ash would never show up again, she had given herself over to Tracey, the evidence of their coupling still lingered in her panties. She needed a shower. She needed to wash the remnants of both young men from her body. The only thing left would be her and Tra- no Ash’s daughter. I’m in so much trouble.

To Be Continued...
- 10
- 11
- 12
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