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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Three

“I’m sorry Kenneth, but your Squirtle is knocked out, which means I win.”

Misty had just completed a very short two on two battle with a ten year old boy who looked about ready to burst into tears. The kid had done very well, he tried his best, but in the end her Pokémon were just stronger.

“It’s not fair!”

She jumped into the water and swam her way to his side of the pool, praying that this wasn’t going to end up with a call to Officer Jenny for yet another trainer who couldn’t take defeat.

“Hey, listen.” She said as she pulled herself gracefully onto the floating platform. “You tried your best, but I’m afraid you need some more training.”

“I’ve been training everyday!”

“Well, if that’s the case then your Pokémon need a break.” Misty smiled at the little boy and kneeled down to his level. “You look like you could use a break too. You can’t run yourself and your Pokémon to the ground, everyone needs rest and time to relax. Why don’t you let your Pokémon have a swim in the pool? I’ll give them some Revive, and you could spend a couple of hours just having fun. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds good to me!” That was not the voice of the little boy. They both turned around to see a young man with ear length black hair held back from his face with a red head band.

“Tracey?”

“Hey Misty, it’s great to see you!”

“Let me just take care of this kid and his Pokémon and then we can catch up.”

“No problem.” He sat down in the bleachers and removed a large orange ruck sack from his back.

Misty gave both of Kenneth’s Pokémon a dose of Revive so they could have some fun in the pool. She also went into the office and brought out a glass of iced tea and a sandwich for him, he looked very grateful, the poor kid had probably spent the past few days up all night training so hard he forgot to eat. Once he was taken care of she donned her bath robe over her wet bathing suit and went to finally greet Tracey. She hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It’s great to see you again Tracey!”

“You too, I mean look at you, you’re glowing!” Taking her hand, he stepped back and took a moment to look her over with a smile of utter delight. “You’ve gained about ten pounds. I’d say you’re just about... four months along?” Tracey watched as a frown appeared across the red head’s face.

“Always trust a Pokémon Watcher to notice everything; even under a really thick robe. You’re only the second person who knows and Brock was the first.”

“Wait, Brock was the one who called me and said you needed some help around the gym. Thus, here I am; but he didn’t mention this.” The watcher said with a furrowed brow. “Ash is the father isn’t he?” He asked uncertainly.

“Of course he is, but... (she sighed) I haven’t told him yet.”

“Wait... I don’t get it, what happened?”

The red head sat down on the bleachers and told Tracey everything. At the end she was proud of herself for not crying and through it all Tracey had held her hand offering encouragement without judgment.

“So now, I have to figure out a way to pay the city’s fine and tell Ash about the baby.”

“Well, I’m here to help anyway I can, but I really think you need to tell Ash and let him know what you plan to do.” He squeezed her hand and looked directly into her eyes. “Are you keeping it?”

Misty sighed and placed her hands on her expanding bump.

“I’m still... not sure really.”

“Misty I think you are sure, you’re just afraid to tell Ash because of his temper. No offense, but he does tend to over react to things, I guess if it were me I’d be scared out of my mind to tell him too.”

“Gee thanks Tracey, that makes me feel a million times better.” She stood and her stomach made a huge growling noise.

“Baby’s hungry huh?” Tracey held his hand over her belly. “May I?” Misty nodded and Tracey opened her robe to place his hand on the bare skin of the small rounded bump. “No real kicks yet?”

“No.” She shook her head and placed her hand on top of his not wanting him to release it just yet, suddenly craving the intimate touch. She realized her heart beat had quickened and she elaborated on her answer in a whisper. “It’s just a fluttering feeling, like bubbles in the water.”

“Ah, I can’t wait to feel a real kick, I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” Was the only sound that escaped her lips.

Tracey grabbed his bag and the two made their way to the office for lunch leaving Kenneth alone with his and Misty’s Pokémon to play in the pool.

*))O((*

Evening came and Misty locked the gym for the night, after getting a promise from the little boy Kenneth to train more responsibly and to come back in a couple of weeks time. She made her way upstairs to find Tracey in the kitchen preparing dinner. They had spent the entire afternoon remembering old times. It felt great to have someone her age to talk to and discuss things besides the baby and Ash.

She went into the bedroom, returning with a pair of knitting needles and a huge ball of light green Mareep wool yarn. She intended to make as many baby items as she could before her son or daughter was born. Sitting on the couch she decided to start on a simple blanket since she wouldn’t need a pattern. She had the first few stitches of one corner already started when Tracey sat down next to her.

“Boy?”

“Green could be for either.”

“True, I’ve always been partial to green of course.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Here, put your feet up on my lap.”

“Why?” She looked up from her needlework curiously.

“You’re ankles are a little swollen.” He guided her legs up and onto his lap, where he began to massage her feet and ankles.

“That feels good. Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome, I figured I might as well give your feet a rub while the quiche is in the oven, I noticed they were a bit inflamed earlier.”

“Of course you did.” Misty sighed with a smile and continued her knitting as Tracey worked his fingers over her tired feet.

“What are you working on by the way?”

“A blanket to start off with.” She held up her work. “See, you start with one corner and work until you’ve reached the middle, and then you work to the final corner and you’re done. It’ll be a very cozy square blanket when I’m finished.”

“You were always keeping the baby weren’t you?” That question had caught her off guard and it took her a moment to answer.

“I think so... yes.”

“Yes? You’re knitting a blanket, only a mother who intended on keeping her baby would take the time to make a Mareep wool blanket.”

“Or a young woman who loved her baby so much that she wanted to bestow a parting gift so that the baby could always remember his or her birth mother by.”

Tracey ceased his massaging and gaped at the red head.

“Misty, that was a terribly depressing scenario.”

She placed her knitting down on the coffee table and said quietly:

“I don’t want to give my baby away.” The tears cascaded down her face and Tracey was there keeping both mother and unborn child safe in his arms.

“Misty it’s ok, no one said you had to.” He kissed her brow. “Just think, in five months time, you can wrap your baby up in this blanket, hold him tight and nothing else in the entire world will matter.”

“That’s what I want.” She hiccuped and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Then that’s exactly what you’ll have, you’re gonna be a great mother Misty, I know it! I remember how you used to take care of Togepi, you’re a very nurturing and caring person. Any child would be lucky to have a mom like you, I mean look how you were with that Trainer before. What other Gym Leader would give a defeated opponent Revive for the Pokémon and lunch for the kid? None... well, maybe Brock, but that would mar his tough guy persona.”

Misty laughed, just as the timer in the kitchen went off.

“That would be the quiche. Come on, lets go eat.”

As Tracey and Misty ate their dinner, he thought about how lucky Ash was to have a girl like her. She had definitely matured over the years, and he really did believe that she’d be a great mother. He was always glad to help her out at the gym, especially this time, although he now realized that he would be here for the rest of her pregnancy and most likely several months after instead of the few weeks he had originally planned on. Professor Oak would be fine without him, Misty and her baby needed to be cared for, he could tell how relieved she had been to see him before. Hopefully he could persuade her to finally tell Ash, and the young couple could begin preparing for their future together.

They finished their dinner in relative silence, Tracey’s cheddar and broccoli quiche usually had that effect on people, it was so good no one said a word till they were done. After clearing the dishes and helping Misty clean up the kitchen, they retired to the living room in their exact places from earlier, the red head taking up her knitting again as Tracey massaged up her calves. An hour and a half quickly passed by when Misty yawned, put down her project (now a few inches long), stretched and rubbed her stomach contentedly.

“Bed time little miss.”

“Definitely, I’ll have more trainers to beat in the morning.”

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I know, but I want to.”

As Misty changed in the bathroom, Tracey fluffed her pillows and straightened out the sheets with a huge flourish.

“Come brush your teeth with me.” Misty beckoned from the doorway, a new green toothbrush in hand for him.

“How’d you know?”

“This happened last time you stayed, besides I did buy a six pack.”

They finished and made their way back into the bedroom. Misty carefully got under the covers and patted the space next to her in the full size bed.

“I...” The young man hesitated.

“I just want to snuggle, I’m tired of being alone. I promise I wont bite.” She giggled. “Hard.”

Tracey chuckled, he closed the bedroom door and turned off the light, then climbed under the covers next to her. He decided to lie on his side, with his right hand gently rubbing circles over her pregnant belly, his left folded under his head, he hoped this would put her to sleep quickly so he could take a much needed shower. After several minutes he thought she had fallen asleep, her breathing pattern had changed, but he was startled by what sounded like a faint moan.

“Misty... you ok?” He stopped his hand and whispered.

“Please don’t stop, it feels really nice.”

He continued the light massage, until Misty placed her hand on top of his and began to guide it lower. He tried to stop her and pull his hand away, but she had a firm grip.

“Misty what are you doing?”

“Tracey please.” She breathed.

She shimmied closer to him and tried to urge his hand down again. He hesitated for a moment, his breathing shallow. Slowly, tentatively, he inched his hand past the elastic band of her panties, keeping eye contact with her even in the dark. Tracey’s brain was screaming for him to stop, until he felt Misty’s hand sneak into his shorts and grasp his quickly lengthening member, they both took a sharp intake of breath as each other’s hands reached their destinations. The only sounds heard were the soft moans they made and the rustle of sheets as their bodies shifted beneath their ministrations. Tracey watched as Misty’s hips rocked faster, he sped up his motions on her clit, she in turn grasped him tighter and stroked him faster.

Their eyes remained glued to one another’s, their breathing nearly in sync as hands danced frantically below the waistline, Tracey could have sworn those lips had whispered his name, so he whispered her’s back, praying that he didn’t sound like a total fool. Her folds were soft and slick and for some strange reason he had always imagined it would be harder to bring a girl to completion, but from the sounds she was making he was confident that he was doing a good job. He wondered how his cock felt to her, it’s rigid expanse hot in her hand, she knew exactly how to maneuver his foreskin over, up and back down repeating the motion at a very gratifying pace.

She came first, arching her back, throwing her head into the pillow with a high pitched mewl. Hearing her in the throws of passion quickly sent him over the edge, where he grunted and jerked his hips up, covering her hand with the product of his ejaculation. The friends lay panting shoulder to shoulder, out of breath, legs tangled together, but satiated; their hands still inside the other’s underwear. The only way Tracey could describe their mutual masturbation session was intense, he was trying however, not to think of what Ash would do to him if he ever found out the Watcher had successfully brought his pregnant girlfriend off.

To Be Continued...
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