Page 22 of Claiming Demons
I shrugged. “I’m a fertility goddess… so… yeah. After this, I think I’ll be done, but… I really wanted to be a mother — to babies — again. And Grey, Ramsey, and Fen have all promised to help out. I don’t think I could deal with three kids without my guys around.”
Reia shook her head. “Your choice, I guess.”
It was. And that reminded me I had wanted to call Freyja to find out more about my fertility and what I could do with it.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I said, rising and heading to the downstairs lounge for privacy. “I… need to make a call.”
ANAIS
“Hi, Freyja!”I said into my phone. “It’s Anais Baker. You helped my uncle remember who he was. Remember me?”
There was an audible sigh from the other end of the line as I paced the length of the downstairs lounge, phone pressed to my ear. I was both concerned and excited about what might be possible with my fertility aspect.
Freyja, though, seemed less than excited to hear from me. “Hello, Anais. Yes, I remember you. What time is it?”
I blinked at the odd question, then quickly checked my phone. “Ah… it’s eleven thirty.”
“A.M.?” she hissed.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.” Freyja groaned.
Had I gotten her up? “Ah… sorry if I woke you?” I said apologetically, turning and making another lap to the far end of the lounge.
“Well, too late now. The damage is done,” she huffed. “Why are you calling?”
Now I felt selfish and inane for asking, but… I wasn’t going to hang up and try calling again. She might never answer or she just might block me. As she said, the damage was already done, I’d just have to suck it up and accept that I’d pissed off another goddess.
“I wanted to know more about the aspect of fertility,” I said. “It seems I also have that aspect and… I’m pregnant. So, I’m wondering… what’s possible?”
“You called me, in the middle ofmynight, for that? Didn’t that beautiful sort-of grandson of mine tell you I was a night owl?”
I did recall mention of Freyja being abad girland something aboutinfidelity, but nothing about being a night owl. “No, sorry. I can call back later if—”
“No.” Another sigh. “Just… no, it’s fine. Like I said, damage is done. You want to know about fertility? You’re pregnant?”
“Yup.”
“Well, if you don’t want the kid, just get rid of it,” she said. “You can cause your own miscarriages and the earlier the better.”
“Oh.” That seemed awful.
I turned to stare out the windows at the Manhattan skyline as the wind whipped up leaves from the many trees below and scattered them around the city.
“Better yet, do what I do and just switch off that annoying aspect altogether. I mean my first hundred kids were nice, but after that… I lost count and just didn’t care anymore.”
First… hundred?
Fuck me!
“Ah… okay. Good to know. I may do that after I’ve had these kids. But for now, I’m more wondering what I can do around the pregnancy itself.”
“Thesekids?How many are you having?”
“Three, triplets.”
“Fuck, girl! Why would you do that to yourself?”