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Baby Blue Saturation: Baby Mine
Author: Kat
Title: Baby Mine
Story: In the Heart and Polyfaceted
Colors: Baby blue saturation
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Sociopathic Co-Parents AU), collage, mosaic, miniature collection, charcoal (sociopaths), feathers (Your character witnesses a crime.), fabric (this picture), chalk (special delivery), glue (A complete shift of plans might be somewhat upsetting, even if it's necessary.), novelty beads (Pros and cons).
Word Count: 2000
Rating: R.
Summary: Maria's pregnant. Aaron is bemused.
Warnings: sociopaths, mentions of abortion and miscarriage, on-page murder.
Notes: Sara's fill for the AU meme. Approved by her.
1. baby girl
"I'm pregnant," Maria said, quite casually.
Aaron put down his drink and gave her a flat look, which she returned. "Really? How on earth did that happen?"
"The usual way," she said, in the driest of tones.
"I will never understand you," he said. "Having sex with your victims, that's just... ugh. What are you going to do?"
She shrugged, and stirred her drink-- water, as she always had. "Have an abortion, I think. It would be best all around."
"It would be," he agreed-- what child wanted to be raised by a sociopath?-- and there let the subject rest.
2. baby boy
She called him a week or so later. "Torey found out," she said, without preamble. "I'm keeping it."
"It would be awkward to have an abortion now," he agreed. "What did you tell him about the father?"
"One night stand," she said, and he heard the shrug in her voice. "No need for anything more. He thought it was you."
Aaron snorted. "No."
"No," she said. "Well, I thought you might like to know."
"You were right," he said, and sighed. "I suppose I have to help you."
"You don't," she said, "but I would appreciate it."
"Then I will."
15. colic
She looked annoyed when they met for coffee, the morning after one of her hunting nights, so annoyed he had to ask. "Did last night not go as you expected?"
She scowled down at her cup. "It went as planned."
He raised his cup to hide a smirk. "But?"
Oh, that was a vicious glare. His smirk broadened. "But," she said, with delicate malice, "I may have thrown up on my... date, before activities could commence."
She looked so annoyed that she might actually have killed him if he laughed, so he turned it into a cough.
With great difficulty.
19. booties
It first became real to him when Maria showed him the picture from her first sonogram.
Before that it seemed almost like the punchline to a joke. She'd had her tubes tied at eighteen and was always very careful about birth control, so the very idea of pregnancy seemed ridiculous. Then she showed him the picture and it was real, a small human in her uterus waiting to be born.
"You're sure you want to do this?" he asked, putting the picture down. "You could tell your brother you miscarried."
She shook her head. "I'm warming up to the idea."
8. baby blanket
"Oh my God, a baby!" Ivy squealed-- actually squealed. Aaron closed his eyes in pain. "Is it yours?"
He opened them again and glared at her. "Of course not. Why on earth would I have sex with Maria?"
"Well, she seems to be the only person you like," Ivy said. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"How should I know?"
"Ask her," Ivy insisted. "I want to try and make the kid a blanket. I guess I could always make it yellow."
His sister was so ridiculous. Aaron buried his nose in a book and proceeded to ignore her.
5. diapers
Aaron did research on what children needed. Unfortunately, every source conflicted on almost every point; about the only things they could agree that all children needed were clean diapers, plenty of food, and lots of love. The diapers and food were easy enough, but the love-- that was another question altogether.
"It can't be helped," Maria said, when he asked, and shrugged. "My siblings, and yours, I suppose, if they're interested. They'll supply what we can't give."
They probably would be, at that. "And I suppose we can always pretend."
"I suppose we can," she agreed, but she looked thoughtful.
7. rattle
"If it seems trustworthy," Maria said at dinner one night, "I'm going to tell it about me. When it's grown up, of course."
That was self-evident. Aaron ignored it and wound spaghetti thoughtfully on his fork. "Do you think that's a good idea?"
She shrugged. "It will stop it wondering why I don't love it. I won't tell it about you without asking first, of course."
Another self-evident statement; he wondered why she kept making them. "Do you think it will understand?"
"There's no way to tell," she said, "but... I think it might."
Then it was worth a try.
9. baby's first
"You will not," Maria said, "teach my baby how to kill."
Aaron put on his best wounded expression. "Only if it's like us, of course."
She gave him a flat look, distinctly unimpressed. "I meant you won't teach my baby how to kill because you will only teach it to poison its victims."
He rolled his eyes, familiar with this argument. "Oh, and you'll just teach it how to stab whatever gets in its way. Where's the elegance in that? Where's the subtlety?"
"Poison," she said loftily, "is cheating. "You will not teach my baby to cheat."
"Buzzkill," he muttered.
18. pacifier
"Seriously," she said, later. "It won't be like us."
Aaron raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong with being like us?"
"You must admit that there's something wrong with us," she said. "There will be nothing wrong with my baby. I will not allow it."
"There are certain things you can't control," he said, dryly, but he did understand what she meant. "It will be normal, Maria. It will have a normal life. That much I'm sure you can manage."
"I can," she said. "I will. This baby will be normal."
If anyone could make it happen, he thought, it was her.
12. teething
"Does it bother you," he asked, at random one day over poker, "that you have another person inside your body?"
"No." Maria studied her cards, then discarded a pair and drew replacements. "Does it bother you?"
He wrinkled his nose, discarded a card, drew another. "It's unsettling. Like having a parasite in your intestinal system."
"The baby," she said, "is not in my intestines. Who taught you sex ed?"
He grinned at that, acknowledging the hit. "Maybe I'll implant a parasite into my next. That could be fun."
"You do that," she said, and laid her cards down. "Full house."
14. bib
"Would you like to be her father?" Maria asked, over dinner six months in.
Of course she asked it immediately after he'd taken a sip of very nice wine, and of course he spat it all over the tablecloth. She was smirking at him when he finished coughing.
"No," he said, and a moment later added, "Thank you."
"I didn't think so," she said. "I just thought I'd offer you the option." She paused for a bite, then added thoughtfully, "You never know. Maybe being called 'Daddy' would change your entire outlook on life."
"I sincerely doubt it," he said.
3. nursery
He came over on a Saturday afternoon to help Maria get her nursery ready. Some of her siblings were already there, painting the walls a sunny yellow; most of them gave him unfriendly looks when he came in.
"They think I'm the father," he said to Maria, when he got her alone.
She shrugged. "No one's said so, but probably."
He sighed. "Should I expect attempts on my life?"
That made her smile. "No. You're still here, that's good enough for them."
"Good," he said. "I'd hate to kill one of your siblings. It might come between us."
She laughed.
6. crib
"I think that crib cost more than my bed," Aaron said, watching the workmen set it up. "Possibly more than my apartment. And everything in it."
Maria smiled serenely, the very image of a Madonna with child. It unsettled even him. "My baby deserves the best," she said, calmly. "I know you think so too. Well, this is the best, and Nicoletta agrees with me."
"Well, if Nicoletta agrees." He actually rather liked Nicoletta-- she thought like them. Even if she was a bit profligate and reckless about it. "What can I say to that?"
"Nothing at all," Maria said.
17. teddy bear
His mother dug up a teddy bear he'd had as an infant and presented it to him, apparently out of some misguided need to ensure that her grandchild had toys. This was ridiculous-- the baby wasn't her grandchild and the Corlionis could buy FAO Schwartz if they wanted-- but it was kindly meant, so he brought it to Maria.
"For the baby?" she asked, holding it at arms' length.
"She may want it," he said, and shrugged. "I certainly don't."
"Why not," she said. "Every child needs a teddy bear. She may as well have yours."
"Why not," he echoed.
10. bottle
Two months before the baby was due, his stepmother caught him practicing feeding techniques on Summer's outgrown and abandoned baby doll. He'd never been more embarrassed in his life, but she didn't bat an eyelash, just readjusted his hold on the doll, told him to hold its head up more, and never mentioned it again.
"That was kind of her," Maria said, when he told her about it, after she stopped laughing.
"I suggest you go to her for free babysitting, then," Aaron said, grumpily.
"I might just do that," she said, in a contemplative tone. "Stop pouting, it's unbecoming."
11. mobile
He brought her the man-- tall, dark-haired and grabby, just the way she liked them-- and arranged for privacy, even cleaned up the bits afterwards and hosed down the blood. Not that there was a lot of it; Maria was a very neat killer.
He met her in the car afterwards, noted the relaxed satisfaction on her face as he drove away. "Feeling better?"
"Much," she said, and touched her stomach. "This is such an inconvienence sometimes."
"It'll be over soon enough," he said, reassuringly. "We can do this again, if you like."
"Please," she said, and it was done.
13. baby hat
Summer came home for a visit and, to his slight irritation, presented him with a small pink hat. "For the baby," she said.
"She isn't my child," he said, taking the hat anyway, because Summer cried so easily. "You know that, right?"
She tilted her head to the side. "Of course I know that," she said. "You don't have sex with anyone. I just thought... because Maria is your best friend. I thought maybe she counted as one of the family by now."
Of course it was Summer who understood. He patted her head. "Thank you, Summer. I'll tell her."
4. sling
"No, not like that," his father said. "You're holding her like a sack of potatoes. This is a baby."
"No, it isn't," Aaron said, looking down at the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is a towel."
"You sound like Summer," his father said, smiling. "It will be a baby, then. Make do with what you have."
He sighed, but said, "Yessir," and readjusted his hold on the towels.
"Aaron," his father said. "I know this isn't your kid. I just want you to know that I'm proud of what you're doing."
"Thank you," he said. "Is this right?"
16. crawl
His phone rang in the middle of his latest kill.
Aaron sighed, gagged the man, and checked the number-- Maria. Good. "Hello?"
"I'm in labor," she said. "Finally."
It seemed right on time to him. "Do you need a ride to the hospital?"
"No," she said, "I've called a car. I thought you might want to meet me there."
"Sure," he said. "Just let me finish up here. Which hospital?"
He took down the information and hung up, then faced the terrified man. "Well, it's been fun," he said, "but I have places to be."
The man's neck broke satisfactorily.
20. rockabye baby
The child was impossibly tiny.
He'd expected it to be small, from his memories of Summer as an infant, but Marietta Salvatrice Corlioni-- such a large name for such a small thing-- was even tinier than that. Big brown eyes and toothless gums and little hands-- the very definition of helpless and innocent.
"You know," he said to Maria, sitting up in bed, "I think she has it better than most kids."
"Oh?" she asked.
"She won't be like us," he said. "But she'll have us. What more could any kid need?"
Maria smiled, oddly soft. "I think you're right."
Title: Baby Mine
Story: In the Heart and Polyfaceted
Colors: Baby blue saturation
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Sociopathic Co-Parents AU), collage, mosaic, miniature collection, charcoal (sociopaths), feathers (Your character witnesses a crime.), fabric (this picture), chalk (special delivery), glue (A complete shift of plans might be somewhat upsetting, even if it's necessary.), novelty beads (Pros and cons).
Word Count: 2000
Rating: R.
Summary: Maria's pregnant. Aaron is bemused.
Warnings: sociopaths, mentions of abortion and miscarriage, on-page murder.
Notes: Sara's fill for the AU meme. Approved by her.
1. baby girl
"I'm pregnant," Maria said, quite casually.
Aaron put down his drink and gave her a flat look, which she returned. "Really? How on earth did that happen?"
"The usual way," she said, in the driest of tones.
"I will never understand you," he said. "Having sex with your victims, that's just... ugh. What are you going to do?"
She shrugged, and stirred her drink-- water, as she always had. "Have an abortion, I think. It would be best all around."
"It would be," he agreed-- what child wanted to be raised by a sociopath?-- and there let the subject rest.
2. baby boy
She called him a week or so later. "Torey found out," she said, without preamble. "I'm keeping it."
"It would be awkward to have an abortion now," he agreed. "What did you tell him about the father?"
"One night stand," she said, and he heard the shrug in her voice. "No need for anything more. He thought it was you."
Aaron snorted. "No."
"No," she said. "Well, I thought you might like to know."
"You were right," he said, and sighed. "I suppose I have to help you."
"You don't," she said, "but I would appreciate it."
"Then I will."
15. colic
She looked annoyed when they met for coffee, the morning after one of her hunting nights, so annoyed he had to ask. "Did last night not go as you expected?"
She scowled down at her cup. "It went as planned."
He raised his cup to hide a smirk. "But?"
Oh, that was a vicious glare. His smirk broadened. "But," she said, with delicate malice, "I may have thrown up on my... date, before activities could commence."
She looked so annoyed that she might actually have killed him if he laughed, so he turned it into a cough.
With great difficulty.
19. booties
It first became real to him when Maria showed him the picture from her first sonogram.
Before that it seemed almost like the punchline to a joke. She'd had her tubes tied at eighteen and was always very careful about birth control, so the very idea of pregnancy seemed ridiculous. Then she showed him the picture and it was real, a small human in her uterus waiting to be born.
"You're sure you want to do this?" he asked, putting the picture down. "You could tell your brother you miscarried."
She shook her head. "I'm warming up to the idea."
8. baby blanket
"Oh my God, a baby!" Ivy squealed-- actually squealed. Aaron closed his eyes in pain. "Is it yours?"
He opened them again and glared at her. "Of course not. Why on earth would I have sex with Maria?"
"Well, she seems to be the only person you like," Ivy said. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"How should I know?"
"Ask her," Ivy insisted. "I want to try and make the kid a blanket. I guess I could always make it yellow."
His sister was so ridiculous. Aaron buried his nose in a book and proceeded to ignore her.
5. diapers
Aaron did research on what children needed. Unfortunately, every source conflicted on almost every point; about the only things they could agree that all children needed were clean diapers, plenty of food, and lots of love. The diapers and food were easy enough, but the love-- that was another question altogether.
"It can't be helped," Maria said, when he asked, and shrugged. "My siblings, and yours, I suppose, if they're interested. They'll supply what we can't give."
They probably would be, at that. "And I suppose we can always pretend."
"I suppose we can," she agreed, but she looked thoughtful.
7. rattle
"If it seems trustworthy," Maria said at dinner one night, "I'm going to tell it about me. When it's grown up, of course."
That was self-evident. Aaron ignored it and wound spaghetti thoughtfully on his fork. "Do you think that's a good idea?"
She shrugged. "It will stop it wondering why I don't love it. I won't tell it about you without asking first, of course."
Another self-evident statement; he wondered why she kept making them. "Do you think it will understand?"
"There's no way to tell," she said, "but... I think it might."
Then it was worth a try.
9. baby's first
"You will not," Maria said, "teach my baby how to kill."
Aaron put on his best wounded expression. "Only if it's like us, of course."
She gave him a flat look, distinctly unimpressed. "I meant you won't teach my baby how to kill because you will only teach it to poison its victims."
He rolled his eyes, familiar with this argument. "Oh, and you'll just teach it how to stab whatever gets in its way. Where's the elegance in that? Where's the subtlety?"
"Poison," she said loftily, "is cheating. "You will not teach my baby to cheat."
"Buzzkill," he muttered.
18. pacifier
"Seriously," she said, later. "It won't be like us."
Aaron raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong with being like us?"
"You must admit that there's something wrong with us," she said. "There will be nothing wrong with my baby. I will not allow it."
"There are certain things you can't control," he said, dryly, but he did understand what she meant. "It will be normal, Maria. It will have a normal life. That much I'm sure you can manage."
"I can," she said. "I will. This baby will be normal."
If anyone could make it happen, he thought, it was her.
12. teething
"Does it bother you," he asked, at random one day over poker, "that you have another person inside your body?"
"No." Maria studied her cards, then discarded a pair and drew replacements. "Does it bother you?"
He wrinkled his nose, discarded a card, drew another. "It's unsettling. Like having a parasite in your intestinal system."
"The baby," she said, "is not in my intestines. Who taught you sex ed?"
He grinned at that, acknowledging the hit. "Maybe I'll implant a parasite into my next. That could be fun."
"You do that," she said, and laid her cards down. "Full house."
14. bib
"Would you like to be her father?" Maria asked, over dinner six months in.
Of course she asked it immediately after he'd taken a sip of very nice wine, and of course he spat it all over the tablecloth. She was smirking at him when he finished coughing.
"No," he said, and a moment later added, "Thank you."
"I didn't think so," she said. "I just thought I'd offer you the option." She paused for a bite, then added thoughtfully, "You never know. Maybe being called 'Daddy' would change your entire outlook on life."
"I sincerely doubt it," he said.
3. nursery
He came over on a Saturday afternoon to help Maria get her nursery ready. Some of her siblings were already there, painting the walls a sunny yellow; most of them gave him unfriendly looks when he came in.
"They think I'm the father," he said to Maria, when he got her alone.
She shrugged. "No one's said so, but probably."
He sighed. "Should I expect attempts on my life?"
That made her smile. "No. You're still here, that's good enough for them."
"Good," he said. "I'd hate to kill one of your siblings. It might come between us."
She laughed.
6. crib
"I think that crib cost more than my bed," Aaron said, watching the workmen set it up. "Possibly more than my apartment. And everything in it."
Maria smiled serenely, the very image of a Madonna with child. It unsettled even him. "My baby deserves the best," she said, calmly. "I know you think so too. Well, this is the best, and Nicoletta agrees with me."
"Well, if Nicoletta agrees." He actually rather liked Nicoletta-- she thought like them. Even if she was a bit profligate and reckless about it. "What can I say to that?"
"Nothing at all," Maria said.
17. teddy bear
His mother dug up a teddy bear he'd had as an infant and presented it to him, apparently out of some misguided need to ensure that her grandchild had toys. This was ridiculous-- the baby wasn't her grandchild and the Corlionis could buy FAO Schwartz if they wanted-- but it was kindly meant, so he brought it to Maria.
"For the baby?" she asked, holding it at arms' length.
"She may want it," he said, and shrugged. "I certainly don't."
"Why not," she said. "Every child needs a teddy bear. She may as well have yours."
"Why not," he echoed.
10. bottle
Two months before the baby was due, his stepmother caught him practicing feeding techniques on Summer's outgrown and abandoned baby doll. He'd never been more embarrassed in his life, but she didn't bat an eyelash, just readjusted his hold on the doll, told him to hold its head up more, and never mentioned it again.
"That was kind of her," Maria said, when he told her about it, after she stopped laughing.
"I suggest you go to her for free babysitting, then," Aaron said, grumpily.
"I might just do that," she said, in a contemplative tone. "Stop pouting, it's unbecoming."
11. mobile
He brought her the man-- tall, dark-haired and grabby, just the way she liked them-- and arranged for privacy, even cleaned up the bits afterwards and hosed down the blood. Not that there was a lot of it; Maria was a very neat killer.
He met her in the car afterwards, noted the relaxed satisfaction on her face as he drove away. "Feeling better?"
"Much," she said, and touched her stomach. "This is such an inconvienence sometimes."
"It'll be over soon enough," he said, reassuringly. "We can do this again, if you like."
"Please," she said, and it was done.
13. baby hat
Summer came home for a visit and, to his slight irritation, presented him with a small pink hat. "For the baby," she said.
"She isn't my child," he said, taking the hat anyway, because Summer cried so easily. "You know that, right?"
She tilted her head to the side. "Of course I know that," she said. "You don't have sex with anyone. I just thought... because Maria is your best friend. I thought maybe she counted as one of the family by now."
Of course it was Summer who understood. He patted her head. "Thank you, Summer. I'll tell her."
4. sling
"No, not like that," his father said. "You're holding her like a sack of potatoes. This is a baby."
"No, it isn't," Aaron said, looking down at the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is a towel."
"You sound like Summer," his father said, smiling. "It will be a baby, then. Make do with what you have."
He sighed, but said, "Yessir," and readjusted his hold on the towels.
"Aaron," his father said. "I know this isn't your kid. I just want you to know that I'm proud of what you're doing."
"Thank you," he said. "Is this right?"
16. crawl
His phone rang in the middle of his latest kill.
Aaron sighed, gagged the man, and checked the number-- Maria. Good. "Hello?"
"I'm in labor," she said. "Finally."
It seemed right on time to him. "Do you need a ride to the hospital?"
"No," she said, "I've called a car. I thought you might want to meet me there."
"Sure," he said. "Just let me finish up here. Which hospital?"
He took down the information and hung up, then faced the terrified man. "Well, it's been fun," he said, "but I have places to be."
The man's neck broke satisfactorily.
20. rockabye baby
The child was impossibly tiny.
He'd expected it to be small, from his memories of Summer as an infant, but Marietta Salvatrice Corlioni-- such a large name for such a small thing-- was even tinier than that. Big brown eyes and toothless gums and little hands-- the very definition of helpless and innocent.
"You know," he said to Maria, sitting up in bed, "I think she has it better than most kids."
"Oh?" she asked.
"She won't be like us," he said. "But she'll have us. What more could any kid need?"
Maria smiled, oddly soft. "I think you're right."
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The 'cravings' section remains my absolute favorite, because omg. Perfect.
Good work!
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HOW SO FUNCTIONAL, YOU GUYS.
Thank you!
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Thank you!
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#7 is super adorable in that very particular people who kill with oleander kind of way.
#9 Made me d'aww too. But, then I felt bad.
#17 WARM FUZZIES WITH A SIDE OF ARSENIC. Yay.
#11 Not-love: it's when you bring somebody a guy to kill in the middle of the night.
#16 Just lemme kill this guy and I'll get right back to you, person I not-love!
...why is this so adorable? Whyyyyyyyyyy XD?
Wait, don't tell me. It's better this way.
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INCONVEINENTLY TIMED MORNING SICKNESS COMBINED WITH MURDER IS ALWAYS HILARIOUS. I decree it so. Also, warm fuzzies with a side of arsenic is my favorite description ever. Like seriously.
THANK YOU. <333333