Chapter 2
Misty heard a knock on the door above the pitter patter of the water. "W-Who is it?"
"It's me…" Brock said, leaning against the door. "I want to make sure your OK."
She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her waist, brushing out her long read hair in the mirror until it was partially dry before she unlocked the door and allowed him into the berry-scented steamy room.
"I'm fine, Brock." She said, watching him in the mirror behind her, his vest nowhere to be seen and his tight shirt did little to hide the wonderfully toned body she remembered so well.
He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes scanned the silhouette of her body. "Misty, is it mine?"
Misty turned around, her damp hair clinging the side of her neck and her pale skin still wet from the shower. She clutched to towel to her chest as she felt the intense stare from the man standing before her.
"Brock, how can you even ask that? Of course it's yours…" She said, stepping closer to him. "I haven't been with anybody else but you…since that night."
He backed up against the wall, gripping helplessly at the tiles and busying his hands to try and dissuade himself from reaching out and touching her because he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to stop.
"I'm sorry, Misty." He apologized for any implications she thought he may have had. "I just wanted to be one hundred percent positive."
Misty looked down at her bare feet and stubby, painted toenails. "Brock, I didn't want you to know about this."
He raised an eyebrow and looked at the towel-clad redhead in front of him. "Why?"
"Because…" She said, tears filling her blue eyes as she spoke. "You're a good guy and I know what your going to do now. Your going to put all your dreams and goals on hold because of me."
"Hey, hey," He said, forcing her gaze up to meet his. "look at me. Misty, you and this baby are my only concerns right now."
"See, that's what I mean!" She exclaimed. "I've ruined your life."
"No, you haven't." He said, sighing. "Misty, please, don't cry."
She scowled up at him, her body writhing and shaking pure fury. "How can you tell me to stop crying, Brock? You don't know how scared I've been!"
The muscle in his jaw tightened. "Well, you don't have to be scared anymore, Misty. I'm here now and I'm going to take care of you." He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be a father. Not only would he have to take care of the baby, but he'd have to take care of Misty, too.
"You are the whole reason I'm pregnant!" She snapped.
"Hey, it's partially your fault, too. It takes two to make a baby." He said. "Don't blame this all on me."
Misty's face coloured. Her neck grew hot with embarrassment. She knew he was right. He always was. Anything that ever came out of that mouth of his was always correct.
Brock rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Misty, you shouldn't get upset right now. Not in your condition. Your three months pregnant and you just finished your first trimester. You need to take it easy."
"Don't start talking medical to me, Brock." Misty groaned. "I already got enough of that from my doctor."
He raked a hand through his spiky, dark hair in frustration. "Well, how's the morning sickness?"
Misty folded her arms across her chest, almost as if she was shutting herself off from him. "Better than it was."
"Good." He said. "Misty, you should have told me earlier. I would have came to Cerulean and stayed with you."
"Well, I didn't even know I was pregnant until two weeks ago. I just became a little suspicious because I wasn't having my period and I was sick all the time. I didn't want to tell my sister's about it, so I left and came to stay with Delia about three weeks ago."
"Still, you should have told me two weeks ago, then. Why didn't you?" He stepped closer to her and placed a hand on her cheek.
"Because I didn't want you to drop everything and leave Ash out there all alone just to come back to Cerulean and take care of me." She said.
Brock sighed and chuckled a bit. "Misty, right now, you need me a whole lot more than Ash does. Rather you like it or not, I'm going to take care of you. Don't you play this tough girl act with me." His lips pulled into a smile.
She resisted the urge to smile. "Do you mind taking your hands off me?" Her lowered eyes raising to meet his gaze.
The hand that captured her attention still lay along her jaw line; his fingertips burrowed in her hair. His head bent close enough to her so that she could examine the texture of his perfectly bronzed skin and smell the masculine fragrance that drifted from him.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Brock finally answered her question after a long moment. His mouth captured hers in a heated kiss, his hands tugging at the towel she concealed herself with. Her hand reached for the doorknob, pushing it open and tumbling backwards onto the bed that awaited just outside the door.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, the damp towel fell heavily to the floor. Misty dizzily absorbed the heat and smell of him, the vibrant male earthiness that emitted from him. His groans against her mouth caused an exhilarating stir of erotic excitement throughout her body.
She wanted to be taken by him again. She wanted to feel him inside her, completing her once again just like the night she had gotten pregnant. He separated himself from her only for a moment to peel off the tight green shirt he had on, which was partially damp from her own body.
Misty wanted to touch any part of him, feel the excellence of taut and terrific flesh and muscle. From his perfectly toned shoulders to his hard, powerful chest, down to his wonderfully sculpted stomach he was enough to make any woman fantasize. However, she contented herself with raking her hands through his springy, dark hair as he kissed her.
His kisses were so perfect. It wasn't a hard mashing of his mouth against hers. It wasn't sloppy. It was an exhilarating feast, his mouth shaping her lips to be tantalized by little nips of his teeth and tingling caresses of his tongue, then driving to an intimate invasion of her palate, electrifying every nerve-end.
At this moment, she was happy all those women rejected him. They were missing out on how much of a wonderful lover he could be.
He lifted up to look at her, the small window above the large bed was their only source of light, but it was enough to give him the satisfaction of looking at her.
Breathlessly, he stared down at her and her eyes scanned over his body, his long torso ending at the top of his unbuttoned jeans.
"You truly are…all woman," Brock said in a kind of awe that made Misty feel special.
Tough he was even more so. Everything she'd remember him being; Complete and utter male power, sleek and strong and so sure in his aggression, wanting her and reveling in her femininity.
He leaned over her again, her long, smooth legs hung over the side of the bed at her knees, her toes touching the soft carpet every so often and her hands caressing the powerful, denim-sheathed excitement that was prodding at her bare thighs.
Seeing him ready for her like this instantly chased away in hesitation she had with the mind-blowing urge to have him inside her, all of him, now, fast, hard, full-on and pounding as wildly as her heart.
Then, a sharp knock came to the door and within seconds, they had jumped apart.
"Shit!" Brock cursed in an agitated whisper and Misty curled up defensively, concealing herself with her legs and arms. They still had to keep this all a secret, atleast for Misty's sake. As far as he was concerned, he was positive she wasn't ready to tell her friends that she had slept with him of all people.
"What do we do?" Misty asked in a hushed whisper.
Brock looked around the room and gathered his shirt quickly off the floor. "You go in the bathroom, lock the door and get dressed."
Misty quickly reached down to grab the wet towel off the floor before she dove back into the bathroom. She listened as she tried to calm her wildly racing heart.
There was another sharp knock and Brock growled in frustration. "I'm coming, hold on a minute."
He tugged his shirt over his head and buttoned his jeans.
"It's me, Ash." Sounded the familiar voice of their fifteen year old companion. "Is everything alright in there?"
Brock quickly opened the door, trying to hide his sexual frustration. "Everything's fine, Ash. What do you want?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe, hoping Misty would stay locked away in the bathroom as though nothing had happened.
The dark-headed boy looked innocently oblivious. "Well, mom was just hoping Misty was alright, she's been up here for almost an hour." He stated obviously. "Hey, Brock did you know your shirt's on backwards?"
He looked down to see the tag on the side of shirt exposed. "Oh, wow…I've…been…walking around like that all day. Hey listen, uhm go downstairs and tell your mom we'll be down there in a second, alright?"
"Uhm, alright." Ash agreed, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Is Misty alright?"
"She's fine." Brock promised, pulling off his T-shirt to put it on the correct way. "She's just getting dressed in the bathroom. She wanted to take a long bath while I stood out here and talked to her."
It was a lame cover story, but he knew Ash would buy it.
"Oh, alright." He said, turning away and heading down the hall. Brock shut the door behind him with a click and Misty figured it was safe to come out.
Her hair had completely dried and fell beautiful and full around her shoulders. She was dressed now, her face still red from what had happened between them only moments before.
"We better go back down there…"
"Are you sure?" Brock asked, pushing a lock of shiny red hair behind her ear. "I don't want you to feel awkward."
She shook her head and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine, really." She walked past him, but he pulled on her wrist.
"Wait. We can't just wait forever and not tell anyone about…us…" He said, contemplating on whether he should have used those words.
"Brock, there is no 'us'." Misty told him.
His jaw tightened and his heart plummeted. He had been rejected before, but never like this. "Then what the hell were we doing? Why were you letting me do that to you if you don't want me?"
"I don't know, Brock!" Misty raised her voice. "You were the one who came on to me!"
"Well, can you blame me?" He asked, tightening his grip on her wrist. "Look at you. You're gorgeous! I can barely keep my hands off you!"
She looked up at him, an indignant look filled her eyes. "You didn't seem to pay me much attention for the last five years! You just completely ignored me!"
Brock sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, that's until I…" He trailed off, not sure of what to say.
"Until what, Brock? Until you slept with me because Willamina walked out on you?" She fumed at the thought being used. She tried to pull herself free but his grasp on her arm was too strong.
"No, Misty, I was just stupid back then! I was so busy looking at other women that I didn't see what was right in front of me all along! I'm a moron, OK?" He watched the look of dissatisfaction on her face. "And I didn't sleep with you because of Willamina, it didn't have anything to do with that."
She shook her head and Brock still felt clueless. He still didn't know what the hell she wanted from him. "You just don't get it, do you?"
"Get what?" He asked.
"Just…never mind." Misty pushed past him and quickly made her way downstairs without another word.
It was Christmas eve morning when Misty woke up. She stretched her body outwards, feeling a slight wave of nausea wash over her, another reminder that she was pregnant. The bed that she slept in was also a reminder that she was pregnant with Brock's baby on top of that.
She moved her hands over her still flat belly. Never in a million years would she have thought this would happen. She had planned on being a mother some day, but never to Brock Harrison's child.
Togepi was still silently sleeping beside her and she lay on her side, wondering how long she was going to be able to lay like this before she got too big. Misty wondered how much her body would change, how uncomfortable she would be. She had heard labor pains were excruciating and she had Brock to think for that.
However, she couldn't hate him. He wasn't running away from her like she thought he would. He was taking responsibility just as he should. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him.
She hadn't seen him since their fight and hadn't had the chance to apologize. Turning to look at the bedside clock, she knew that he was usually awake by 9 A.M.
Tiredly, she exited the room, careful not to wake Togepi. The tiny egg Pokemon tended to be cranky when woken up so Misty had learned to let it just wake up on it's own time. She wondered if a baby would do the same.
The familiar smell of waffles and pancakes filled the upstairs hallway and she slowly descended the stairs. No one had seen or heard from her since yesterday afternoon and she knew they had questions about her pregnancy.
The biggest one being: Who's the father?
Only three people in this house knew and that was herself, Brock and Mrs. Ketchum.
Delia smiled when she saw the sleepy redhead enter the room. "Good morning, dear. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Alright, I guess." Misty replied, wiping her sleepy eyes and taking in the familiar scene of Brock standing at the stove in his pink apron. God, she had missed that.
Brock turned around and smiled at her, despite their little squabble the day before. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You hungry?"
"Not really." She replied, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Too bad." He said with a grin, handing her a large plate of pancakes, stacked high and tall glass of orange juice.
Ash scowled when he saw the portion Misty had gotten compared to his own. "Hey, how come she gets more food than I do?"
"Because," Brock said, stirring up more pancake batter. "she's eating for two and she needs all the food she can get."
"That's unfair!" He crossed his arms and scowled at the redhead who simply rolled her eyes and smiled. She took a small bite of the strawberry pancakes and remembered just how wonderful Brock's cooking was.
"These are delicious." She said, with a smile. Brock turned and looked at her and they shared a look, a look that only Delia seemed to pick up on.
She stood up with her own food and drink and looked at the kids at the table. "Guys, I just had a great idea. Why don't we go into the living room and eat our breakfast?"
Ash scoffed. "Oh, c'mon, Mom. I want to sit at the table with the adults."
His mother simply rolled her eyes. "I'll let you watch cartoons…"
With that, Ash was the first out of the kitchen followed by Max and then May slowly made her way out followed by Delia herself, finally leaving Brock and Misty alone in the kitchen.
Brock finally sat down at the table himself, disappointed to see that Misty had barely touched her food. "You've barely touched your food."
"I'm not hungry."
"Maybe your not, but that baby is." He said a matter-of-factly.
Misty sighed miserable and stabbed a pancake angrily with her food. "Can we not talk about the baby for once?"
He gave her a look of surprise. "Sorry, honey, we kind of have to. It's there."
Now that she thought about it, she was kind of hungry, but Brock's arrogance was quickly her ill and she didn't think it was the pregnancy causing her nausea this time. Misty took another bite. "Don't call me, honey."
He leaned back and couldn't help but smile at her face of annoyance. "Misty, what do you want me to do? Run away and have nothing to do with our child? I'm not doing that. I am not my father and I will be there for our baby and you, rather you want me there or not."
Misty chewed on her food thoughtfully before she spoke. "Brock, do you only want to be with me because I'm pregnant with your child? Is that why your so persistent in wanting an actual relationship with me?"
"No." He replied quickly. "No, Mist, that's not it. Me wanting to be with you has nothing to do with this baby."
"Then why start now? The moment you find out I'm pregnant you start wanting to take care of me and give me your undivided attention whereas before I never existed!" She argued, feeling confident that she had made her point, but Brock wasn't fazed by it.
"Because," he paused for a moment while he formulated his words carefully. "like I said before, I didn't see what was right in front of me all along until that night I was with you."
She dropped her fork against her plate with a loud sound as she started to cry. She didn't really know why she was crying, but she just couldn't control it. Before she knew it he was by her side, trying his best to comfort her.
"Brock, do you know how long I waited for you to pay attention to me? Do you know how badly I wanted you to stop flirting with all of those women and just for once pay attention to me?"
Brock kneeled beside her and rubbed his hand on her back. "How was I supposed to know you wanted that from me? I'm not a mind reader you know."
"How could you not have known?" She stared up at him as tears streamed down her face. "God, Brock, do you know how badly it hurt when you left us, when you left me, when you stayed on Valencia Island with Professor Ivy?"
"Ok, that was a mistake!" Brock exclaimed. "I told you I was young and stupid back then, OK? I came back, didn't I?" He wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb.
"Yea, only because she dumped you! Otherwise, you would have probably stayed there forever!"
"No, I wouldn't have…" Brock said, sighing at her over dramatization of the situation, but of course, he knew pregnant women could be overly emotional at times. He could remember atleast six of his mother's pregnancies when he was a kid so he knew all about the mood swings. Of course with Misty, mood swings were of the norm.
"Then why did you come back?" Her blue eyes still sparkling with tears, her voice held a serious tone.
"I don't know, Misty. I was there and I realized I made a mistake and I needed to come back."
"A mistake? What mistake?"
"The mistake of leaving you." He said. "It was a stupid thing for me to do. I know it hurt you when I left, but I thought it was just a friendship thing. I didn't know you wanted anything more than that from me."
Wrapping her arms around his neck she began to cry harder and he stroked her hair comfortingly with his hand, consoling her lovingly. "Shh, don't upset yourself, Misty. That's not good on our baby…"
"I'm so sorry, Brock." She said, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "I'm sorry for treating you the way I have. Your just trying to be good to me."
"No, it's alright. Look, don't apologize." Brock wiped the salty water from her cheeks and looked into her eyes. "Your just scared and emotional, that's all, but I'm here for you. No matter what."
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