Chapter 3
Ash Ketchum sat among the pile of shredded wrapping paper and gifts that he had unwrapped. Misty had gotten a few things for herself, including maternity clothes and baby clothes from Mrs. Ketchum. Brock had long ago bought her a bottle of perfume from some city in Hoenn and Ash of course had forgotten about her.
After the excitement of Christmas was over, Brock helped in cleaning up the piles of wrapping paper and then helped Delia out in the kitchen while Misty was told to sit tight in the living room. She really hated not being able to do anything. Brock acted as though she was going to break if she did just the slightest little thing.
The food smelled delicious. A large Turkey was cooked to perfection and Brock was making the most delicious looking apple pie. Delia was more concerned with how her house looked before the guests arrived.
Misty wasn't sure just how many people were going to show up, but she knew the house definitely was going to be packed full.
The doorbell rang and Delia panicked, instructing Mr. Mime to answer the door while she made sure she got the dirty fingerprint marks Ash had left on her white walls. She turned to Misty with a smile. "One word of advice, dear, once you have kids, never paint your walls white."
The clown Pokemon greeted it's guests at the door.
Brock peered his head around the corner of the kitchen into the living room at the front door and his mouth hung open. "Mom? Dad?"
Lola and Flint Harrison walked in, Lola immediately going in to hug her oldest son. "Oh, look at you, your absolutely filthy!" She dusted the flour off his apron. "Don't you make a mess in there now, do you hear me, Brock?"
"Mom, I'm not making a mess…" He said, looking over at Misty feeling a bit embarrassed. She giggled a bit. It was funny to see Brock get treated like a child for once.
Brock looked up from his flour-covered apron to meet his father's gaze. "Hey dad…"
"Hello Brock. Shouldn't you be outside playing football in snow with Ash and Max instead of standing in here doing women's work?" Flint asked, folding his arms.
Lola rolled her eyes. "Oh, Flint, now don't you start. Brock, you keep cooking up those delicious meals. Your going to make some woman very lucky one day! Oh Delia, doesn't he look handsome in that little pink apron?"
Delia giggled. "Very."
"Mom…stop it, your embarrassing me…" He said agitatedly, his gaze once again falling on Misty. Lola followed her son's gaze and her eyes landed on the nervous looking redhead.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear." Lola said with a giggle. "This must be your little girlfriend. I'm Lola Harrison, Brock's mother, and you are?"
"Uhm, nice to meet you, I'm Misty Waterflower, and I'm not Brock's girlfriend." She said with a deep blush.
"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry." She said, it was now her turn to blush. "I just know my son and his excellent taste in women and I figured you looked like someone he'd go for."
Misty looked at her in disbelief. Did she really think that she looked like 'Brock's type' or was she just being nice? How would she react if she found out she was carrying her grandchild? She'd have to know at some point, wouldn't she?
That's when realization hit her full-on. She really couldn't keep this a secret much longer.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang once again and Mr. Mime ambled over to the door to answer. Professor Samuel Oak was at the door along with his grandson Gary. Then…Misty's blood ran cold in her veins.
Walking in afterwards, was Tracy Sketchit and his eyes sparked when he saw her. She turned around and sank into the soft couch she was sitting on. She suddenly felt sick again and flashbacks of that night outside the hotel came flooding back.
Delia was polite to Samuel and Gary, but completely avoided eye contact with Tracy. She was the only other person in the room that knew about what had almost happened between Misty and Tracy, besides Brock and herself.
Tracy took a seat on the couch, and took a cup of lemonade off the trey. Lola had gotten up to make conversation with the professor and Tracy had taken her seat. His eyes watched her over the rim of the cup and his lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver rocketing down her spine.
Neither one of them spoke, Tracy just stared at her and she didn't bother to look up. She hoped to god Brock would come in the room, perhaps he'd stop staring.
Her prayers were answered when Brock came around the corner, still covered head to toe in flour. "Dinner's ready!" He announced, making room for Ash and Max who had rushed in at the announcement, racing to get the first piece of Turkey.
Brock's face fell when he saw Tracy sitting on the couch, not bothering to get up and move towards the kitchen, he was just staring. Brock came and sat beside Misty, the entire living room had cleared out in a matter of minutes and it was just the three of them.
If it hadn't been Delia's house or Christmas Day, he would have already decked Tracy in the mouth for what he did to Misty, but he was taught to be respectful. He cleared his throat and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Why don't you get something to eat, Tracy." Brock suggested, his normally friendly tone was deeper and more foreboding.
"Oh, I'm not hungry." He said, something flashed in his eyes when he stared at Misty and Brock clenched his teeth together and balled his fists.
"Misty," Brock said, standing up and practically pulling her up with him. "you need to eat something. Come with me."
Misty followed Brock into the kitchen, daring herself to look Tracy in the eyes and when she did she felt something that made her want to cry. After she had gotten a rather large plate of food, Brock led her back into the living room, never taking his eyes off the dark-haired artist.
The two men exchanged a look of challenge and he led her to a far corner of the room where she didn't have to be around Tracy.
Ash walked in, his plate piled high with Turkey, mashed potatoes, cinnamon apples and pie. "Brock, this food is awesome!"
"Glad you like it." He said, never moving from his position next to Misty.
She looked up at him with concern, realizing at the moment just how hungry she really was. "Are you hungry, Brock?"
He leaned back, keeping a close eye on Tracy. "I can eat later."
Ash had quickly finished off his turkey and apples and walked over curiously to Brock and Misty. "Whoa, Misty, you sure did get a lot of food."
Brock sighed and rubbed his hands over his face in annoyance. "Ash, don't you have to go be annoying somewhere else?"
He made a thoughtful noise before shaking his head in denial. "Nope."
"Ash, can you go away please?" Misty asked, feeling rather annoyed. She wasn't feeling well and she wasn't exactly in the mood to be tolerating Ash's presence. Any other time would have been fine, but not while she was pregnant and in the same room with Tracy Sketchit.
Ash swallowed a bite of his pie and scowled at her. "Oh, just because your pregnant doesn't mean you have the right to bite my head off!" He yelled, then quickly slapped a hand over his mouth as the whole room fell silent.
"Pregnant?" Flint asked, taking a bite of Brock's apple pie and not wanting to admit he actually liked it.
"Ash…" Brock groaned in sheer fury and annoyance. "why can't you ever keep that big mouth of yours shut?"
Misty looked back at Brock as if asking for help, but before Brock could say anything, Tracy stood up, a look of delight in his eyes. "Pregnant, hm?"
Her throat felt dry as he approached her. Brock stood up standing protectively in front of her. Tracy gave him another look of challenge.
"Well, Misty…" Tracy's voice sounded smooth and confident, loud and noticeable in the suddenly quiet room. "you should have really told me you were having my child sooner."
Ash sputtered his soda and stared across the room at them in disbelief. "That's Tracy's kid?"
He placed his hands on his hips as his eyes scanned over her. "I can't believe such a beautiful woman's having my child." The cocky grin quickly slipped when he was tackled to the floor by someone much stronger then he was.
Brock wrestled him to the ground, pinning both his arms to the floor. "You lying son of a bitch!"
Lola stood up and rushed over, but Flint held her back. "Stay back here! You don't want to get in the middle of that." He demanded.
"Get the hell of me!" Tracy flailed his legs but was unable to move any other part of his body. He felt a large hand wrap around his throat and a gagging sensation overtook him as he gasped for air.
"Brock, stop it!" Misty screeched when she saw that he was choking Tracy and effectively cutting off his air supply.
Brock felt himself being lifted off him, but he put up a fight until he regained his senses. Flint had pulled him off and Tracy slowly sat up, rubbing his throat painfully.
"Brock!" Flint scolded him. "What the hell's wrong with you? Why did you lose your temper like that?"
He wrestled himself away from his father. "Because he's lying! That fucking bastard is lying!"
Delia looked up at Brock as she comforted Misty. Their brawl seemed to have upset her more than he had realized it would.
"How do you know if he's lying or not?" Flint asked him curiously.
"Because the baby is mine!" Brock exclaimed. "This asshole never even slept with Misty. He tried to rape her that night at Ash's banquet!"
Professor Oak looked at Tracy with disbelief. "You did what?" The truth about what Tracy did seemed to soften the blow of of the confession that the baby was his.
Tracy's face coloured intensely before he turned his gaze towards Brock. "You son of a bitch!"
Misty pulled herself from Delia and stood in front of Brock. "Stop it! Stop fighting, please!" Tears welled in her eyes and she was practically blinded by them.
Mrs. Ketchum walked over and confronted Tracy. "Tracy, I think it's best you leave my house, right now." She said, trying to keep her voice steady and her anger under control.
"Gladly!" He scoffed, looking back at Brock with disdain. The front door slammed with his exit and Ash, May and Max were still looking dumbfounded.
Misty fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.
Lola was the first to speak, her eyes stayed steady on her oldest son as he consoled the redhead. "Brock, is it true? Is it really your child?"
He sighed and combed his fingers through Misty's hair. "Yes, it is…"
Suddenly, realization hit Ash. "You mean…you and Misty….oh my god!"
"Ash!" Delia scolded him. "Don't make such a big deal out of it! I'm sure this is awkward enough for them!"
"No, Mrs. Ketchum, it's alright." Misty said, standing back to her feet and wiping away the tears. "The truth needed to come out sometime."
May sat cross-legged on the floor. "Wow, imagine Brock being a daddy."
"I feel sorry for the kid…" Ash said quietly. "Misty's going to be it's mother!"
"I heard that, Ash Ketchum!" She crossed her arms and looked at him, infuriated at his remark.
She was unaware of time, but the room was dark when she felt him slip into bed beside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm flat against her stomach and his warm, naked chest was pressed against her back.
"Brock?" She asked, curiously, opening her eyes to see him in the scarce light from the moon that filtered in through the small window above the bed.
"You feeling alright?" Brock asked smoothly, his voice a tired, hoarse whisper.
Misty settled into his warmth and made a sound of contentment. "Better now that you're here."
"Hey, you know what?" He asked, receieving a soft moan of question from her. "I got approved for an apartment in Cerulean City. I know it's not much but it's something to start out in."
Her eyes flew open. "Brock? You're...you're moving to Cerulean City?"
"Well of course..." He said obviously. "How else am I going to take care of my baby...and perhaps my future wife."
"Your just full of surprises aren't you, Brock?" She asked, knowing that she was blushing but he couldn't have known in the dark.
He grinned and pulled the lock of hair off her neck, slowly pressing his lips to her skin and making her skin tighten with anticipation. "Misty…"
"Yes, Brock?" She asked, turning over on her back so that she could stare up at him as he hovered above her, propped up on one elbow.
"I don't think I told you before, so I want to tell you now." He placed a small kiss on her lips and held one hand in his. "I love you."
She felt her heart skip a beat and start pounding her chest. She had waited so long to hear those words from him, ever since the day she first laid eyes on him at the Pewter City Gym when Ash arrived to battle for his first badge.
Misty smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you, too." She said, pulling him down for another kiss, finally content and finally happy.
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