Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 14. Danse Macabre(2)
Jean-Claude, Master Vampire of the City of St. Louis, and my sweetie, was throwing one of the biggest bashes of the year to welcome to town the first ever mostly-vampire dance company. He was one of their patrons, and when you spend that much money, you apparently get to spend more to throw a party to celebrate that the money was helping the dance troupe earn rave reviews in their cross-country tour. There was going to be national and international media there tomorrow. It was like a Big Deal, and I, as his main squeeze, had to be on his arm, smiling and dressed up. But that was tomorrow. Tonight's little get-together was sort of a prelim to the main event. Without letting the media know, a couple of the visiting Masters of the City had snuck in early. Jean-Claude had called them friends. Master vampires did not call other master vampires friends. Allies, partners — but not friends.
«Yeah, Ronnie, I'm riding in with Micah and Nathaniel. Even if I stop, Nathaniel will insist on going in whatever store with me, or wondering why I don't let him go. I don't want any of them to know until I've got the test and it's yes or no. Maybe it's just nerves, stress, and the test will say no. Then I won't have to tell anybody.»
«Where are your two handsome housemates?»
«Jogging. I was supposed to go with them, but I told them you'd called and needed me to hold your hand about moving in with Louie.»
«I did,» she said, and sipped her coffee. «But suddenly me being nervous about sharing space with a man for the second time in my life doesn't seem like such a big deal. Louie is nothing like the asshole I married when I was young and stupid.»
«Louie sees the real you, Ronnie. He's not looking for some trophy wife. He wants a partner.»
«I hope you're right.»
«I don't know much today, but I'm sure Louie wants a partner, not a Barbie doll.»
She gave me a weak smile, then frowned. «Thanks, but I'm supposed to be comforting you. Are you going to tell them?»
I leaned my hands against the sink, and looked at her through a curtain of my long dark hair. It had gotten too long for my tastes, but Micah had made me a deal: If I cut my hair, he'd cut his, because he preferred his hair shorter, too. So my hair was fast approaching my waist for the first time since junior high, and it was really beginning to get on my nerves. Of course, today everything was getting on my nerves.
«Until I know for sure, I don't want them to know.»
«Even if it's yes, Anita, you don't have to tell them. I'll close up my agency for a few days. We'll go away on a girls' retreat, and you can come back without a problem.»
I pushed my hair back so I could see her clearly. I think my face showed what I was thinking, because she said, «What?»
«Are you honestly saying that I don't tell any of them? That I just go away for a while and make sure that there's no baby to worry about?»
«It's your body,» she said.
«Yeah, and I took my chances by having sex with this many men on a regular basis.»
«You're on the pill,» she said.
«Yeah, and if I'd wanted to be a hundred percent safe I'd have still used condoms, but I didn't. If I'm… pregnant, then I'll deal, but not like that.»
«You can't mean you'd keep it.»
I shook my head. «I'm not even sure I'm pregnant, but if I was, I couldn't not tell the father. I'm in a committed relationship with several of them. I'm not married, but we live together. We share a life. I couldn't just make this kind of choice without talking to them first.»
She shook her head. «No man ever wants you to get an abortion if you're in a relationship. They always want you barefoot and pregnant.»
«That's your mother's issues talking, not yours. Or at least not mine.»
She looked away, wouldn't meet my eyes. «I can tell you what I'd do, and it wouldn't involve telling Louie.»
I sighed and stared out the little window above the sink. A lot of things to say went through my head, none of them helpful. I finally settled for, «Well, it isn't you and Louie having this particular problem. It's me, and…»
«And who?» she said. «Who got you knocked up?»
«Thanks for putting it that way.»
«I could ask, who's the father, but that's just creepy. If you are, then it's this little tiny, microscopic lump of cells. It's not a baby. It's not a person, not yet.»
I shook my head. «We'll agree to disagree on that one.»
«You're pro-choice,» she said.
I nodded. «Yep, I am, but I also believe that abortion is taking a life. I agree women have the right to choose, but I also think that it's still taking a life.»
«That's like saying you're pro-choice and pro-life. You can't be both.»