Brand New Soul

“Hi Mrs. Fuentes,” I said and smiled at her. She grinned and walked over to us, hugging us both. “Are you here to—“Yes, mama, we are,” Vic said. I knew he was worried already.
“Well then I’ll go get your father,” she said and left us. “Are you sure?” I nodded and smiled reassuringly at him.
“Yes, I am. Now stop worrying,” I said and kissed him lightly. His parents arrived in the room before he could protest, his father with a stern look on his face.
“Father,” Vic said politely and offered him a warm smile. His dad nodded his acknowledgment at Vic and then just glanced at me. I knew he hated me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked, more to Vic than me. He glanced at me and then nodded. “This way,” he said and walked towards the massive bookshelf in the side of the room. I didn’t know how to describe this place other than huge with red and gold finish and high, vaulted ceilings. Their home was the only part of hell I had ever seen, but I probably didn’t want to see the rest anyways.
“Sit down Kellin,” he said and motioned to the large table near the bookcase.
I did as he asked and pushed up onto the table, Vic standing directly next to me as he walked away from us.
We both watched him get one of the smaller books off the third shelf and then walk over to us. “Lie back,” I lay down against the cold wood table, my knees bent to let my feet dangle over the edge of it.
I looked up at Vic as he watched his father flip through the book quickly and then settle on a page. I wondered if he had ever done this before. Male conception wasn’t exactly a common thing. I saw Vic’s mouth twitch as he heard my thoughts.
His father pushed my shirt up to my ribs, revealing my pale stomach and abdomen. I blushed, realizing that there were a couple of hickies visible on my hips.
Vic gave me a smug little grin and then looked away before I could glare at him.
Vic’s dad put his hand flat on my stomach, ignoring the way my breath sucked in at his sudden touch, and then looked at his son. “Step back,” he said quietly before glancing at the book again.
I couldn’t make out any of the words he was saying as he spoke in fluent Latin, over and over again. There didn’t seem to be any veritable sentences, and I could barely distinguish the words, let alone what they meant.
Vic watched me as he chanted, waiting for some sort of reaction.
My stomach tightened and then heaved, almost like I was going to throw up, although I didn’t feel the urge to. Instead, the feeling intensified and then contracted, before disappearing completely.
I looked at Vic’s father as he stopped speaking and closed the book, surprised by how quick that was. It wasn’t even close to as bad as Vic described it.
“Are you staying here?” Mr. Fuentes asked Vic, who shook his head. “Then you best go before it starts,” he said and went to put the book back.
I sat up slowly, my head a little fuzzy for a moment as the twisting feeling in my stomach returned.
“How do you feel?”
Vic asked. I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. “Um…kind of nauseas, but also like…I don’t know. It’s like I have a cramp in my stomach, but also like I might throw up,”
Vic nodded and then pulled me off of the table and into his arms. He looked at his parents, who just waved us off urgently….
I felt even sicker after we got home, the feeling in my gut getting worse. “What’s wrong?” Vic asked, watching the way my face contorted.
I shook my head, leaning my weight against him. “I don’t feel well,” I mumbled, suddenly very dizzy. Vic bent down and scooped me up, carrying me bridal style to our bedroom.
He set me down on the bed gently and the sat down beside me, his worried eyes on me. I lay down on the bed, getting comfortable and then my stomach cramped up.
I whimpered and curled up into a ball, holding my stomach. “Kellin?” Vic asked quickly. I shook my head slowly and closed my eyes, trying to focus on breathing.
I was wrong and Vic was right. It fucking hurt. ~

Vic ~
Kellin was lying on the bed, holding his stomach tightly, with his eyes clamped shut again. He was breathing shallowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to breathe through the pain.
He had been lying that way for a while after having puked his guts out about an hour before, only now he was in his briefs and one of my old t-shirts, and drenched in sweat. I leant down and pet his damp hair gently, helplessly trying to soothe him.
“What can I do?” I asked. Kellin opened his eyes, his tired gaze meeting mine. “Can I have w-water please?” I nodded and stood up quickly, going to get it for him.
I hated seeing him in so much pain; even worse was that I had to watch him, unable to help.
I quickly poured a glass of water for him and then went back to our bedroom to find him missing.
I could hear him retching in the bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach again. I set his water down and then rushed into the bathroom and dropped to my knees behind him.
I rubbed his back as he violently threw up into the toilet and then flushed it away.
He wiped his mouth, falling back against me with exhaustion and held his stomach again. I moved on my knees, careful not to jostle him, and wet a washcloth for him.
He just panted against me as I dabbed his face and neck with it, trying to cool him off.
His body was overworking itself to try and construct a uterus in such a short amount of time, generating a fever because of it. His body was so hot against me; the temperature would have definitely killed a human if the pain hadn’t already.
“Okay?” I asked gingerly. I knew he wasn’t the slightest bit okay, but I wouldn’t take him back to our room if he was going to vomit again.
Kellin nodded and slowly wrapped his arms around my neck, knowing I would carry him. He was so weak; I wasn’t going to make him walk if he didn’t have to.
“Shh, just breathe,” I said as I lifted him up, knowing it would hurt when I moved him.
He started panting again as I set him down and then immediately curled back up into a little ball. “Here,” I said softly and handed him his water. I let him lean against me again to sit up a little to drink. He took a few greedy sips and then rested his head in my lap.
I pet his hair again, watching him worriedly as he clung to my leg.
He pulled his knees tight against his chest and squeezed his eyes closed again, bearing through the agony.
He looked as if he had some horrible disease, most of it caused by the sheer amount of pain. I hated the idea the he was in so much pain that it had actually caused him to vomit.
I hated every second of watching him suffer.
He whimpered then, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Kellin?” He didn’t answer, just made another little noise and held onto my leg tighter. ~

Kellin had passed out about three hours ago as the pain got worse. He still didn’t look good, but better than before.
He was still very hot and breathing shallowly, but he wasn’t scrunched up in agony anymore. I silently prayed that this was coming to an end.
I sat down on the floor beside our bed, afraid that I’d wake him if I sat on it with him. He was exhausted, and I was grateful that he had finally fallen asleep.
I watched his chest rise and fall slowly until I fell asleep too….

“Nugh,” I felt the bed shift, my eyes blinking open slowly. “Vic?” Kellin asked. I shifted, nearly groaning at how stiff and uncomfortable I was.
Kellin looked at me guilt washing over his face. “You slept on the floor?” he asked. I jumped up quickly and shushed him before gently sitting on the bed.
“How do you feel?” I asked and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Okay, I guess…. Sore and really weak, but better,” I smiled and kissed his cheek.
“I need a shower,” he mumbled and rubbed one of his sticky arms. “How about a bath instead? I don’t want you passing out in the shower,” Kellin smiled a little and nodded.
I helped him up, and then walked him into our bathroom. He undressed shakily while I started the water for him.
He let me help him into the bath, a little sigh leaving his lips as it slowly filled up around him. “Feel nice?” I teased and sat down beside him. “Mhm…you don’t have to watch me. You cold go do something,” I shrugged and rested my arms on the side. “’M okay,”
Kellin rolled his eyes and filled the tub up with strawberry scented bubbles. “You really needed a bubble bath?” I teased him. “Yes. All baths need bubbles,”
I sighed, smiling to myself, and watched him rub soap over himself.
I sat there quietly while Kellin bathed, and just waited for hm to be finished.
“How do you feel now?” I asked and pushed his wet hair from his eyes. “Better, now that im not all gross…my stomach still hurts though,” I frowned and stroked his cheek gently.
“Do you want something?”
Kellin shook his head and smiled at me. “No, I’m okay,” I smiled back and leaned forward to kiss him, only to have his wet hands shove me away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” he said.
“Kellin, I don’t care,” He just shook his head stubbornly and got out of the bath. I watched him as he wrapped a mint green towel around himself and then went to brush his teeth.
“You’re silly, you know that?” He glared at me and continued to brush his teeth.
“No I’m not,” he said after spitting the toothpaste out of his mouth. “Yes, you are. All I wanted was a kiss,” I said.
Kellin rolled his eyes, brushing his teeth again. I sighed and got up off the floor and walked over to him.
“Can I kiss you now?” He shook his head and then bent down to rinse his mouth out. “Kellin,” I whined, until he straightened up and laughed at me. “Okay, now you can kiss me,” he said. I grinned and pressed my lips to his, Kellin smiling against my mouth. “I love you,” His eyes lit up, matching the happy smile on his lips. “I love you more,” he said and scampered away before I could catch him. “That’s my line!” ~