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Pure Vanilla was sleeping, comfortable in his king sized bed and soft sheets. His breathing even and slow. He jolts awake, covering his mouth as nausea pricks at him. Quickly getting out of bed, he ran to the bathroom just remembering to attempt and hold his long hair back as he empties his stomach in the toilet, the bile from throwing up leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. He swallows thickly, the taste nearly making him throw up again. He waits there for a few minutes once he feels he's not gonna throw up again, he flushes the toilet and grabs a hand towel.
Turning one of the knobs, for hot water he wets the towel, Cleaning his mouth and chin, and also whatever got on his clothes and hair. Groaning as he still feels nauseous. Reaching into a cabinet he grabs some nausea pills. popping out two pills like the bottle says he downs them without any water. "I.. Should probably change clothes." He says to himself, leaving the bathroom. Flipping on a light this time so he isn't blindly walking through, but his vision is still hazy and blurry
Reaching his closet, he flips on the light and enters. Rummaging for some other pair of pajamas. Finding some beige soft night-gown. He shrugs off his previous clothes, and puts on the night-gown. Flicking the light back off and throwing his old clothes into the dirty laundry basket. He walks out of the closet, and to his bed. Sitting down he runs a hand through his hair, catching on a few knots. He racks his brain for this bout of sickness, he's been getting nauseous a lot lately for the past six days. "If I was just getting a fever or.. something else I'd be feverish or running hot." He thinks about how he's been feeling lately. "Well.. I accidentally got annoyed at some poor villager.." He silently apologizes for that one in his head. "I've been getting Headaches a lot as well.. And tired easier.." He uses his knowledge of treating sick people to think of what he might have. After a bit of back and fourth. "Could I.. Be pregnant?" He laughs at the thought, its nearly impossible for him to be pregnant.
The chances of a male getting pregnant are extremely low, in fact there's not that many cases of it. But, its better to be safe than sorry. He thanks himself for having everything in his bathroom, as he gets up, grabbing his staff then he heads to the bathroom once more. Searching around for a pregnancy test in a cabinet. He sighs as his hand finally reaches it, Grabbing the small pack of pregnancy tests, he grabs one before putting the pack back in the cabinet. He laughs, his face flushing slightly as he takes the pregnancy test.
He opens his connection to his staff, he doesn't trust his blurry eyes to tell him the truth, and he angles the staff in a way to get a good sight of the pregnancy test, he waits. The staff rolls its eye at the absurdly of the situation, he always forgot his staff had a bit of attitude. The staffs eye goes back to the pregnancy test, before its eye widens and so does pure vanillas. 2 Lines. The pregnancy test shows 2 lines. "That.. Can't be right!" He says, deciding to take another pregnancy test, it could've just been a false positive. Slamming the cabinet door open, grabbing the pack of pregnancy tests before slamming it closed again.
Taking the pregnancy test again he waits, once more it is positive. Pure Vanilla knows whose child this is. There is only one cookie he slept with within the past two months, Shadow Milk Cookie. Breathing starts to feel hard, each breath not getting enough air as he starts to hyperventilate. His throat feels like its closing up as tears well up in his eyes, making his already blurry vison more blurry. He slumps down against the counter, hands getting tangled in his hair as he sobs. This can't be happening. "No- no no no.." He repeats as if it'll change the two positive pregnancy tests on the counter.
"I-I can't be- This can't- no- why.." Words stammer out of him with no reason. He sniffles, trying to calm himself. He needs to think rationally about this. Steadying his breathing, and wiping his eyes. Pure Vanilla slowly stands up, his staff eying him as he takes another look at the counter. having cut the connection to his staff. Even with his blurry vison he can still see the faint outline of two pink lines when he focuses hard enough. He looks at the mirror, seeing his disheveled self. He needs to think about what he's going to do. "I.. Could keep it.. Even if i do get rid of it.. this is.. something i must tell my friends, the other ancients. And- i have to tell them especially if i.. Keep it." He runs another hand through his hair, he'll come up with an idea in the morning, for now he needs to sleep.
Leaving the bathroom, grabbing his staff and flipping the light off he places the staff at his dresser once more. Flipping the main light off and climbing back into bed, pulling the blankets over him as he snuggles into the soft pillows. He sighs, his mind keeps drifting to what he's going to do, the panic of being pregnant. He's barely keeping himself from breaking down again. "How can i.. Keep it if they're shadow milks? How would I hide that? What if he found out.. What would he do? If he found out i was pregnant- or if- or if he found out i got rid of it?.." He could feel the spiral, so he does what he always does and cuts that train of thought. forcing himself to think of his old times as a shepherd, going through happy memory's and whenever his mind drifts he forces it back to happy memory's till he falls asleep.
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"Oh sweet little Nilly! did you think you could hide this from me?" Shadow milk coos. Holding Pure vanillas face in both of his hands, squishing his cheeks. "Shadow milk cookie!-" Pure vanilla shouts, sweat dripping down his dough. Shadow milks hands drifted to pure vanillas stomach. "Seriously Nilly, You think a secret like this could be hidden from ME?" Pure vanilla took a step back. Shadow milk just floated closer, and his claws dug into pure vanillas dough drawing sweet jam.
Pure vanilla flinches, his breathing labored as Shadow milk cookie leaned his face closer. "You can never hide from me Nilly, Would killing this baby in that stomach of yours prove that?" "No!" Pure vanilla screams, there's eyes all around they stare at pure vanilla. He tries to fight back, but Shadow milk cookie digs his claws deeper, Jam drips onto the floor-
Pure Vanilla jolts awake, sweat going down his forehead and eyes snapped wide open. His breathing is labored and fast, he shuts his eyes again hearing birds chirp outside and sunlight reaching his closed eyelids. "O-Oh.. it was just.. a dream." He sighs in relief, before realization clicks in. He's still pregnant. "I- should get ready for the day.. And send a letter to the other ancients to request a meeting.. This- this should be discussed with them first." Getting out of bed, taking another deep breath he's thankful he doesn't feel nauseous right now.
Grabbing his staff and connecting to it once more, its eye looks at him before looking ahead. He enters his closet, grabbing his normal robes and bodysuit. Putting it on and clipping his souljam on his chest. He hums closing the door behind him as he walks out to the balcony, grabbing some bird feed on a nightstand as he walks. He fills a hand full of birdseed and holds his arm out, a few bluebirds land on his arm and peck at the food. Pure Vanilla smiles, letting the birds feed and giving them some attention. Gently shooing the birds away and flicking the spare few seeds left on his hand he walks back inside.
Closing the balcony doors he walks out of his room. He has a meeting to attend to first, than he'll send the letters. Reaching the meeting room he enters, almost everyone is there already, missing just one or two cookies. He sits down and waits. The last two people show quickly, and the meeting starts. It lasts around an hour, just talking about some new expansive that required his incite. Getting up from his chair he says goodbye to everyone and leaves the room, going straight to his office. "I'll eat breakfast later." He says closing the door behind him. Sitting down on his office chair he pulls out some blank papers.
He starts writing a letter to Dark Cacao Cookie first. "Dear friend Dark Cacao, I hate to bother you so soon when your resting from facing your own beast and the sickness of your kingdom, but some urgent matters have come up. So I request your presence at my kingdom within the next week if possible. Do send a letter back to me when you set out, or if you can't come to me so soon. - Pure Vanilla Cookie" He seals the letter with the Vanilla kingdom seal, and grabs another blank piece of paper. "Dear friend Golden Cheese. I would hate to bother you so soon after your brutal battle with your beast. But some urgent matters have come up. So I request your presence at my kingdom within the next week if possible. Do send a letter back to me when you set out, or if you can't come to me so soon. - Pure Vanilla Cookie" He seals the letter again and grabs another blank piece of paper. "Dear friend Hollyberry. I hate to bother you so soon after your quest from beast-yeast and the scuttle with your beast. But some urgent matters have come up. So I request your presence at my kingdom within the next week if possible. Do send a letter back to me when you set out, or if you can't come to me so soon. - Pure Vanilla Cookie" He seals the letter again, and writes the final letter. "Dear friend White Lilly, I hate to bother you so soon after your battle with your beast, But some urgent matters have come up. So I request your presence at my kingdom within the next week if possible. Do send a letter back to me when you set out, or if you can't come to me so soon. - Pure Vanilla Cookie" He seals the letter.
Calling for a mail boy, he hands the letters off to them, who reassures they'll reach the other kingdoms by night fall. He sighs, deciding to do some paperwork. He doesn't get too far before nausea hits. He jolts from his chair, some ink spilling over thankfully only the desk as he rushes to the bathroom just outside of his office. He has nothing to throw up expect bile, And once he doesn't even have that to throw up he dry heaves. He groans as he sits back, flushing the toilet and wiping his mouth clean. He knows this bathroom has nausea medicine, he made sure every bathroom in the castle has basic medicine in it and a first aid kit. so he grabs the bottle and pops two pills into his mouth.
He heads back to his office, deciding to try and finish his paperwork- and clean up that ink spill. grabbing some paper towels that he has in his room- after all he's quite clumsy with his hands, he sets his staff on the wall so he can see better and he starts wiping up the spill. It stains slightly but he doesn't mind. Sitting back down and throwing away the paper towels he begins to work on the paperwork. There's a good pile of it on his desk, he wants to get through at least half this morning.
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He finally gets up, deciding food is best. He doesn't really want to eat but he's gone on enough of a hunger streak especially with his new, Situation. Leaving his office, Pure Vanilla heads to the kitchen. knowing there's going to be some food made as its near lunch time. Entering the kitchen, a chef quickly moves to make him a plate of soup, its what they made for lunch today. "Thank you" He bows his head slightly, "No problem your majesty!" Pure vanilla smiles softly and walks to the dining hall with his plate, sitting down and slowly eating. His staff watches him eat.
After eating about half of it, he starts to just stir his spoon around the soup, taking a bite every minute or so. Sighing he gets up and puts the mostly eaten bowl of soup at the dirty dishes counter, walking out of the kitchen and back to his office to finish paperwork. Even as his head hurts. "Headaches, symptom of pregnancy." He muses, at least with his healing knowledge he can put his pains as symptoms of pregnancy. "Or.. just because I've been staring at papers for hours!" He chuckles, sitting back down in his chair and putting his staff at an angle to see the paperwork. The sooner he gets done the sooner he can go back to his room.
He smiles as the he stamps the last paper that was on the 'uncompleted' side of his desk. Standing up and pushing his chair in. Leaving his office and grabbing his staff, he starts walking back towards his quarters. Entering the massive room, he walks up the stairs to were the bookshelves are. He runs his hands through the books till he finds one he wants to read. pulling it out he quickly notes its in brail, and a happy smile blooms on his face. Putting his staff against a table he sits down cutting the connection to his staff. He runs his hands through the book, reading the brail.
Pure Vanilla doesn't know how long he sat there reading, but when he finally reconnects to his staff he realizes night has fallen. He puts a bookmark in the book and puts it away. Walking back down the stairs and to his closet to find some pajamas. Rummaging through the clothes he finds a nice tan colored night gown. He takes off his robes and bodysuit, putting on the soft night gown instead. Leaving the closet and shutting the door, he walks to his bed. Climbing in it and pulling the blankets over him as he starts to fall into slumber.