Just some Devil May Cry ideas that i had for some time.
Lady just nodded. I took a deep breath.
She told me that, and i could barely imagine the weight of all this. She had just returned from the doctor. Last week, she puked while fighting some half-baked demons. Today, she went to the doctor. And the answer was clear.
I mean, it’s not like we didn’t know what we were doing. But… i don’t think i was ready to receive such big news. And neither were Lady, i think.
- Yeah. Pregnant. Expecting a baby. Can’t be more clear than that, can i?
She answered in her usual sarcastic tone. But she didn’t smile. She just… looked worried. Tired.
I got up. Walked to the refrigerator.
- Sorry. I need a beer. - i said
- We both need one. - she mumbled
I got two cans. Threw one to Lady, and sat on my chair again. This time, like a regular dude would do, without resting my feet on the table.
We both opened the cans and took a sip. She sat on my table, took her sunglasses off.
- What do you think, Dante?
She asked me, and looked very serious to me. It looked like she really needed my answer.
- Well… - i started – I’m sure the brat will be fine. After all, he’ll have two awesome parents. And i don’t think he or she will turn out to be a giant cockroach, like my father. Nero turned out okay.
Lady didn’t change her expression. Not even to glare at me because of the dumb comment. Looked like she was too moved by the sudden news, even to threaten to shoot me in the head or something.
- Ok. My bad. - i said, finally – What i really think… it’s your choice. And if you choose to go through with it, i know it’s not going to be easy. But whatever you decide, of course i’m gonna walk the path together with you.
- You want this kid? - she asked
- I’m totally scared. - i rested my beer on the table - It’s not like i hate the idea… i’m just scared of ruining the kid. You know, like happened to me. I imagine a kid going to school, and telling the teacher that daddy puts food on the table by shooting demons in the head. And, of course… even if the kid’s not a giant cockroach like my father, could still inherit some demon shit from me, like happened to Nero, with that weird arm that he inherited from Vergil. And maybe this kid will feel like a stranger around the other brats. So… yeah, i’m totally nervous. But it’s your choice. If you decide to interrupt, i’ll support you. And if you decide to go through with it, i’ll take this path with you. It’s our brat, after all.
Lady stayed silent for a long time. I just looked at her, waiting for her to say something. I could only imagine what she was thinking. Because, well… if i had some problems with my father for letting my mother die, i think i’m lucky that he didn’t sacrifice her to obtain power, like Arkham did.
- Hey. Lady. - i said, after some time – Can i do something for you?
She took a deep breath. Then, got off my table.
I left my chair. She just went and hugged me.
She looked really scared and nervous too. So, i just hugged her too. We stayed like this for a long time. Then, she let me go. Went to the other table and sat there.
- I’m staying here tonight. - she said
And then, she started disassembling her guns to get them clean. I didn’t question her. So, just stayed there, on my table, reading some shitty magazine, while she took care of her guns.
Morrison came by, just to check how i was doing. With a look, Lady told me that she wasn’t ready to tell him, or anyone, só i said nothing. But i think he noticed our silent conversation, and just smiled.
Later, i ordered pizza. And unlike other times, she didn’t complain, saying that i eat pizza all the time and that i should try something different, like chinese or thai food. Just told me to not ask them to take off the olives, because she liked it.
We got laid before going to sleep too. It was… dunno, different. It wasn’t just something like, two horny friends wanting to have a good time, like the other times. It felt like she needed some comfort. And, honestly, i think i needed it too.
She’s asleep now. My arm is sore, but i didn’t move at all. I just… don’t know what’s gonna happen. Don’t know if she’ll want to go through with this. Don’t know if we’re ready to raise a kid properly, if she decides to have this baby.
But whatever comes, we’ll manage. We know we can count on each other.
