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A Forced Arrangement (Russian_Vodka and Marie Massacre)

Marco rested inside her, not pulling out as he held her close, just standing there with her sitting on the kitchen counter. He didn't feel like moving, not right now as he knew that she would probably want him to stay close to her as much as possible. And he was still uncertain about what would happen because eventually her stomach would be growing, she was going to have her first children after all.
 
Mercy rested against him, just relaxing a bit. She was enjoying this moment. Just letting their bodies mingle together, not bothering to move an inch. They matched each other perfectly. She was small, butt still very dangerous. And he could manhandle her easily. They both loved it.
 
Marco knew this too, he was the big and hunky stud guy holding a butterfly in his arms. He smirked at the thought, just holding her close as he kissed her softly on the top of her head. He wanted to keep her happy and safe, not letting go of her at all.
 
Mercy just relaxed, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache that was no doubt caused by the damn children she bore. They were evil little bastards. But she would love them with all her heart none the less. They were her children and they were Mikhail's children. Though, Mikhail would probably never see them. But she would make sure they knew who their real father was.
 
Marco held her, knowing that with the babies growing inside her, he would have to be the father figure in the house. Mikhail wasn't allowed anywhere near them after all so he would only know what was happening through one of her relatives. He had no clue about her plans of telling them who their father really was but it would be obvious after some years when they turned out to be vampire looking all of them.
 
Mercy sighed softly, she enjoyed being around Marco. But what she truly wanted was to be with Mikhail again. But for the moment, she had to be with Marco. Eventually their security would get lax. After so long, even vampires and werewolves tired of the same old routine. Then she would go see Mikhail. She would let him see the children.
 
Marco knew this was high priority, the chance of her slipping away to see Mikhail was near zero. But he knew that with the years it would grow, that slight chance she had might be large one day and he couldn't afford it. He knew it would start a new war and he didn't want to have to fight her or her children in case they were drawn into the fight as warriors.
 
Mercy tried to focus on anything other then the fact that she would have to live her life without any contact with her former life. Her friends, most of her family, the love of her life. She would be surprised if they didn't take the children from her. Of course if they did, it would be the start of a new war regardless. She would kill whoever decided to take her children.
 
Marco knew that they wouldn't dare touch her children. He held her close, letting her rest in his arms. Touching her children would be like touching the cubs of a bear, death would be imminent from the slightest touch and he knew it. He was however going to help her, they were married through good and evil, so if anyone decided it would be best for the two to be alone without her children, or their children if the matters came that far, he would protect her rights to be with her children.
 
Mercy touched his cheek gently. He was being as supportive as he could in the situation. "Thank you, you are supporting me as much as you can in the considered situation," she whispered. She closed her eyes, sighing softly. Her head was aching but she knew there wasn't much that could be done about it.
 
"It's the least I could do." Marco replied, not seeming much fussed with it as he just held her, thinking about what the future might hold for them and her children, maybe they would even end up with children of their own, even if he did dread the outcome of a mixed race child between them.
 
If they had a child together. It would be almost scarily powerful. Between their abilities. She knew just how powerful a child would be. Se knew just how powerful the two in her stomach would be. Two pure blooded vampires. She only worried that they would get her birth defect of blindness. She preyed they wouldn't, but she knew it was likely.
 
Marco slowly let go of her, noticing the time was getting close to dinner and he was beginning to feel hungry and tired, that usually lead to mood changes if he didn't get food within very soon as he looked at her softly. "I gotta go get something to eat, I'll be back as quickly as possible." He told her, his tone gentle though slightly edgy from his hunger as he went to the storageroom, opening the door and going inside, seeing her packages of blood on one side and the remains of a freshly killed deer on the other side of the room, cut into flanks and bows and everything as he carefully selected the best, heading back out to turn on the stove so he could cook himself the dinner he wanted.
 
Mercy sighed, she knew how most lycans got when they were hungry. They got moody and irritable. So she would let him go and eat. She just laid down in her bed. She didn't need to eat nearly as often. Even eating for three did not make her any hungrier then usual. She was glad for that. But soon she'd start gaining weight, and she dreaded that. She had always been thin. She was just glad she couldn't see herself gain the weight.
 
Markus worked his way around in the kitchen with ease. He had never found it hard to cook up good food for himself or others as he was soon done. He liked his meat bloody and that was what he was eating now as he could hear her breathing from the bedroom. He was wondering whether she was okay or not as he soon pushed off the counter, finishing his meal.

Being in the bedroom a moment later, he noticed it was getting darker outside slowly as he sighed. "It's getting dark soon." He spoke calmly, moving to sit on the bed with his back to her. He wasn't sure how to comment on her, but he knew he should say something as he laid down next to her, looking at her for a moment. "You're beautiful." He whispered softly.
 
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