«And if it's my baby, then I'm just supposed to be okay with Nathaniel and Micah raising it?»
I hung my head. What could I say to that?
«Ulfric,» Claudia said, yelling that one word, the way a drill sergeant yells at a bad recruit.
He looked at her. «What?» His power bit along my skin again.
«First, control your power, it's biting along everyone's skin. You're the wolf king, you need to set a better example.»
«What I set for my people is my business, rat.»
She continued as if he hadn't spoken. «Second, you're making Anita feel worse than she already does.»
He made a wordless sound, almost a yell. His power went back to just being heat, but not painful. His voice came careful, each word thick with suppressed rage. He was swallowing it, but it was still there. «I don't want to make Anita feel worse, but if she's pregnant then she has to know that she can't keep living the life she's living.»
«You still want to trap her,» Claudia said, «trap her and put her in some kind of 1950s cage.»
«Marriage is not a trap,» he said. «You make it sound like I want her barefoot and pregnant.»
«Don't you?» she asked, and her anger was softer now, as if she finally understood he wasn't being a jerk, he just didn't understand himself.
«No,» he said, and he meant it. He turned back to me. «You said it yourself, Anita, whatever's best for this little person. Do you really think being a federal marshal, and dealing with all kinds of violent crime and monsters, is the kind of life that a baby needs?»
«Jesus, Richard,» I said, «you're still trying to take away my life. To take away what makes me who I am. You love me, but not who I am. You love who you want me to be.»
«Isn't that what you want from me?» he said. «Don't you want me to change who I am, too?»
I started to say no, then stopped myself. I thought about it. Was I asking him to change as much as he was asking me? «I want you to embrace the life you already have, and be happy in it, Richard. You want me to totally change my life, and try to fit in some white-picket-fence picture that doesn't match your life, or mine.»
«I am so sick of you accusing me of wanting to put you behind a white picket fence.»
«I may be pregnant, and suddenly you want me to marry you, and give up being a federal agent. We aren't even sure there is a baby, and you're already trying to impose your idea of what our life should be on me.»
«Could you really keep working on serial killer cases, and killing monsters, after you have a baby?»
I stared at him. «What do you think having a baby will do to me, Richard? Do you think just because I have a baby I'll become this other person? This softer, gentler person? Is that what you think?»
«May I add something to this discussion?» Samuel asked.
Richard and I said no; Jean-Claude said yes. Samuel ignored us and did what Jean-Claude said.
«If my wife is any example of having children in these rather extraordinary circumstances, then softer is not what will happen. Thea was gentle with the children. There was indeed a new softness that I had never seen, but with everyone else…«He shook his head. «I had never seen her so ruthless as after Sampson was born. She was more determined than ever to make our base of power strong and secure. Any threat to us was destroyed immediately. Even with the help of servants she insisted on caring for him herself, and with the feedings, well» — he shrugged with hands up — «having to wake every two hours to breast-feed meant very little sleep. Lack of sleep makes anyone's temper worse, and makes the most expedient solution look good.»
I was thinking, Breast-feeding? Oh, no, so not my gig.
Richard said, «You're saying that to make me feel what — worse, better?»
«Ask someone you trust then,» Samuel said. «Ask a woman how exhausting and overwhelming a new baby can be. I have three children, two of them twins. I did what many fathers do when they have children later in life; I did more of the baby care with the twins than I did with Sampson. My power base was more secure, and there was less… business to occupy me. I think I had been too exposed to modern America. I had this odd idea that I should be very involved with the twins. It gave me a new respect for what Thea went through with Sampson, when I was more occupied with business. A child is a great blessing» — he patted his son's leg when he said it — "but like other great blessings, they require a great deal of time, attention, and energy.»
I shook my head, waving my hands in the air as if to erase all of this. «I can't deal with this now. We've got to change topic, at least until I take the test and find out for sure. If the test's positive then we can talk, but until we know for sure, this topic is closed.»
«You can't just change the topic,» Richard said.
«Yes,» Jean-Claude said, «she can.»
«What if I don't want to change the topic?» Again I got the impression that Richard was spoiling for a fight.
Micah finally said something. «Anita is only asking to change the topic until we know for sure, Richard. That makes sense.»
«You stay out of this!» Richard yelled it at him.
«Don't yell at Micah!» I yelled at him.
«I'll yell at whoever I want to yell at,» he yelled.
Claudia yelled us both to silence. A huge, deep sound that made us all look at her. «Are your hurt feelings the only thing that matters here, Ulfric?» She shook her head. «Nathaniel's right, you'd piss on her if you could, if that would make her yours and yours alone.»
He growled and took a step toward her.
«No,» Jean-Claude said, «no, Richard.»
«Are you picking a fight with him?» Micah asked. He sounded puzzled. He was right, it wasn't like Claudia to start the fight. She'd finish the fight, but not start it.
She actually looked at the floor. I think she was counting to ten. «I don't want to start a fight with anyone, but I'm tired of the attitude.»
«What attitude?» I asked.
She pointed at Richard. «His attitude.»
She wasn't the only one, but out loud, I said, «I don't think your starting a fight with Richard will make me feel better.»
«I'm sorry for that.» Then she gave Richard a completely hostile look. «But he's like so many men. He thinks that if he could just get you pregnant, just get you married, you'd be the perfect little woman.»
«I do not think that,» Richard said.
«You don't?» she said.
«No,» he said.
«Then what's with the proposal?»
«You're supposed to propose if you've got someone pregnant.»
She gave a nod. «And what's with Anita not being a federal marshal, or a vampire executioner?»
«The life she's living right now just doesn't seem like the kind of life that would be good for a baby.»
«No,» I said, «it doesn't.»
He turned and looked at me. «You agree with me.»
«Yes, of course, I agree that my life won't work with a baby. But this is the only life I have, Richard. This is who I am. I can't remake myself just because there may be a baby.»
«Yes,» he said, «you can. If you want to badly enough, you can change.»
«Are you going to give up being a teacher?»
He looked away, and shook his head. «I love being a teacher.»
«And I love being a federal marshal.»
«You hate it, too.»
«Yeah, sometimes I hate it, and maybe I'll burn out on all the violent cases. Maybe I'll reach a point where I can't do it anymore. But I do enjoy the police work, and I'm good at it.»
«You enjoy seeing mutilated corpses?»
I shook my head. «Get out.»
«What?»
«Ma petite, please,» Jean-Claude said, and came to hold me. I didn't pull away, but I stayed stiff and unyielding in his arms. I was so angry I couldn't even think. All I knew for certain was that I needed Richard to be somewhere else, because if he stayed here saying stupid shit, I was going to say something unforgivable, or he was. We were close to the kind of fight that there is no fix for.
Samuel's pleasant and oh-so-reasonable voice came. «Perhaps we should discuss the topics that will allow all of you to survive this weekend, and keep sovereignty of your own territory in your own hands.»
That got everyone's attention, even Richard's. «What are you talking about?» he said.
«If Anita's powers are as disruptive to other Masters of the City as they have been to Augustine, then what will you do? What will the other masters do when they see Augustine follow her and Jean-Claude around like a lovesick dog? She ordered Augustine around, she exhibited necromancy that controlled a Master of the City. That is legend among us, Ulfric, but not present reality. I saw Augustine strain against her compulsion. I do not know, even now, whether he used his full powers on Anita because he wished for sex with a woman of the ardeur once more, or to keep her from bespelling him completely. Better to be tied to her by love and lust than by blind obedience. In truth, I am not certain that Augustine himself knows why he did it, or what might have happened if he had chosen another defense.» Samuel sighed. «You cannot take her to the ballet tomorrow without knowing if her attraction is universal, or whether it is mainly Belle's line that is susceptible to it.»