Elfangor's Son

"Elfangor!"

I looked up and smiled to see Loren, blond hair blowing slightly in the wind, run down the driveway, a wide smile on her beautiful face.

"Elfangor," she said breathlessly, taking my hands in hers. "You won't believe this!"

I smiled at her with my human mouth, feeling the unusual pull of my lips reveal my strangely white teeth. "After meeting you, Loren, I believe I could believe anything," I told her sincerely.

She returned the smile and touched my face. "You won't be angry?" she asked worriedly.

"Excuse me, angry about what?" I asked, confused.

She drew a deep breath and pressed against me, then pulled back and placed a delicate hand on her human stomach. "Elfangor, I just got back from the doctor," she elaborated. "He has confirmed a suspicion I've had for weeks. Elfangor, I'm…" she hesitated, squeezed my hand tightly. "I'm pregnant."

I blinked. "P-pregnant?" I repeated incredulously.

She nodded, pressing my hand against her cheek. "You're not angry, are you? I don't want to, but if you don't want this, I… I can get an abortion."

"A what? Oh," I said blankly. "Forgive me. I find myself with somewhat of a loss for words."

"Please, please, don't be angry," she requested softly. "I want this child. I want him to be happy. I want my baby." A mischievous grin spread across her face, then, "And mother's been after me about grandchildren for years. If she doesn't get a response soon, she may start pestering you."

I shuddered slightly at the thought. "Surely not," I said teasingly.

I put a hand on her face, feeling her answering smile. She laughed as she always did when I felt the strange need to do this. But her expression quickly returned to the anxious seriousness she had met me with. "Do you want this?" she asked, apprehension clear in her voice.

I hesitated, came to a decision. Pulling her close, I whispered into her ear, "Whatever you want, Loren, I want. And you want this child."

I didn't need to touch her face this time to know that she was smiling.