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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Maggie stares at Helen like a deer caught in headlights as all the blood in her face retreats for her toes. A good thirty seconds later, Maggie’s brain has to remind the lungs what they’re there for. Maggie finally manages to blink as she desperately tries to think of something to say.

“What makes you think I’m married?” she finally asks, trying to make it sound like a lighthearted question and failing.

“You don’t wear jewelry unless it’s a special occasion,” Helen states as she points to Maggie’s left hand. “Yet, you’ve been wearing that ring since last July. You even muck the stalls with it on.”

Maggie opens her mouth as she tries to come up with a reason for the ring, but Helen interrupts her before the words can form.

“Monday night there was some big shindig up at your place,” Helen continues. “Now I know that could have been for any reason, but when I got a good look at your hand while we were grooming the buckskin earlier, I noticed that a wedding band has joined the first ring. Plus, yesterday I found you coming out of the water in your birthday suit right after I heard some noises that I know no bird made. I know those sounds. Doug and I used to make them before we had kids. And to top it all off, you have this relaxed look about you like you’ve been thoroughly, completely and satisfyingly laid.”

At the last of Helen’s comments, the blood that was hiding in Maggie’s toes comes back with reinforcements. Her face is so hot that she’s surprised that she doesn’t instantaneously combust. She’s sure that any second she’s going to put Liz’s abilities to shame.

“Uh huh, I though so,” Helen smirks. “So, when do I get to meet him?”

“You can’t,” Maggie sadly replies to Helen’s hurt look. “And before you ask why, it’s complicated. Just trust me that your life will be a whole lot simpler if you never meet him.”

“Like running this place and raising two kids is simple,” Helen snorts. “He got a name at least?”

“Abe,” Maggie answers. Hoping to change the subject she asks a question of her own. “How’s the buckskin any ways?”

“He’s not charging the fence anymore, but he still hasn’t eaten,” Helen answers with a look on her face that says that she’s not fooled.

“What’s in his food bin?” Maggie inquires.

“I gave him some alfalfa and hay,” Helen replies.

“Let’s try giving him something sweet to entice him to eat,” Maggie suggests. “Would you mind making a mixture of apples, oats and honey please?”

“I’ll get right on it,” she answers.

“Thank you,” Maggie replies as she finally goes back to combing out Magick’s mane.

Helen nods as she turns and then leaves the barn. As soon as she’s gone, Maggie leans against Magick’s shoulder and sighs.

“If Manning ever finds out about this, he’ll have kittens,” she mumbles into the long, thick mane she’s just combed out.

Magick just snorts as he rubs his head against her leg to ease an itch. With another sigh, she puts the grooming tools back in their box and returns the box to the tack room. She leaves and heads for the quarantine corral.

She sees the stallion leaning against the fence on the far side, so she goes around to that side. Sending out calming energy as she approaches, she nears the large animal.

He finally notices her and snorts. He moves away from her and heads across the pen. He stumbles as he walks, like he’s drunk and he starts sweating. When he finally stops, he’s noticeably shaking and he is breathing heavy even though he’s only gone a little over half way across the pen.

“The drunk walk and shaking he was doing before I came and talked to you, but the sweating is new,” Helen says as she walks up with a plastic bucket in her hand.

“Even wild horses are somewhat predictable, but not this guy,” Maggie states.

“Do you want to go in there and try to feed this to him?” Helen asks as she holds up the bucket.

“No, I don’t want anyone going in there,” Maggie answers. “Let’s replace the hay and alfalfa with what’s in the bucket. Hopefully the smell alone will get him to eat.”

Without another word, Maggie pulls out the dried grasses out of the feeding trough while Helen pours in the sticky mixture of oats, apples and honey. After depositing the alfalfa and hay into a nearby wheelbarrow, Maggie turns and watches the stallion. He’s found his way to the fence again and is leaning on it once more. Unfortunately, he’s directly opposite the food and water troughs.

“Let’s see if we can get him to move closer to the food,” Maggie suggests.

Maggie and Helen walk towards where the horse is resting. He moves off, but his erratic wanderings make it hard to gage where he’s going to end up. After several minutes of trying to get him closer to his food all they’ve managed to do is make the poor animal lose more fluids with sweating and become even more unstable on his feet.

“All right, that’s enough,” Maggie calls. “We’re not accomplishing anything by this.”

“You’re right,” Helen agrees. “Besides, I have other things that I need to do. And I’m sure you have other things you’d like to be doing.”

Helen ends her words with a knowing smirk and a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Maggie can feel her face heating up again. Without another word, Helen turns and goes off to do some other chore. Maggie stands there staring at Helen’s retreating back in shock; she can hear the woman snickering.

Trying to regain something that might resemble composure, Maggie takes several deep breaths before heading back up to the house. Once there, she heads for her room and changes into old shorts and a t-shirt. Then she heads back outside for the garden. She casually notes that the shadows are starting to get longer.

Stopping by the tool shed, she grabs a few things and heads for the vegetable patch. After ensuring their ripeness she picks some tomatoes, a few zucchini and a couple of eggplants, and then she puts them in a basket. She no sooner places the basket on the top step in front of the kitchen door when she’s suddenly hit with a dizzy spell. Grabbing hold of the banister, she waits for the world to stop spinning.

When she feels a bit more stable, she looks around and notices fairies returning to their perches in the trees and leaves settling back down to Earth. She glances back at the house and sees the hanging plants in the kitchen window are swinging from side to side.

Badly shaken by what she’s witnessed and the sudden case of vertigo, she returns to the garden and starts to work on the weeds. She notes that scarlet pimpernel is strangling the green bean plants, so she goes to work on them first. She sends energy into the roots to make them wither and die, but instead the plants suddenly grow. It’s like watching one of those sped up films of a plant growing that you sometimes see on a nature show. But this isn’t TV and there’s no camera.

Confused, she tries to kill a cheese weed that’s sprouted up next to the romaine. This time it only partially wilts. She tries to send growing energy into one of her corn stalks and it immediately withers and dies. When she tries it on a weed, nothing happens. She’s near tears when a calm voice nearly shocks her out of a year’s growth.

“Is everything alright, Maggie?” Abe asks.

She looks at him with a look very close to panic. He’s dressed in his dry land gear and his skin is glistening like he just got out of the water. He’s giving off vibes of worry and his head is tilted to one side.

“I think I’m losing my powers or my mind,” she finally answers, her voice shaking. “I had a strange dizzy spell, I’m pretty sure I caused another earthquake and I’ve seemed to have lost my ability to control plants.”

Taking a glove off, he approaches her with his hand outstretched. She gladly lets him examine her, even if it’s just for the comfort that his touch can bring her. He starts with her head and works his way down. When he reaches her lower abdomen, he stops and a smile creeps across his face.

Before she can ask him anything, his lips are on hers and all conscious thoughts fly off into the wind as his passion consumes her senses. She’s barely aware of their clothes disappearing as his lips and hands work magic over her body. Her brain only partially registers him laying her down in the soft moist soil.

When he enters her, the only thing that matters is the feeling of him moving in and out of her. His hardened member plunges back and forth as his lips plunder and explore her mouth and a hand caresses her breast and fondles her nipple. Her cries and moans are caught in his mouth as her pleasure becomes all consuming.

His speed increases as her legs come up to allow him deeper access into her. He grinds into her harder and deeper as she quickly races to the edge of oblivion. Moments later, she steps into the abyss of pleasure with him following a few seconds later.

Several moments later, when her breathing returns to something like normal and her heart starts to slow down, she finally opens her eyes. They’re lying in the middle of her vegetable garden between the string beans and the corn. She can feel gentle kisses being placed on her cheek, neck and shoulder and he’s making sounds that could almost be called purring.

“I suppose there’s a reason why you caused another earthquake,” she demands.

She tries to be angry with him, but it’s impossible with him being so obviously happy and with her being, as Helen put it, thoroughly, completely and satisfyingly laid. He quietly chuckles as he pulls back a bit and smiles at her.

“No earthquake this time,” he responds happily.

“What do you mean there was no earthqua…?” she starts to ask in confusion and then her eyes get really big. “You mean I’m…?”

“Congratulations,” he whispers just before he places a gentle kiss on her lips.

She starts shaking in fear, worry, concern and a whole barrel full of other emotions as they run rampant through her. He holds her closer, if that is at all physically possible, as she feels like she’s going to truly lose her mind.

“It’s alright, my love,” he reassures her. “It’s going to be alright.”

He manages to move both of them into an upright position with her on his lap without ever losing contact. She wraps her arms and legs around him and buries her face into his chest like a frightened child. He continues to hold onto her as he rests his chin on top of her head and starts to run his hands up and down her back.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she hisses. “What if I make a horrible mother? What if something happens to you on a mission? What if…?”

“Hush, love,” he answers calmly. “While I can’t guarantee that nothing will ever happen to either me or you, I do know you’ll make a wonderful mother.”

“How can you be so sure?” she whispers.

“Because, you’re a caring, loving person,” he answers. “And I know that our child will want for nothing.”

“At least not financially,” she retorts.

“Or emotionally,” he responds. “Come on; let’s go get you cleaned up.”

She finally looks up and gives him a quizzical look. He grabs her braid and pulls it over her shoulder.

“I’m afraid I ground mud into your hair,” he states sheepishly.

After trying to brush off as much of the dirt off of her, they stand and collect their discarded clothes. While Abe redresses, Maggie picks up the gardening tools she brought out and puts them away. Abe finishes just as she puts the last item in its place.

He waits for her at the base of the kitchen steps as she completes her task and starts to head in. Just before she reaches him another dizzy spell hits her and Abe barely manages to catch her before she hits the ground

As soon as the spinning in her head subsides, she gets her feet back under her. The next thing she knows Abe’s bare hand is on her smooth flat belly. Before she can ask what’s going on, he pulls her into a bear hug.

“Need air here,” she gasps a minute later.

“Sorry,” he apologizes as he quickly releases her.

“What was that all about?” she asks, puzzled.

Instead of answering, he gives her a long gentle kiss that nearly makes her wish that he’d lay her down in the vegetable garden again. When he finally breaks the kiss, he pulls back with a huge grin on his face and he’s chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” she demands.

“Twins,” he laughs.

It takes her about a minute to register and process his answer. When she finally does, her eyes grow to about the size of dinner plates and the blood in her face leaves for parts unknown.

“T-t-t-twins?” she manages to stutter out. “I’m going to have twins?”

He’s laughing out loud now and nodding. Maggie feels her knees go weak and Abe tightens his hold on her.

“Nononononononononono,” she wails. “I’m not ready to be a mother of one, much less two kids.”

“It will be alright,” he chuckles.

“Oh, sure, for you maybe,” she snarls. “It’s not like you’re going to get as big as an elephant.”

“You won’t get as big as an elephant,” he reassures her. “A hippo, maybe…”

“Beast,” she growls as she pulls away and marches into the house.

Knowing that she just needs time to adjust to the idea of her pregnancy and that she’s not really mad at him, Abe picks up the basket of produce and carries it into the kitchen. He can hear the shower going so goes looking for an instruction book. After a few minutes of looking, he finally finds what he’s looking for. He speed reads through the introduction and then turns to the index. After checking on what he has on hand he looks up what he wants.

He puts the book on the kitchen counter and starts to get to work. He hears the shower turn off and a few minutes later, the door opens and he listens as the footsteps head upstairs. Several minutes later, Maggie appears in the kitchen with jeans, a t-shirt and socks on and her still damp hair hanging loose behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Making dinner,” he answers.

“How much cooking experience have you had?” she inquires.

“None,” he replies with an elegant shrug.

“You’ve never even so much as boiled a pot of water before, have you?” she questions.

“No,” he states as he continues with his preparations. “I read the cook book and I can follow directions.”

“Well, there’s always takeout,” she mutters as she surrenders the kitchen to him.

He watches her retreating back for a moment and then goes back to slicing up the eggplant. She heads for her office thinking to check on her email. Shortly after sitting down at her desk, something catches her attention out of the corner of her eye. Looking over, she notices two stacks of books on the bookcase that shouldn’t be there.

She goes over to the new books and gets quite the surprise. As she reads the titles in the first stack, she can feel her face starting to get warm. Very warm. She quickly reads the titles in the second stack and starts to feel her ire rising. However, considering her current predicament, she guesses they’re kind of necessary now.

Picking up a book with a yellow and black cover from the first pile, returns to her chair and starts to read. After skipping the dedication and acknowledgment page, and getting a good giggle out of page of cartoons, she starts to read the first chapter.

Just as she’s starting the third chapter, Abe walks in. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees what she’s reading. Maggie glances at him from the corner of her eye and notices that he’s a slightly deeper shade of blue than normal.

“You know, I don’t mind you doing research,” she states as she holds her book up. “But it might have been nice to share some of these with the wife. Dr. Ruth is funny and very informative. Plus, I love the little cartoons in here.”

With some satisfaction, she watches him turn and even deeper shade of blue. He quietly walks over, gently pulls “Sex for Dummies” out of her hands and puts it back on top with the other sex edification books.

“Dinner is ready,” he simply states.

He heads out the door, turns and heads towards the kitchen. Silently chuckling, Maggie follows him. Once in the kitchen, she’s stunned to see a beautifully set table complete with flowers and candles. Her heart just melts at the sight.

“So what’s for dinner?” she asks.

“Salad, garlic bread, steamed zucchini and eggplant parmesan,” he answers.

“Wow, that’s a lot more ambitious then I was the first time I tried to make something in the kitchen,” she admits.

“I hardly call blowing up a can of soup in the microwave making something,” he states as he pulls a chair out for her.

“It was to making something,” she retorts while she sits and he pushes the chair in. “It made a very large mess.”

“You had to buy a new microwave.”

“So? How was I supposed to know that you shouldn’t put metal in the microwave.”

He looks at her critically; she’s trying desperately not to laugh and failing spectacularly. Shaking his head while laughing, he takes his seat across from her. She’s still smiling as she serves herself some salad. He does the same and they eat in quiet companionship.

Several minutes later they get to the main course and Maggie tries the eggplant. She looks at him in surprise.

“This is really good,” she compliments. “Are you sure you’ve never cooked before?”

“Quite certain,” he replies.

“If you can make something this good the first time out, you can do all the cooking,” she states.

“Only if you do the dishes,” he counters.

“Deal,” she answers almost before he’s done talking. “I don’t mind the dishes so much, but I hate cooking. I’ve never been able to get the hang of it. I guess that exploding soup thing must have scarred me psychologically. That or I’m just not a very good cook.”

“But last night’s dinner…,” he starts.

“I can at least manage to boil a pot of water and throw some pasta in it without destroying it,” she interrupts. “And before you ask about the sauce, it came out of a jar.”

“Ah,” he responds. “So what were your intentions for the vegetables that you picked?”

“I was going to slice up the zucchini and eggplant, drizzle a little olive oil and sprinkle some Italian seasonings on them and bake them in the oven,” she answers. “I’ve made it before. It’s actually pretty good. The tomatoes would have gone into the salad.”

“It’s good that you get plenty of vegetables in your diet,” he states. “But you do realize that you’re going to have to start eating more protein now, don’t you?”

“I get plenty of protein in the foods I eat,” she replies.

“You’ll need even more with twins,” he states.

“As long as you don’t expect me to eat anything that comes from a land or air animal, I’ll probably be agreeable to it,” she responds as she tries to ignore the last word he said.

“You eat eggs,” he points out with a head tilt.

“Non-fertile eggs from organically fed, cage free chickens,” she informs him.

“Why do you have a problem with the twins?” he asks.

“It’s not the twins I have a problem with,” she answers. “It’s the fact that I’m pregnant with twins that I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around.”

“Your parents always tried for a second child, didn’t they?” he asks.

Maggie only nods since her mouth is full of food. She looks at him curiously, adding in her own head tilt.

“It’s entirely possible that these twins will be our only children,” he sadly states. “Guillermo believes that they never had another child was because of their powers working against them.”

“Before you start getting all melancholy on me, it’s also possible that there’s a more mundane reason that my parents didn’t have any more children,” she says.

“I would really like it if we can have more children,” he replies.

“What am I? A baby making a machine?” she demands. “Can we get through this pregnancy first, please?”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” he responds contritely. He continues on a bit more brightly. “But still, twins. That is a bit of a shock.”

“Not really,” Maggie tells him. “My mother was a twin. It’s normal for twins to run in families. I guess it can skip generations.”

“You have an uncle…?” he starts.

“Who’s never bothered to contact me,” she responds a bit angrily. “But then again, with my mother’s parent’s attitude, I’m not too surprised.”

“Have you met any of your mother’s family?” he asks.

“No,” she states in such a way that the topic is now closed.

She stands and starts to clear the table. Abe sits and watches her for a minute as she starts to load the dishwasher. He leaves the table and quietly comes up behind her. When she turns around she runs right into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he pulls her into an embrace. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me,” she reassures him while her arms encircle his waist. “Their pig headedness has.”

After several minutes of holding each other, she finally pulls back and looks up at him. He leans down and their lips meet. She reaches up to touch his face during the kiss and her hand finds skin that is too warm and dry. A moment later, they part.

“Why don’t you go soak while I finish cleaning up,” she offers. “I’ll make dessert after I’m done.”

“Dessert?” he asks with that all too familiar head tilt.

“I think I can manage to scoop the ice cream out of the container without blowing anything up,” she playfully growls.

He nods his agreement with a smile, gives her one last lingering kiss and then heads down the hall into the bathroom. She watches him walk away, keeping her eyes just below the waist line. She can hear his chuckle float down the hall as he enters the bathroom.

As soon as he’s out of sight, she goes back to work cleaning up. About half an hour later, the last of the pots and pans is air drying in the drying rack and the dishwasher is happily humming away. As she’s putting the leftover food into the fridge, something catches her attention out of the corner of her eye.

Pulling the bottle out and looking at it, she gets an idea that makes her heart flutter and her groin heat up. Quickly checking to see what she has on hand, she then makes up a tray consisting of bowls and spoons.

After that is readied, she heads for the family room and spends about another half hour getting that room ready. Then she heads upstairs and rushes to get changed. Shortly after that’s done, she heads back to the kitchen. She hurriedly fills the bowls and then carries the tray into the family room. After leaving it on the hearth, she goes to the bathroom to retrieve Abe hoping that he hasn’t fallen asleep.

“Abe?” she quietly calls from the door.

Yes, love? he thinks back at her.

“Dessert’s ready,” she tells him.

Alright, I’ll be out in a minute, he responds.

Maggie closes the door as he emerges from his refreshing bath. After letting the water out, he starts to dress. Several minutes later, he leaves the bathroom. He notices that the lights have been turned off in the kitchen. He looks the other way down the hall and sees a soft glow coming from the family room. He heads for the light and when he enters the room he’s painfully reminded that foam neoprene doesn’t stretch.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of “Sex for Dummies” by Dr. Ruth Westheimer.
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