One Condition

Back in the big room Lucy was waiting for you. "Are we prepping him?" She asks Fiona.

"Yes." Fiona replies, despite the fact your Aunt was in the process of thinking it over.

"Good. Okay mister, down to your skivvies and hop on up." Lucy motions you up onto the bed on the far wall. Oh no, not another hospital bed!

You remind yourself what this was for and nod. "Yes Ma'am. Umm...I forgot to wear underwear." You blush.

Lucy just rolls her eyes. "Why am I not surprised. You Bailey's will drive me to drink."

Fiona just chuckles. "You heard the woman. Off with those clothes boy."

You immediately begin stripping down. "Yes Mistress."

"Oh Jesus." Lucy groans.

You hurry off with your clothes before you are swept off of your feet and carried to the bed by your sister. She seemed to enjoy these little shows of strength...you enjoyed them too. You kiss her cheek as she lays you down gentle as could be. She shoots you a wink.

Lucy hands you a tall vial of translucent white-grey...ooze. On the vial you see it is 500 ml of the stuff. It honestly looked like cum though it smelled of chemicals. "Drink this. We'll be doing some tests first, it will have time to digest and get into your system."

You take the fluid and chug it down. It didn't have much of a flavor and was a lot warmer than you had expected. Lucy in the meantime hooks you up to some monitors. You hear the familiar beep-beep-beep of your heartbeat. You hoped you wouldn't have to stay here like you did the hospital, the fact that all of this was after hours stuff made you think you'd be home that night.

As Lucy putters off to attend to whatever it is she was doing you reach out for Fiona's hand. She is right there beside you and takes it in hers. You could see she was as excited as you were.

"Peg's gonna help us Jesse. We'll get our baby. I know we will."

You shift nervously. "She might say no."

Fiona chuckles. "I don't think so."

"Why'd you have her call Mom?" You ask.

"Don't ask me what a woman like Peg sees in our mother but you know she's soft for her, she'll do anything for Mom. And think about it. You may be pregnant right now. You may be pregnant and the clock is ticking." She looks at you and waits for you to catch up.

The light goes on. "Mom is pro-life!" Not only was your mother pro-life, she was rabidly so. On that issue she was black and white, there were no grey areas with her. Even if the mother's life was put at risk she would say: "That's a mother's burden. The child's life before her own." Not for any religious reasons, though that did play some part, but more out of a deeply held personal belief in the sanctity of life. It was one of the reasons you weren't as shocked as you might have been to learn of Chloe. Your mother would never be a part of terminating a pregnancy, no matter the challenges or risks.

"That's right." Fiona smiles. "She's a fucking nutter about that shit."

As you look down and gently massage your own stomach you suddenly didn't think you Mom was all that crazy when it came to this. Your baby deserved a chance...no matter the price that was asked of you. Your life was not just your own anymore.

It was only a few short minutes later Fiona's phone rings. She looks at the screen and smirks. "Guess who?" She passes the phone to you. "I'll just argue with her, you talk to her. Give her some of your sweet talk."

You take the phone and answer it. "Mum?"

"Jesse?" Your mother's voice was nearly frantic. "Jesse, what's going on?"

You keep your voice soft and demure. "I might be pregnant Mama. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Oh my god." Your mother gasps. "What have you done? What has Fiona done to you?"

"We did something incredible. We just need Peg to change me...to save our baby."

"Oh my god."

"I'm happy Mom. I want this." You reply.

Fiona whispers. "Tell her you love her."

"I love you Mama."

"I love you too Jesse." You could hear this was tearing your mother up. "No matter what happens...I love you so much. I'll be there soon."

With that she hangs up.

"Did she convince Peg?" Fiona asks.

"I don't know."

Just then you could hear a terse back and forth just outside the lab between your Aunt and her assistant. "Doctor Bailey...Peg...this is reckless. Remember what happened last time. The virus."

"We've corrected for that." Your Aunt's voice responds. "The virus ended up being a godsend. We can now isolate..."

"That's not the point. The point is there could be something else, something we cannot predict."

"Then we'll adapt if we must. The healing is just a localized procedure and..."

"Peg."

"I know Lucy, I know. You don't have to stay."

There is a moment of silence. "You know I'll always be here for you. I owe you...everything."

The tension leaves their voices. "Thank you."

Not long after that your Aunt walks into the room. She hurries to stand beside your sister. Placing a hand over your already clasped hands she smiles. She looks from Fiona to you then back again. "What I wouldn't have given to have what you two have."

You bring your other hand over to lay on hers. "Maybe it's not too late."

She sighs. Turning to your sister she says. "Fiona, I'd like to talk to Jesse alone."

Fiona bristles at the suggestion. "He's my boy and..."

Peg was having none of it. "Enough of that nonsense. He's an adult. I'd like to talk to Jesse alone."

Fiona wasn't impressed but she needed Peg and your Aunt knew it. Peg held all the cards here. Your Mistress reluctantly nods. She turns and gives you a long tender kiss before squeezing your hand one last time and leaving the room.

You watch her go with a smile. "I love her so much." You say as she disappears out the door.

Peg smiles. "I know. I can see it in both of you." Your Aunt slips her hand into yours and holds it tight in both of hers. "I don't think you truly realize how much you two have already changed each other. Fiona's transformed, and I'm not talking about her body. She's calmer and more centered. Seeing her by your bed those weeks...ohhh, it gives me such hope for her. You're obviously much happier. The pair of you really seem a good fit. You submissive and her dominant, a great match."

You liked this talk very much. "We are Aunt Peg. She needs me and I need her. She needs a **** and I need a master. We love each other."

Peg nods. "A perfect world of two. A lover's paradise."

You grin.

"But what about three?"

Your grin fades.

"Are you sure you want this? I mean absolutely sure."

"There isn't a doubt in my mind Peg. This is what I was born to do." You answer straight back. "I want this more than anything. I need this."

Your aunt studies you for a long time.

"Jesse, I'm going to blunt with you. I don't think you're ready to be a mother. You have so much growing up left to do." You're heart sinks. You go to protest but she holds up a hand to stop you. "The thing is though, nobody is ever ready to be a Mom. It changes...well, everything. Absolutely everything. Once there is a child it isn't about you anymore, or Fiona. Everything becomes about them. You need to be able to stand up for your child, even against Fiona."

She pauses to allow that to sink in.

She then shifts closer and holds your gaze in hers. "But...you have a good heart Jesse and I have faith in you." She stares straight into your soul and says again. "I have faith in you. I have faith you can learn and grow and find yourself. I have faith you can find your value. Your worth does not come from Fiona. I have faith you can come to love yourself so that you may love your child with a pure heart. You're a good man Jesse and...in time...I think you will be a wonderful mother." She smiles. "Probably the best of us." She then glances over her shoulder. "You've got a tiger by the tail here my dear, but I actually think Fiona will make one hell of a father."

You straighten up and your grin returns. "You're going to do it for us?"

She raises a perturbed brow. "That was a dirty trick having me call your mother. I didn't even think about it until she was already crying in my ear."

"I'm sorry." You say softly. "But...you're going to do it?"

She nods. "On one condition."

"Anything." You say excitedly, forgetting that it was really your Mistress' place to make these decisions.

"From time to time, at least 24 hours a week, I want you to be your own man. No collars or leashes or any of that. Even submission for a submissive has to have its limits. Moderation in all things. I want you to be healthy in mind and body. It would be good for you."

"But..."

"I told you before, my place is always available if you need time away from Fiona. If you can't be free like that around her I understand and I would welcome the company. Or perhaps, given the nature of your relationship, you could trade roles those days."

"Trade roles!?" The thought was inconceivable!

"Sure, why not? If she trusts you to be her ****, if she trusts you to carry her child, surely she can trust you in this." Peg leans back again. "You would do anything for Fiona, isn't that true?"

You nod.

"Well, I suspect the reverse is also true. Anyway, there it is. That's my condition. I'll help you as long as you also help yourself." She then reaches up and ruffles your hair like she used to do when you were little. She laughs. "We all love ya kid. Fiona doesn't have the market cornered on that."

You blush. "I love you too Auntie." You shift nervously. "I...I should talk to her first."

Peg squeezes your hand tight one last time. "Understood. We'll still be doing tests and healing you up, so you'll be here for hours either way. Do you need anything?"

You shake your head. "No thank you. I'm good right now."

"Lucy will be back in a few minutes. I'll send Fiona right in."

"Thank you."

"And thank you." She smiles warmly. "Fiona's right you know. When the truth comes out years from now this will go into the history books. The potential of the data we collect will be...well, it might just change the world my dear. You very well may be the mother of a brighter future for all of humanity."

With that heavy thought she turns and leaves the room.

You didn't know about any of that, all you knew is that this might actually be happening! You were ecstatic. Although...there was still one hurdle left to go. Convincing Fiona to give up your leash for one day a week.