Love Nip by Mary Whitten Page A

this I believe this may need to be said sooner rather than later,” he tried to explain.
    “G o on,” I encouraged.
    “Growing up I’m sure you wondered why you never had a monthly, uh phase like other girls?” he asked.
    I was confused for about three seconds. Once it clicked my face became instantly beet red.
    “Seriously , Robert, you’re going to explain this now?” I thought I would die of embarrassment.
    “I don’t want you to assume incorrectly so I feel as if I should explain. You see our kind doesn’t procreate especially easily. You may not go th rough what most women do each month but you can still … ah how should I put this?”
    “Get knocked up?” I offered.
    “No exactly my choice of words, but yes, you can bear children,” he explained.
    “Well , all right then. Anything else before I go kill myself?” I begged that he was not about to start his birds and bees discussion.
    “There is one other thing I’ve wanted to tell you. This isn’t easy for me ,” Robert stated. He was having a hard time getting whatever was on his mind out. I couldn’t imagine anything else he would say to be more embarrassing that what we had just discussed.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Before I met your mother there was another woman that I courted. This was before I even knew what I was. Your grandmother and grandfather were very powerful people, but they kept me in the dark about my powers for a long time,” he explained.
    “I did n’t even think about you having parents. Are they still alive?” I asked.
    “ Yes, they are, but that’s not what I’m trying to tell you.” He started to say something else, but I heard yelling close by that caught my attention.
    “Robert , we’ll talk later that’s Kimmy,” I explained and began walking away. I stopped next to Kimmy, who was pointing her finger at a man’s face and began talking way too loudly.
    “Even if you were the last crayon in the box I’d use finger paints,” she fussed, poking him in the chest.
    “Kimmy, what is going on?” I asked.
    “Well , if it isn’t the infamous Emily Sullivan,” the man stated in a thick British accent. I knew instantly I would hate him.
    “And you are?” I snapped.
    “The name is Andrew Stanfield.” He introduced himself as if I should have known his name. He looked mid-twenty’s with black spikey hair and bright aqua blue eyes. He was wearing a tux. I didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t terrible looking.
    “Andrew here was telling me about the job you both are going for,” Kimmy sounded annoyed.
    “What job?” I asked, facing Andrew.
    “Ah, well if your father has not explained yet I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” he stated with a big grin plastered on his face.
    I stormed off and grabbed Robert by his jacket , pulling him to the side where we couldn’t be heard.
    “What is the job I just heard about from Andrew Stanfield?” I demanded.
    He sighed. “I’m getting promoted.”
    “That’s great, but that doesn’t answer my question .”
    “The agency wants me to transfer to the Pentagon. That means my current position is up for grabs. You and Andrew Stanfield are the two applicants who are in the running,” he explained as he jammed his hands into his pockets. The action made him look much younger than what he already looked.
    “What? I’m a nobody , why would I even be considered?” I asked. In the eyes of the world I was just Robert Sullivan’s daughter who couldn’t do magic. No one knew about my powers.
    “Due to recent events —”
    “You mean me turning Ezra human,” I offe red. I wasn’t in the mood for games.
    “Yes, that. I had to report it to the agency , along with everything else you’ve done,” he stated, staring at the ground. I had never seen Robert look so vulnerable he always held his head high no matter what was going on.
    “What things did you tell them?” I asked.
    “Well, I informed them that you killed Damon. I also told them about the ice