The Seed of the White Tiger by JJ Jones

Chapter1
     
    Dom looked from the phone in one hand to the positive pregnancy test in the other. A part of her wanted to answer the ring, but another part of her was still unsure. She didn’t know if she was ready to have that conversation, but knew that Gregor had to be wondering what was going on. She knew that she had to come to a decision as the phone rang again. His name popped up on the screen and she sighed and hit the ignore button. She couldn’t talk to him at that moment; she had to admit to herself that she was afraid. His reaction to the news was uncertain, and that was the scariest thing that she could imagine. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what response would frighten her most: the thought that he might want to stay by her side or the thought that he might run for the hills at the closest opportunity. She was already guilty of lying to him by omission, by not telling him as soon as she found out, and knew that waiting would only make the anxiety and frustration worse, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer his call.
     
    For his part, Gregor was unsure as to what was happening. The woman wasn’t returning his calls at all, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. He was staring at his phone at the same time Dom was staring at hers, and somehow the two of them could feel the connection. They both felt the similarity of the situation and it frightened Dom.
     
    Dom put down her phone and moved her hand over her stomach. She could feel the baby growing, its power starting to develop within her. She had already had it confirmed, and knew that she should tell him; it was just a matter of how at this point. She had confessed her fears to Anna, but it hadn’t helped the conversation that she would have to initiate any easier. Something had to be done. She had to talk to him eventually. She couldn’t keep hiding, and she knew it. Dom sighed and ran her hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face. She had lost enough sleep about this already and could feel the exhaustion creeping in.
     
    Walking to the living room she picks up the project that she working on, a light blue baby blanket made out of soft yarn, something that will be gentle when it touches the child, something that will make her son happy. Whether she was ready to admit it or not she was warming up to becoming a mother. Everything was perceived in a softer light, everything was becoming more and more meaningful. She felt a connection to the child, something that can only be felt between a mother and child, closeness to a brand new life that was growing inside her body. A part of her loved the feeling, but it was married by a feeling of dread, fearing the revelation of the news to the father.
     
    Her magic was growing as well. She could feel it whenever she started working, and it was getting to the point where it felt like she was walking on the clouds. Her grandmother had told her stories about the magic that the children possessed would often be passed to the children when the mother was pregnant with them. With such early effects coming to bear it was easy to believe the story that Anna had told her. It was easy to believe how special this child was going to be. The challenge was going to be controlling the power this child would possess during the rest of the pregnancy.
     
    She felt like her mind was slowly dripping out of her skull. There were so many thoughts bouncing around that she screamed in frustration. How should she tell him, she barely knew him, should she even tell him? The questions were agonizing. She was frustrated and upset, and wondered if their connection would allow him to sense it. She wasn’t sure if she was sensing him on occasion, if it was true he was lonely and missing her, but it might have been her imagination.
     
    She just couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. Gregor had turned her life upside down, but she didn’t know if she should be happy or sad about it. She didn’t know if