Finn
A week later and I'm settled in my house.
Turns out that Brunk was a very good carpenter and he'd only needed a few more days to finish it up when Calla had told me about it.
I'd stayed in their house until it was ready. Calla had sent Brunk to the tavern to get my things and to tell Mable what was happening. To everyone's surprise but mine, she'd come back with Brunk and had tried to convince me to come back.
When I'd told her about the pregnancy, she hadn't even blinked and had just tried to persuade me harder, saying that I needed to be around family during this time.
Brunk had stepped in when she said that, telling her that I was with family. We'd both stared at him in shock, until Mable finally sighed and nodded, hugged me and left.
I'd tried to thank him but he'd simply said that Calla liked to bring home strays to join their clan and then had muttered something about a crazy mage with a magic rope as he walked away.
Now, standing in my own home, I can't help but to smile for the first time since Kruk was taken.
The house was perfect- orc sized of course, with two bedrooms, a private bathroom, a small kitchen and living area. It was perfect for a small family of three, or in this case a family of two.
My hand drifts to my stomach, to the already small swell that under my shirt. At eight weeks I hadn't expected to notice any physical changes yet, but Calla had reminded me that this wasn't a typical pregnancy and that orc kits, even half orc kits, were bigger than human babies so the pregnancy would be different.
I still had a hard time believing that I was even pregnant, but after a visit from a healer, I couldn't deny it. And no matter how hard I'd tried to convince myself, I couldn't get rid of it either.
It was funny, I'd spent my entire life trying so damn hard to avoid this very thing, had told myself over and over that if it happen either I or it would die, and then when it actually happened I couldn't kill it.
Calla said it was because I was human, that other species didn't have such a dilemma with terminating a pregnancy, but I don't think that was why.
I think the answer was much simpler than that-
I was pregnant as Finn and not as Fiona.
For the last week I'd been living as myself. No more dresses, no more men groping me at the tavern, no more Fiona. Hell, I'd even cut my hair off and it felt fucking amazing.
There was nobody here to tell me what I was and wasn't allowed to do, how I should act more ladylike and put on a dress, and neither Calla nor Brunk even knew my dead name.
It felt like being able to breathe for the first time in my life. Fiona was dead, I'd killed her, and all that was left was Finn.
Was me.
Being who I truly was meant to be.
And I felt safe.
Free.
Happy.