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You had not expected that you, a mercenary with some military training, specialized in the use of melee weapons, with a somewhat acid and rude personality, would fall in love with a clumsy deaf and brain-damaged soldier, in the middle of an island full of monsters and horrible things, but that's how it had been.
You had met Kelvin basically in the helicopter, you barely exchanged a word in the air, it was a mission like many others, you had no reason to socialize with someone you'd never see again when you finished. At least that's what you thought, until you were forced to drag yourself out of the helicopter in pieces, through the snow, with your whole body aching like hell.
And that, besides you, the only survivor now being deaf and with the brain capacity of an amoeba, hadn't helped. You came very close to doing him a favor and decapitating him, but your mercenary brain thought that maybe he could be useful for something. Maybe as bait if there were predators on the island, as emergency food if you couldn't find anything to eat (because meat was meat, you'd learned that the hard way), or even as a hostage if that was the case. So you reluctantly picked him up and helped him wake up a bit so he could follow you down the mountain.
Seeing him stumble with every stone, like a newborn deer, made you grunt and regret not taking him down when he was still half unconscious. Having him around was like having a dog, but worse, because the dog could at least hear and bite if necessary. That Kelvin guy made you lose your temper, but you didn't blame him entirely, he wasn't mentally obsolete by choice.
But over the weeks you noticed that he wasn't as lost as he seemed, it just cost him a little extra to do the basics, but he tried. "You won't have a brain, but you have spirit" you used to tell him every time he came running back with logs that you couldn't even lift. Which he didn't hear, but he smiled. He always smiled when you interacted with him, even if it was just to roughly shake him and point him into the river to fish. He would nod, smile, and serve.
And his constant attention and smile despite your angry mood for being in a place like this, with bloody cannibals chasing you, began to have some effect. He seemed to care little if you pouted at him or moved him around like a huge backpack. Perhaps he understood that his clumsiness annoyed you, maybe he liked it when you put a hand on him, even if it was only to get him out of the reach of an enemy, you didn't know, but he followed behind you, attentive and subservient, wherever you went.
Eventually, your eyes softened at his helpful manner, your manner softened at his comic clumsiness, and the island's loneliness eased a bit with him at your side. What started with sharing a bed on a particularly cold night, went on to share all the beds, to hold his warm hand, to see his tender eyes. And when you wanted to realize it, your mouth had already found his, your heart had found some peace in his arms, your smiles had his name, your skin knew his. Together, in that hell.
Some months had already passed, and that morning you were alert, very alert and exaggeratedly worried. You had calculated everything, you had always done it, you had been careful, you had set rules and everything, but evidently you had played too much with destiny and now you were losing. You kept counting, even though you were throwing up behind a bush. Days, weeks, months... The island made it difficult for you to accurately control the passing of the days, but even so, you knew that something was long overdue, something had not arrived.
It couldn't be. But it was. What else did you expect? You'd slept with Kelvin a few times already, and despite your “always outside” rule, there were no birth control pills or condoms on the island, it was just a matter of time before that happened.
You went back to the cabin, still nauseated, added to the nausea of being almost sure that you had gotten pregnant on a bloody island with cannibals at the door. You insulted yourself two hundred times for falling, for falling in love, for not denying your own hormonal impulses.
You sat on the bed and fell to the side, distraught, thinking like crazy. What were you going to do? How the hell were you going to have a baby there? Were you going to have it? Could you force yourself to lose it before 4 months? You felt sick, not only physically, but also emotionally. You had always believed that you were a mercenary that left no stone unturned, that you always took charge of your mission, always minimizing risks, fast and clean work, and yet, you had let that happen.
You saw Kelvin enter the cabin, approaching you, crouching down, worried to see you looking pale, sweaty and visibly not in condition.
"U luk bad" He said, with what little he could speak now, a mixture of barely recovering a shred of hearing and his brain somewhat less groggy, while he gently combed your hair "Sick?"
You nodded, a lump in your throat. You couldn't tell him, not yet. You couldn't break the news that he was going to be a father, that he had a child on the way. You were going to hide it from him, for now, until you figured out what to do. Perhaps, by a miracle, it was a mistake and you were not pregnant.
“Uat u need?” Kelvin gently took your face, seeing your sad eyes and some tears. He knew something was wrong, you weren't one to cry very often “Hooney? Sad? Uat jappens?”
You shook your head softly, gently tugging at his clothing so that he sat next to you. You hugged him, trying not to cry, feeling his reassuring embrace, his warmth, the kisses on your head. You hated that situation, but you loved him, you loved him too much for you usually loved someone. His kindness and peace had made you thirsty to live, to see the world with his eyes, to the point that, a week ago, you had thought that, if you were rescued, you would leave your services as a mercenary, to dedicate yourself to him, to help him with therapy to rehabilitate his poor head, to stay with him, to love him, to have a life as one more civilian.
And now there was the possibility that, if that happened, you might have to explain to your acquaintances how hell that you had gotten pregnant on a mission.