As soon as morning came, Poppy made her journey to her grandmother's house which is in the middle of the woods. Her grandmother just happened to be a hermit. The journey down to her grandmother's only takes a few hours on foot, so Poppy isn't really that much of a hurry.
The forest was limitless, dark, and ancient. Its canopy was reigned by magnolia, walnut, and cottonwood, their leaves and branches allowed for just enough light to pass down for an overabundance of plants to dominate the branch and twig laden ground below. Swooping climbing plants dangled from many a tree, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which grew in abundance, added colorful, scented elements to the otherwise unchanging scenery. A hodgepodge of beastly sounds, most of which were insects, brightened up the forest, and overpowered the croaks of frogs in the nearby ponds. Poppy finally arrived at her grandmother's cottage where she knocked on the oak door.
"Who is it?" A gentle voice called out from behind the door.
"It's me grandmother," Poppy called back, "Poppy, your granddaughter."
Poppy heard her grandmother unlocked the door but gently pushing the latch up and moved the handle back and forth and opened the door. Standing 5' 1" tall, this cream skinned elderly woman has a respectful feel about her, and she has a strange mole on her head. She has an oval face, a large nose, and very thin lips. Her brown eyes are droopy and she has no eyebrows. She has elbow-length, greasy, black hair that is thinning. She has long arms, a slender torso, a narrow waist, and short legs.
She has a signature tattoo on her torso. Her relatively simple dress flows from top to bottom and has a scoop neckline, which elegantly reveals the noble dress worn below it. The gentle, tightly tied fabric of her dress covers her stomach where the continuous flow is broken up by a long cloth belt worn fairly low around her waist. Below the cloth belt the dress opens up to the right and reveals the dress below. The front of the top dress is shorter at the front and curves outwards, the back continues to flow a fair length behind her and ends in a narrow curve. Her sleeves are a little too long and wide, their flow is broken up just above the elbow where they change color and where they're divided by thick, refined bands, these are the same fabric and color used to outline the bottom and neckline of the dress. And on her feet were leather boots. Poppy was met with a welcoming smile.
"Poppy, it's so good to see you, my dear!" Her grandmother greeted warmly, hugging her granddaughter.
"Hello, Granny," Poppy greeted, hugging her grandmother back.
"Come in, come in," her grandmother welcomed her inside the house, "Just take a seat my dear and I'll go make us some tea."
Poppy took a seat on one of the chairs while her grandmother went to the kitchen to make tea. The living room is a bit of a mess. It has shelves that's filled with books and jars of unfamiliar substances, there are plants placed everywhere in the room and a giant fireplace. On the table near the window were beakers and flasks of different shapes and sizes. Her grandmother returned with a tea tray, sat down and poured both of them some tea. Each of the women took a teacup.
"Now, what brings you here, my dear?" Her grandmother asked, taking a sip of her tea.
"I was sent here by father because for about a month I've been throwing up a lot," Poppy explained.
"Is that all?" Her grandmother chuckled, "Did your father send you here to me because of an upset tummy?"
"It's not just that," Poppy added, "I've also been fainting a lot and I've been having weird cravings."
"Hmm, what kind of weird cravings?" Her grandmother pried, taking another sip of her tea.
"...raw meat," Poppy sheepishly answered.
Her grandmother casually lower her tea and thought quietly. Poppy gulped quietly. Has her grandmother suspected that she's been with a werewolf?
"I see," her grandmother finally spoke, "And when was the last time you had your period?"
"My period? Why?" Poppy asked, but her grandmother just gave her a serious look.
Poppy looked down to her tea and thought about it for a moment. Come to think of it, she hadn't had her period for weeks and she didn't even notice until today. She took a sip of her tea.
"Over a month ago," Poppy answered.
"Hmm..." her grandmother thought, she narrowed her chin and wrapped her chin with her fingers.
Without saying a word, her grandmother got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it she pulled out two jars and a flowerpot. She set the two jars down on the table and took the flowerpot with her outside to her garden where she scooped up some soil on ground and placed them in the flowerpot. When she returned back inside she opened both jars and pulled out a seed from each of them: one is wheat and one is barley. She buried the two seeds into the soil filled pot and handed it over to Poppy.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Poppy asked.
"You pee in it," her grandmother bluntly answered.
Poppy jerked her head up to her grandmother with squinty eyes and crinkled nose.
"You want me to pee in this flowerpot?" asked Poppy.
"It's to determine whether you are pregnant or not," her grandmother informed.
Poppy froze and stared with widened eyes and raised eyebrows. Pregnant? Me? Poppy thought, No I couldn't be. Or could I? Having a benefit of a doubt, Poppy climbed upstairs, went into one of the guest bedrooms and closed the door behind her. As soon as she is alone and made sure the curtains are closed, she pulled down her panties, lifted her skirt and hovered over the flowerpot. When she was done peeing, she pulled up her panties, let down her skirt and went back downstairs.
"Okay, it's done," Poppy announced, handing the flowerpot back to her grandmother, "So now what?"
"Come back in three days time and we shall see the result," ordered her grandmother as she placed the flowerpot by the window so the sun can shine on it.
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Poppy returned to her grandmother's house after three days had passed. As soon as she arrived, she knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A gentle voice called out from behind the door.
"It's me grandmother," Poppy called back, "Poppy, your granddaughter. I have returned."
Her grandmother pushed the latch up and moved the handle back and forth and opened the door.
"Ah, welcome back, dearie," her grandmother warmly welcomed, "Come in, come in."
Poppy entered the cottage as soon as her grandmother gave her the invitation. When she the living room and saw the flowerpot sitting on the same spot as her grandmother had placed it, she gasped and felt her heart dropped. In the flowerpot now are two sprouts growing. Poppy clasped her hands onto her mouth, feeling the tears about to be released and started to tremble.
"Congratulations, Poppy," congratulated her grandmother, hugging her. Poppy fought back the tears.
"Yes...thank you," Poppy acknowledged so quietly it was barely a whisper.
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Poppy is sitting in the hodgepodge of wildflowers at the edge of the pond in the woods, absentmindedly plucking the petals off of one the flowers. How could this have happened? She wondered. Who would've thought that this would actually happen especially from my very first time. How am I going to explain this to my parents? How will Kylo take this? She placed a hand on her abdomen.
Poppy heard a familiar growl and turned around. What she saw was a familiar black wolf that stands at the edge of the woods among the near the flower fields.
Kylo. The black wolf dashed towards Poppy, his wolf skin dissolved into his human pores and into his human skin. His eyes were flashing, had a broad smile on his face and his tail was wagging like crazy.
"Poppy, what are doing here?" Kylo asked, "I didn't know that you're going to be here."
Poppy stood up and gave her lover a kiss but it was less passionate than before. Kylo watched Poppy with tilted head and ears as Poppy just sat back down among the flowers and continued to mindlessly pick the flowers. He noticed that her head was bowing, her shoulders are slumped and she's barely even looking at him. He knitted his eyebrows and tightened his lips. Then he crouched down next to her.
"What's wrong, Poppy?" Kylo asked.
Poppy looked up at Kylo with moist eyes and bit her lips. Kylo stiffened and felt his heart begin to race. A funny feeling were developing inside at the pit of his stomach. She licked her lips and started to tremble.
"Kylo...I'm pregnant," Poppy revealed, "And it's yours."