A "friend" - and I use the term in its loosest possible sense - from Uni, Daniel Vaughn, seemed to have acceptable genetic characteristics. I invited him over, seduced him, and obtained his seed. The somewhat misogynistic cartel running the town immediately made me redundant for the "crime" of being pregnant - one wonders how they expect to recover from an apocalypse without children, but the rules are the rules.
GAZ NOTE: Note that werewolves cannot Try for Baby in werewolf form. Something to keep in mind if you're intending serial pregnancies - got to keep the mood up. Further note that while pregnant, you cannot change to werewolf form.
I thought it was important to keep up my health, so I began daily regimens of working out to the kids channel on my state of the art 1950s technology boom box, interspersed with writing novels to pay the bills.
Fortunately my plumbing skills were sufficient to keep the toilet from overflowing with my morning sickness. I was even recognised as an honorary plumber by the Plumber's Guild, which appeared to consist of a bunch of semi professional plumbers that never did house calls.
My first twin cubs - Willow and Cordelia - are born. I have no space for cribs at present, so the girls will have to get used to living on the floor, but fortunately it is the day when I am permitted to use the primitive communications network, so I called another bloke over. Unfortunately, he was uninterested in my romantic overtures, which was considerably disappointing.
In what seemed like only days, my cubs became ... well, slightly older cubs. Toddlers, if you will. I was barely getting any sleep, and while I had plans for both children, I was well aware that I had a pressing need to get pregnant again.
I quickly litter trained them - at only a few years old, they are now better trained than all my university dormies were.
Cordelia seemed the smartest, so I taught her to walk and talk, trusting that Willow would pick up the basics eventually.
I had to prioritise; pregnant again, I have the choice of working out or training Willow. I chose the former; the first generation is always the hardest.
And now my toddlers are children. They have been relatively self sufficient, and I will need their assistance to raise their siblings.
Unfortunately neither Cordelia nor Willow are werewolves, which was unfortunate. Cordelia's traits are Can't Stand Art, Good, and Heavy Sleeper; Willow's are Artistic, Athletic, and Disciplined.
Xander and Giles were born - two new cubs. I was wanting to call someone over to once again get pregnant, but the full moon was in the sky, and the beast was upon me - once again, I was forced to wait.
Shortly thereafter, both new cubs were also toddlers, and it was time again for me to mate.
I'll leave the chapter there. I have two girls that are not werewolves, and two boys that are; I need a female werewolf as an heir. Three more tries, in effect; the odds are reasonable but by no means certain.
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