The Fruits of Our Labor
“I’m…what?” Asami couldn’t believe it. This doctor, Doctor Samir, must have been mistaken. Right?
“Pregnant. I take it this is unexpected news?”
“Well, you certainly stand out in a crowd, don’t cha?” Korra asked the omega.
“I’m sorry?” The omega asked.
“I said, you stand out. You’re not like everyone else here, are you?”
“You’re pretty confident yourself, you know.”
“I’ve been told it’s charming.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Asami told her. But it was a lie. Asami was charmed and aroused beyond anything she had ever experienced. But the fact remained that she was obviously a call girl and trying to get some business for the evening.
“Your mouth can lie to me, but your pheromones can’t. Here.” She stuck her hand out. Asami took it. “Sapphire.”
Asami isn't sure what's real or not with the sire of her unborn pup who she is head over heels for (and who happens to be a call girl). Korra is trying desparately to prove she's someone her pup could be proud of and someone that Asami wouldn't be embarassed to have as a mate.
A story of love, sex, pregnancy, prositutes, strippers, alphas, omegas, jealousy, breaking stereotypes, and challenging prejudices.
