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It was his birthday again. Another year, another day of ageing and he could feel it. He could feel himself getting old. It was disgusting. Really, he hadn't minded ageing disgracefully when he hadn't been ageing but now he was it was ridiculous how much he hated it. He'd have to permanently ban his birthday unless they wanted to make it Nikola Tesla day and then he was all for it.

Working hard, he was construction some new equipment for the small child who seemed to idolise him whilst scribbling notes for another piece of work. Muttering to himself he hadn't even heard the door or the steps down into his private lab beneath his hut. Looking up he was startled by the appearance of his other favourite leggy, Brunette Brits.

"Hello, I hope you've brought me wine. It is my birthday," Nikola said to Mac with a smirk.

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Mac has no idea how to tell him. She knows she has to, because it will come out eventually, but she doesn't know where to start.

"Well, no wine. I can't...really have it right now."

"Why not? It's after midday, that's clearly late enough for your British sensibilities. Plus, I'm sure it's rude to leave me drinking alone on my birthday." Nikola replied, his hands not stopping to work on tightening the bolts and making sure everything slid into perfect place as he examined it. Looking up at her, he put down the wrench and wiped his hands on a rag.

"No, I physically cannot," Mac says nervously.

"I'm pregnant, Nikola. I'm reasonably sure you're the father."

Nikola's smirk faltered for a second, the rag hanging in his hand as he looked at Mac. Mac and his apparent unborn child, his heir to the vampire dynasty... his heir to the vampire dynasty. Nikola's smirk widened.

"Really?" Nikola asked with a wicked look. He could call the child Nikola, it'd be a boy obviously and he could teach him how to rule the island. His own child, heir. It was imperfect, cloning would've been preferable to a natural conception but really, an heir. "Reasonably sure. Don't be ridiculous, it's mine. I have far superior sperm than anyone on the island."

Mac rolls her eyes, "Yes, nobody else could possibly get me pregnant even though I've fucked three other men. There's something else, too. While obviously you'll be involved with the baby...Jackson's asked me to be exclusive and I have accepted. So we won't be fucking any longer."

"Of course they couldn't, I'm genetically superior." Nikola replied to her comment, his self assured smirk not dropping at all until she mentioned that. What on Earth was it with British women, him and Victorian men who weren't him. "What? That's ridiculous, he's... he's not me. He's an ass."

Nikola hadn't met the man but he could assume he was. She was choosing him over Nikola, clearly the wrong choice and a rather familiar one.

"He's not an ass," Mac says, making a face.

"Jackson is warm and wonderful and cares enough about me to only want to be with me. That's something I should reward. Besides, you always knew I wanted more than what you were willing to offer me."

"Is too," Nikola replied sulkily. He didn't understand why he had to share her or why he was being denied the chance of sharing her. "I love you, why isn't that ever enough? Why am I never enough?"

"If you honestly, truly loved me, you'd want to be with only me," Mac points out. "Instead, you want the benefit of fucking whoever you want whenever you want and I'm not doing it anymore. I want someone who loves me. Just me. I want a real relationship."

"A real relationship. With my child." Nikola said pouting a little. He'd made her jewellery, told her he loved her and been there, if that wasn't a real relationship then well, he didn't know what was. British people were ridiculous, British women especially. "He's not raising my child. He'd adle its mind with his inferior intelligence."

"You'll be involved, you're his or her father," Mac assures him. "I won't say any different. But Jackson will be around, if he's still interested in me, just as I assume Alcuin will be around when you have the baby?"

"Yes but there is around and then there is raising my child and making him believe in ridiculous human notions of morality, rights and wrongs, inadequate scientific groundings and of course more importantly he may make my child believe that Edison was a genius. Which can't happen clearly," Nikola said, floundering a little at the my child part. A child, his own child, to mould and manipulate and make his. "He should be named after me. Nikola Tesla. A fine name."

"No, absolutely not. The child is going to be called McHale. And not Nikola but you can pick something else suitable when we know the sex," Mac says emphatically.

"Tesla," Nikola argued almost childishly. Very childishly. His child, his imperfectly bred perfect child of genetic perfection was going to have his name even if he had to falsify council documents and records when that time arose. He would have to plan for that. "Whyever would we call it McHale, it'll be mine."

"You aren't married to me and I'm the one giving birth. McHale," Mac says. "And I'll get a Council decree if I have to. You can name it."

"It's my child," Nikola said sulkily. "Fine, McHale but I get the name choice. What is it with British women? First Helen and now you."

It was ridiculous really but at least he would chose something and then he would change the surname to suit him when she wasn't looking.

"It's my child too and I'm carrying it," Mac insists. "It will have my name. If we were married, it might be different, but we're not."

Nikola crossed his arms sulkily, huffing a fine at her. Really, not his best birthday yet.

"I get to pick the other name though," Nikola said, pouring himself a glass before forgoing the glass entirely and drinking straight from the bottle.

"You do, within reason. I'm not doing Nikola Junior, or anything, but if you want to pick something that means something to you, I'm happy to use that," Mac says. She doesn't want to be difficult about all this, really, and she'd like to stay friends.

"It's for the best, Nikola. You know I wanted more than you could give me."

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