I watched her working, fascinated
despite
my inner turmoil. Over what it means, getting this
extra proof
.
She adjusted the device settings and continued tilting and shifting the probe to align the image she was looking for on the screen. Until her finger pointed to a
dark oval shape
on it.
"Ah, here we are. This is your gestational sac. It’s well-formed and quite appropriately sized for the estimate of about seven to eight weeks."
> Two months, again... Vrika... I... I’m still resolved. Still willing. No matter what the answers to things are. But I- I do not find any meaning in the idea. What happened to us? Here I am, concerned for its wellbeing. Is this really just how I, as a beast shifter, should be behaving over offspring? Both seem quite purposeful, considering the pregnancy. But I may be overthinking it. <
"I’d like to see you again in about three weeks for a check-up. Do you have any questions for me?"
There were always
dozens of questions
running through my head, but none of them could be given
clear responses
from Dr. Lang here. So I just shake my head for now.
"Alright. Now, Ms. Lomdi, there are few gentle ways to ask this. I notice you’re unmarked. Is the father... not involved?"
I sigh audibly and shut my eyes. It was
foolish
to think I would have gotten out of here
without
talking about this.