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"Okay, I'm going to kill whoever gave me the stomach flu. We're talking murder in cold blood, here," Claudia grumbled as she trudged into the kitchen.

"Wasn't me" said Pete, putting up his hands in an innocent manner and chewing his cereal. "I'm as healthy as a horse."

"Need some water?" Myka smiled kindly at the girl.

"Yeah, that'd be good." Claudia leaned on the counter, feeling rather weak. Myka ran the tap for a moment, then filled the glass and handed it to Claudia. As Steve rounded the corner into the kitchen, Claudia took the water and eased herself into a chair, wincing and holding her irritable stomach.

"What's the matter, Claude?"

"Stomach flu."

"Aw, sorry."

"It's fine," Claudia said with a heavy sigh. "I think I'll go lie down." The girl made her way slowly up the stairs, and then laid down for two hours. When she awoke, she felt much better and drove over to the warehouse to get some work done.

"Claudia, what are you doing here? I thought you were dying of some disease," Artie said sarcastically as he tinkered with some invention on the table.

"I feel fine now, old man."

"Hmmm... a ploy to sleep in an extra hour I wouldn't doubt."

"Dude, I threw up like two hours ago."

"Fine, fine. Just don't get me sick." he said with a glare.

The next morning, Claudia woke up a bit queasy, but after a few moments it subsided and she walked sleepily down to breakfast. It was Abigail's turn to cook, and she had made pancakes, sausage, and hash browns for everyone.

"Hey Claude, how are you feeling this morning?" Steve asked as the redhead sat down at the table.

"Better. Must've been the twenty-four-hour flu or something."

"Glad to hear it. Well, the getting part, anyway," he said, scooping two sausages onto his plate and handing her the tray. The smell of the spicy, greasy sausages hit her nostrils and her stomach lurched. She got up, tripped and nearly fell, regained her footing and stumbled to the bathroom. She barely had time to get to the toilet before her stomach rejected its contents. When she finally came out of the bathroom, Steve was waiting for her.

"Claude, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Jinksy. Must not be over that flu yet."

The third morning in a row Claudia got the pukes, she began to get nervous. So later that morning, she asked Steve to driver her to the clinic in Univille. They took a few blood samples, had her wait for a bit, and then called her into the room again, asking Steve to wait outside.

"Well, what's wrong with me?" Claudia asked as she walked in.

"Miss Donovan, you may want to sit down."

"I'm fine right here. Just tell me."

"Okay. Well, we ran your blood tests, and they came back showing that you're pregnant."

"What?!" Claudia heard a roaring in her ears just before she passed out.

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