Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the medical advice hank gives, I researched it off the Internet... sad ain't it?
Finding Out
She stared curiously at the rows of plastic laid out before her, different brands, different claims but in the end, the same result.
These plastic abominations weren't even hers; there was a secret draw, in the back of the female bathroom on the third floor that no one acknowledged, with little, personal items which would prove quite useful to otherwise unsuspecting girls. Everything and anything, legal at least, a girl may ever need could be found there.
It began as a means of getting the older girl to stop nagging her. It was supposed to be some sort of show of solidarity or something, with the older one trying to get pregnant and being intimidated by the stupid plastic sticks. It was pretty ironic to see her friend in such a sate, because for a brief moment she failed to see any possibility that the extremely annoyingly perfect teen she had loved to hate in pre-apocalyptic times was the same nervous, nail biting wreck that was begging her to take a stupid test with her. So she convinced her friend to take the test with her, never mind the obvious physical improbabilities, which she privately thought, was ideal. Damn her and her big, shiny Ph.D.
Now a few more tests later, the younger girl could be found on the cool tiles of the bathroom, surrounded by rows of white plastics all with the same smidge of blue on the edge of each of the sticks. Staring crossed eye at the latest traitorous polymer product, she suddenly realised that for the first time ever, her mind was utterly blank.
As faith would have it, said older girl began pounding on the bathroom stall and somewhere at the back of her mind a quip about her understandable need for one of the dildos in the draw, fluttered across her brain. However it was entirely eclipsed by her brain trying to compute the meaning these traitorous little sticks had on her life, fighting off the serenity which previously occupied her thoughts... ironically.
With the aid of her powers the older girl burst into her own little world where time had stood still and she no longer focused on the glaring indiscretions in front of her, rather the big red headed one currently doing her best from going into shock. She must have been suppressing the urge to say 'What the F- hell!'
Composing herself she lean a hand down to her friend on the floor and motioned for her to get up, "Come on, let's go visit Dr. McCoy."
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"Well my dears, this indeed calls for a celebration as it seems as though faith has smiled upon us. You both are quite pregnant and well on your way to motherhood," the blue, furry doctor beamed at the two young ladies in front of him. Rogue wanted to smack the expression off of his face and Jean was so happy she wanted to cry. The wuss...
"Ok, so you are both about 4 weeks pregnant, which should make monitoring your pregnancy relatively easy, although I shall speak to Charles about out sourcing another health care professional to help me prepare for both births, although it is highly unlikely you will go into labour simultaneously, it is still best to be prepared-"
"But Mr. McCoy, how on god's green can a gal with my mutation get pregnant?" Rogue finally spoke for the first time since she entered the bathroom stall earlier that day, her tone tinged with an unfamiliar emotion. "In I could've sworn my period was coming last week, ah mean yeah it was really light but..."
"Actually my dear mother-to-be, what you deemed to be your monthly bleeding was in fact minor spotting and as it's occurrence in the past week is called "implantation" bleeding, which is not a cause for concern. As for your first inquiry, well my dear that all depended on the way you and your significant other conducted your intercourse." Hank stated matter-of-factly, which only served to fuel her need to get out of the lab as quickly and as far away as possible.
Before he could begin to speculate however she began gathering her stuff to leave. Sensing her sudden claustrophobia he quickly interjected before she left, "One minute please Rogue, I would like to inform you both on a little of what should be expected in this coming week at least."
Seeing her settle back down next to the bubbling Jean he carried on, "Physically, you may be experiencing any of the following symptoms: nausea, vomiting, dizziness, headaches, bloating, a feeling of fullness, light cramping, poor appetite, frequent urination, and breast tenderness. Some women have no symptoms at all and feel absolutely wonderful. This, too, is perfectly normal." Jean's shoulders slumped in relief as it was apparent she hadn't any real symptoms as those listed aside from the usual missed period.
At which point Rogue turned to Jean, glowering she almost snarled, "I hope your feet swells to the size of Juggernaut's calves, you hippy."
"Now Rogue, just because I am missing out on the actual symptoms doesn't mean-" Jean didn't get a chance to finish as Rogue began to stalk out the medlab.
"One more thing my dear, I want the both of you taking this daily prenatal vitamin that contains 400 micrograms of Folic acid. It's a water-soluble vitamin that reduces neural tube defects in babies and is especially critical prior to conception and during these early weeks of pregnancy. Some studies have suggested that folic acid may lower the incidence of miscarriages and reduce the likelihood of a preterm delivery. So I need both you and Rogue adhering to this regiment of vitamins studiously."
"Don't worry Mr. McCoy, I'll carry both bottles upstairs and find Rogue and give one to her." The pretty red head smiled reassuringly to him, already adapting a maternal glow.
Hank chuckled to himself as he watched Jean make her way to the upper levels of the mansion, "I wonder how they plan on breaking the news to their men."
A/N: Guess who's back? Delphine's back! Lol... I'm no Slim Shady but I've suddenly found inspiration for this little fic and decided that I should post it and assure everyone I'm not dead but my other stuff are on hiatus until I get a proper handle on my academic life. Sad I know, but alas that is the only solution for my current dilemma. This fic shall be short however I may not post again until next week... In the mean time you can review and maybe I may surprise you guys about who are the baby daddies, how will they find out, who are married and who aren't and the big question, can Rogue actually carry a baby full term in a fanfic and not have it get its life sucked out of it or miscarriage? Dum dum dumdummm! Lol R&R!
