Elena knew. The sickness, the vomiting, the continuous fever and fatigue. She knew what was causing it. Well if you know then why won't you just do a goddamn test, Fisher?
You know why, she admonished her inner voice, looking at the reflection of her concerned husband rubbing her back in the bathroom mirror.
It had been almost two years since Libertalia. D&F Fortunes was just getting up to speed. According to Elena, this could not have come at a more inconvenient time. Nate was running helter-skelter to get all their approvals and permits, and Elena should be there doing this with him, goddammit. Shh, you shouldn't swear in front of the baby. What baby, you don't even know if you're pregnant for sure. You've shot people and seen insane things that shouldn't exist! And you're scared of that pharmacy stick?
Sure, she could keep blaming their not-so-much-of-a-start-up for her reluctance to tell her husband, but deep down, she knew the real reason.
Nate would run.
Somehow, against all odds, they had managed to make it work. Looking at the last eight years, she couldn't even believe it herself that this happened. That confident, suave voice on the phone that had conned her into funding their expedition for Sir Francis Drake's coffin had now morphed into her husband. Her dorky, gun slinging, monkeyman of a husband. But she knew Nate's biggest fear – slowing down. Sure, he said he had nothing more to run from. He had laid all his quests to rest – Sir Francis Drake, his brother now back from the dead, and his mother's life's work complete (in a way). He said he was ready to spend his life with her.
But call Elena a fool if she didn't think he could do it again after doing it thrice.
"'Lena, I think its time we went to a proper doctor," Nate said, gently, "Our usual remedies for this stuff don't seem to be working. Maybe it isn't a stomach bug."
Elena sighed, moving away from the commode to wash her face. Time to face the music. It had been almost a month since the sickness started. Her period was late too. There was no going back from here. She stood up straight and squared her shoulders, "There's one more thing to try out."