Author's Note: I actually don't really have any notes that are about the story tonight, just notes for my readers. RebaForever15, they say you should never meet your heroes, but to them, I say fuck you. Not only did you read the beginnings of what I hope will be a long-lasting fanfiction, you were also a great sport about me slightly copying some of your plot elements; you truly are a great person. Prosper the xviii, to be honest, I have been lurking in the shadows of the James Bond fandom for two years now, and I have actually already read This Means War. I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that I would venture to say that I have read that story of yours in particular more than five times all the way through. I really want to thank you two and all of the people on who were kind enough to follow, favorite, review, or so much as read my story yesterday or earlier today. You have given me the inspiration I need to keep writing, and it's really a day-brightener. Thank you for your contributions! Now that I'm done with my rambling, I think I know what we're all really here for. If you catch my drift, let's read some damn fanfiction.
Chapter 3: A Little too Soon
M was appalled. Why she had missed her period, she knew exactly why. How she would even be able to conceive, despite never having gone through menopause, however, was beyond her. She couldn't be pregnant, not now! Everything had been going so well. She had finally declared her passionate love of James Bond, and he had stated the same to her. She was with the man of her dreams, and everything was going so much better at the office. Nothing like having a goddamn baby ruin your day. M thought she was done for good with having kids-she didn't want to do it again! It would be awful-M would be tired and moody, she wouldn't be able to drink any alcohol (much to her dismay), and she'd get fat and have to wear maternity clothes. Perhaps worst of all, M was near certain that James would break for the door the minute He'd hear about M's pregnancy. As much as M wanted to keep it from everyone, especially James, she'd have to fess up at some point. Seriously, as soon as M were to start showing, the whole charade would be all over, and she knew it. M decided that the only fair thing to do was to tell James, and that's what she set her heart and mind on as she left the office that afternoon, drove home through mid-May in London, and walked up the flights of stairs to her flat. As she turned the key in the keyhole of her front door, M began to have misgivings, but it was too late to back out then, because when M opened her front door, she was greeted with James bloody Bond casually sipping Bourbon in one of her sitting room's armchairs.
"Hey, beautiful. You seem to be a little off. Anything wrong?" James' warm look towards M encouraged her to do the right thing. On the outside, someone who didn't know James Bond would see him out as some distant and cold-hearted human being, but M knew a different James Bond, one that was much more loving and caring towards others.
"…Actually, there is. I don't think this is going to work out, and I don't blame you if you don't want to stay with me through this time-I know bloody well that I wouldn't, but what I'm trying to say is…James, I'm pregnant."
"Well fuck me, congratulations! I'm not going to question how you're even able to get pregnant at your age, but I'll take it… But you said that you wouldn't blame me if I left you-you don't think that I would stay here, by your side?"
"I-I thought that you would never want to stay with somebody as old and unattractive as me, and me getting pregnant would only want to make you run for it sooner."
"That's such a stupid thing to say. I love you, and nobody, not even this child of ours, is going to separate us."
"Oh, James."
Some time later, M was now almost five months pregnant, and it was the day of her ultrasound to decipher the baby's gender. Nobody besides her and James know shit about her being pregnant, but it probably won't stay that way for long, as M has started to get a slight baby bump that was especially noticeable under her tighter tops. As James drove her over to her doctor's office, he and M exchanged conversation while he smiled and held his hand on M's lower abdomen.
One thing the couple shared in common was their absolute hatred of waiting rooms. When you work at MI6, you tend to garner fast reaction times and eventually become used to living a constantly changing lifestyle. The idea of sitting in a small, bright room for a ten minute period with nothing to do seemed utterly repulsive to the two of them. After five grueling minutes, a young nurse poked her head into the room.
"Is Olivia Mansfield present?"
"That's me." M curtly responded as she got looks from the younger women sitting in the waiting room with her. She merely made eye contact with the somewhat rude onlookers and smiled at them before grabbing hold of Bond's hand and following the nurse through the door and into the lab. Ten minutes later, M lay down gripping onto James as she watch the screen for any signs of their child. After seeing no image, M started to panic.
"There's nothing there! Please tell me that I haven't miscarried!"
The young nurse gave a small laugh. "Don't worry, Olivia. That can tend to happen from time to time were the child doesn't appear directly on the screen right away. Look, here they are!"
"Oh, look James! I can see them too! ...wait, them? You don't mean…"
"I do. It's one boy, one girl. Congratulations you two, you're going to give birth to perfectly healthy twins!"
That's all for tonight! One last little note, I did advance quite quickly through the first three months of M's pregnancy, but don't worry, I'll make sure the rest lasts for a long time. Hope you enjoyed!
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