A/N Guess who finished school and can devote lot's of time to fanfiction! But seriously the support has been amazing thank you all!
I still own nothing but the plot and the baby
It's not a parasite
Reagan pov
"So now we'll just set a timer for three minutes and then we'll know for sure." Reagan explains evenly as Brett stood outside her bathroom door, before leaving the office that day the two decided that their first plan of action was to confirm if Reagan was pregnant or not. The signs may point to pregnancy but there was still a chance that Reagan wasn't and she was just regular sick or maybe even hysterical.
"Three minutes." Brett nodded along clearly trying to contain his growing excitement. "I've got a good feeling about this Rea-dawg!"
Reagan wished she could feel even a quarter bit of excitement over their situation, especially since this had been her brilliant idea in the first place though she had been completely wasted at the time the idea formed. She could have backed out the following morning but remembering what her father had said about children made her want to be petty, she wanted to be petty and now there was a possible parasite growing inside of her. Baby it's a baby you asshole! A baby that you wanted! Reagan had to keep reminding herself of this much too often and it only made her anxiety of possibly being a mother even worse. The first month had been fine, no visible changes to the point where Reagan started to believe that she wasn't pregnant, sure she missed her period but that sometimes happened when she overworked herself. Then a week ago it happened the dreaded 'morning sickness' the first sign of the parasite. Baby it's a baby asshole!
"We should get a big house with a nice backyard! I can build the baby a swing set and their own slide." Brett's happy chatter cuts through Reagan's thoughts, of course Brett was making plans. Simple Brett was happily accepting possible fatherhood easily, it was a miracle that she was even able to convince him to keep his mouth shut about the possible pregnancy on their way out of the office. "And if we plant a big tree in the yard, the baby and I could build a treehouse together...when their older of course! And like when they are eight or maybe ten we can get them a pet. What do you think our baby will like best? A Cat? A Dog? Or maybe an iguana?" He spoke with such certainty about the parasite BABY like there wasn't a possibility that they could have it wrong and she was just regular sick.
"If we got the para-ah-baby an iguana the Reptilians would become very offended and the last thing we need is another fucking PR nightmare." Reagan explains quickly hoping that Brett didn't notice her near slipup. It's a baby not a parasite you fucking asshole! "Besides, we shouldn't get too ahead of ourselves for all we know-" The sound of the timer cuts off the rest of Reagan's sentence, apparently the test was ready with the results.
"Here we go!" Brett's excitement was starting to get annoying, how could he be so damn happy about all of this when it was going to change the course of the rest of their lives. Brett at least gave Reagan the space to check the results by herself, which she appreciated because the results were enough to make her want to empty her already very empty stomach all over again. With shaky legs Reagan managed to walk right out of the bathroom and towards the anxious man-puppy who was waiting to hear the possible good news. "So did we pass the test?" Passed the test? Of course that's how someone as simple as Brett would think of this life-altering new responsibility. As a test to pass, never mind that this parasite was going to drain her time and energy for another seven and a half months from within her body. And for the rest of her life afterwards, she didn't know the first thing about being a parent and the only examples she had were emotionally neglectful. She had to remind herself in her own head not to call the baby a parasite, not even born yet and she was already off to a bad start. "Ah Reagan?"
"Ah yeah." Reagan snaps out of her inner monologue realizing that Brett was still waiting for an answer. "Yeah I guess we passed."
"Yes!" Brett squealed because why wouldn't he at a time like this. Why wouldn't Brett annoyingly positive Brett be happy about becoming a parent, meanwhile all Reagan could do was stand there stunned and speechless as Brett continued with his happy chatter. "We defiantly have to start a college fund now, and find a house in a good school district and-"
"Yeah, yeah if you'll excuse me I need to get a drink...a very strong vodka filled drink." Reagan says numbly as she begins to walk over to her kitchen.
Brett only laughed shaking his head as he followed her. "That's funny Reagan, 'strong vodka filled drink' you're such a jokester!" Brett than begun to rifle through her refrigerator and cabinets. "Reagan?! You don't have any real food here?!" He turned to face her giving her his best disappointed scolding look.
"And?" Reagan asked dismissively as she took out a bottle of vodka.
"And you need food Reagan!" Brett states like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You need to eat real food now, not just for yourself but for our baby!"
"So, we'll just order a pizza tonight." Reagan just says with a shrug as she begins to open the bottle.
"Reagan?! You need stuff like like fruits and vegetables and and YOU CAN'T HAVE ALCOHOL!" Brett scolds as he takes the vodka bottle out of her hands. "You have to think of the baby! If you don't do these things our baby won't be healthy when they're born!"
"Right." Reagan says with a groan. She knew Brett was right, she would have to eat healthier (which meant actually eating more than once a day) and stay away from alcohol for the next seven and a half months or longer if she was planning to breastfeed the parasite.
"I'll order some groceries to be delivered." Brett proclaims in his happy-go-lucky tone. "I'll make us dinner and set something aside for you to have for breakfast tomorrow morning...oh and lunch. Actually I'll just cook all the meals for you and our baby." Brett states as he takes out his phone to no doubt order the groceries for her. "Don't worry Reagan you won't have to deal with this alone, anything you need just ask me! Day or night it doesn't matter whatever you need I'll get it for you!"
"Great." Reagan says in a tone that she hopes doesn't sound too depressing.
Reagan spent the rest of the night in a dazed state, she ate the dinner Brett made half listened to his instructions on how to reheat her breakfast. And faded in and out whenever he would talk about how excited he was for the parasite. Baby it's a baby asshole! She was still a bit dazed by the time he had left for the night (after again making her swear to call him if she needed help with anything) she could only hope the next day would be better and she'd finally accept the parasite. Baby it's a baby you fucking asshole! Do you want to be the worse mother ever?! Do you want to prove that Rand was right?!
Reagan didn't feel any better about her situation the next morning though, from the moment she woke up and saw the twenty text messages from Brett. Apparently Brett had been texting from the moment he left, his texts consisted of reminding her to sleep early, again to eat well, and to please not strain herself with her inventions at work. The last one though put her in a bad mood for the rest of the day. "Reagan, have you made a doctor's appointment yet? I've been reading some articles on the internet and we should check to see if you need any extra vitamins. Also the doctor could give us a possible due date for our baby!" Shit she forgot, of course a doctor would have to check to see how the parasite is doing. Baby it's a baby you asshole! You wanted this remember! It would surely be a long day.
Skip to two week later at the doctor's office waiting room
As an employee of Cognitio Inc, Reagan was no stranger to the doctor's office. All employees had to have a yearly check up that Reagan only slightly managed to get through. She hated going to the doctor's office, those people were always recommending stupid things like 'work less or saying she wasn't getting enough sleep or telling her to stop taking Adderall!' what kind of doctors tells a person that they medically need a work life balance. And now she had to sit through several more doctor's appointments for the next six months because they'll want to make sure the parasite was healthy. Baby it's a baby asshole!
"And I think we should get a baby sling and a baby harness but I can't decide which colors to get them in! We should also get a crib, though maybe we should wait until we find a new house and-" Brett's chatter continued on as Reagan groaned in dismay. "Reagan?! Are you alright? You're not in pain are you?!" Brett fusses in a worried tone as he tried to check if Reagan was okay.
"I'm fine Brett." Reagan said with a sigh as she pushed his hands away, she folded her knees up to her stomach and puts her gray hood over her head.
"No you're not." Brett said in an uncharacteristically observant tone. "You know Reagan...it's okay if you want to discuss...ah options."
"What? Options?! No what are you even talking about?" Reagan says in a nervous chuckle trying to wave his suggestion off.
"Reagan...it's okay if you don't wan-" Brett begins to carefully say.
"How could you say that?!" Reagan interrupts defensively before he could finish his sentence. "How could you even think that I wouldn't want it now? I was the one who came up with the idea and and I was the one who didn't take the plan B the next morning. You know it sounds like to me that you're the one who might feel like you're in over your head and maybe you're feeling guilty every time you call the baby a parasite in your head. Well you're not getting out of this one Brett! You're the one that decided to help make this parasite so you have to take responsibility for it!" Reagan finished her rant in a huff turning to face away from Brett.
"Okay, never mind then." Brett said in a bit of a scared tone, it was only then that Reagan realized that she had gone on a crazed rant in front of at least three other expecting couples and the two people working at the front desk.
"Ah...Reagan Ridley the doctor will see you now." A nurse informs the two much to Reagan's relief she wasn't sure if she could take the judgmental looks from the other expecting mothers. The nurse quickly showed Reagan and Brett to a room and informed the two that the doctor would be in shortly.
"Reagan look at all this cool stuff!" Brett says excitedly as he begins to play around with a monitor. "I wonder what this is for?"
"Brett! Don't touch the doctor's stuff!" Reagan scolds glaring at him a bit. "If you break it you'll have to pay for it and the last time I checked you're still an unpaid intern."
"I thought you changed that when you became CEO?" Brett asked in a confused tone.
"Yeah, well my dad changed it back when he took over...just for the fun of it." Reagan informs him, that had been a very annoying conversation especially since it took place the morning after their drunken incident.
"Hello, Ms. Ridley I'm Doctor Lynn but you can call me Sarah if you'd like." The doctor says as she enters the room. "Oh and is this your-"
"Hello, Brett Hand." Brett introduces himself in a chipper tone. "I'm Reagan's BFF and the proud baby's father!"
"Okay." Sarah says while giving him a look like she didn't know what to make of him.
"Don't mind him he's just excited about our little...yeah." Reagan tries to fake enthusiasm but clearly gave up trying.
"Alright then, have a seat." Sarah pointed to the medical chair for Reagan to sit on. "We'll start with some simple questions first, check your vitals and before you go we'll do some blood work in case we need to look out for anything for the baby okay."
"Okay." Brett agrees in his still chipper tone as he sits down on the medical chair. "So after you take my blood can I have a lollipop?!"
"Brett, the doctor was clearly talking to me!" Reagan states after she facepalmed at Brett's antics. "You know since I'm the one carrying the baby?!"
"Oh." Brett says with a chuckle as he got off the chair. "That does make more sense now that I think about it. But I'd still like a lollipop!"
Things became simpler after that, the doctor asked the standard questions, date of possible conception, what was her normal diet and what were the symptoms she was currently experiencing. "Well, it does very much sound like you are pregnant and you should be far enough along to confirm it with an ultrasound." Sarah says in a cheerful tone.
"You mean that we'll be able to see our baby today!" Brett exclaimed in an excited tone. "Reagan did you hear that?!"
"It will be a tiny little thing but yes we should be able to find the baby." Sarah proclaimed. Five minutes later Reagan was laying back on the medical chair and feeling the cold jell move around her stomach as the doctor moved the transducer to find the baby on the sonogram. "Ah and here's the baby." Sarah claims causing Reagan to tilt her head in order to look at the baby.
"Wow, our baby!" Brett says in a joyful tone as he stares at the image on the sonogram. "Reagan look our baby!"
"I see it." Reagan says evenly. It really does look like a parasite! Shut up stop thinking those things.
"And here's the baby's heartbeat." Sarah proclaims, and suddenly the room is filled with a new sound the sound of the baby's heartbeat.
"Wow." Reagan says quietly to herself as she listens to the sound of the para-baby's heartbeat, it sounds so fast and there didn't seem to be a set pattern yet but it was really and truly her baby's heartbeat. Just the sound of it so fast and strong was enough to remind Reagan that there was really and truly a live growing inside of her. "It's...ahem...it sounds kind of fast and...ah is that okay?" Reagan asked as she push backs the tears that were threatening to fall down.
"Yes this is normal your baby is perfectly healthy." Sarah reassures Reagan.
"Ah...good good." Reagan nods while trying not to get too emotionally, the same couldn't be said for Brett who was openly weeping.
"Reagan can you believe it our baby-" Brett begins to say while still in tears and taking a hold of Reagan's hand.
"And here's the image of baby number two." Sarah proclaims much to the two's shared shock.
"Did she say baby number two?!" They both asked the other at the same time.
"And here's heartbeat number two!" Sarah claims as she changes the heartbeat from baby one to baby number two. "So congratulations, you're having twins!"
"Did she just say twins?!" They both asked the other again at the same time.
"Yes, it looks like you're having-" The rest of Sarah's sentence was cut off by the sound of Brett fainting on the ground.
"Ha! I knew you were acting too calm about all this!" Reagan says in a smug tone.
A/N and that's the end of another chapter. I got to admit I wasn't planning on having it be twins, in fact the whole twin thing was going to be a joke and than I thought...but what if it wasn't? Anyway let me know what you think and see ya next chapter!
