Dorothy's Secret
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big O.
Last Chapter: Roger went to his old friend Walter's business to see what was wrong
with the woman he loved. The scientist Trista revealed that Dorothy
was pregnant. Roger went home to tell Dorothy who was wondering
what was wrong herself. At first she didn't believe him and now she
does.
Chapter 3: Adaptations
Roger helped me into his sleek black car shutting the door once I was seated. I
smiled inwardly. Ever since he found out about my pregnancy he's been taking better care of
me. He entered the car from the driver's side. Once seated he glanced over at me with a loving
smile gracing his handsome features. I blushed a bit at the sudden attention. He redirected his
attention to driving as he started the car up. We exited the dark garage appearing on the
street.
We drove the dreary streets of the city, but other people's saddness won't stop my own
hapiness today. I'm carrying Roger's child as well as my child. Never did I think that I would be
capable of bringing another life into the world like other women do. I rub my stomach lightly
marveling at the bulge now forming there. I felt eyes gazing at me so I turned my head to see
Roger staring down at my stomach as well. I touch his shoulder lightly gaining in his attention.
He smiled again at my gesture. This child is the best thing to happen to us.
We drive until we arrive at Walter's office building. Roger told me that Trista wished
to run some tests on me to see if the baby is developing properly. I didn't question him for I
trust everything he tells me. We exit the car but we don't enter the building until Roger secures
the car.
Roger and I enter the building recieving a few stares from people passing by. We head
upstairs to Walter's office. We pass by the receptionist who was reading a magazine and walk into
his office. Upon our entering we see Trista sitting on Walter's lap with her arms around his neck. I
always did wonder if they had an affair with each other. I suppose this confirms it. When they notice
us they break apart. Trista stands up fixing her outfit as Walter swivils his chair in front of his desk.
" Roger, Ms. Dorothy, it is a pleasure to see you," he said. " Yes I agree," Trista said.
Roger smiles at the duo. " Did we interrupt something?," he said. They blushed a bit. " No nothing
at all," Trista replied. In order to get the attention off of her and Walter she changes the subject. " How
are you Dorothy? Is everything okay?," she asked. " Yes. I just have a bit of morning sickness and a
increasing appetite but other than that I'm fine," I said. She nodded in approval. " All of those symptoms
sre normal for the first stage of pregnancy," she said.
She motioned to Walter to open the secret door to the labs. Upon doing so we enter the
labs. We head to her office which has a lot of equipment in it. I cringe a little at some of the grotesque
tools. She chuckled. " Don't worry Dorothy, I won't be using those on you," she said. I sighed in relief.
She led me to a back room with a long table. " Before we begin Dorothy, you must put this on," she said
showing me a long paper dress. I shrugged before heading behind a changing wall to put it on. When I
emerged she told me to lay down on the table.
Roger sat beside me in a chair while Walter stood on the wall watching Trista intently. She lifts the
top of the paper dress exposing my still small stomach. She turns on a monitor beside Roger before she
begins. " What we'll be doing now is detecting if the baby is growing properly. Roger, if you wish to see, that
monitor behind you will help," she said. Trista placed some cold green gel on my stomach. She then took
a tool and rubbed it lightly on my stomach.
After a moment we hear a steady swishing sound. " What is that?," I asked. Trista smiled a bit. " That
my dear is your baby," she said. My eyes widen in surprise before I tilt my head towards the monitor. Just as
sure as she said it I saw a little person on the screen moving about. Tears begin to form in my eyes at the sight
of the tiny miracle. Roger notices my sudden change in moods. He takes my hand in an effort to soothe me.
" Dorothy, what's wrong?," he asked. " Nothing. I'm just happy," I replied. Trista smiles as well until something
on the screen catches her attention. " Tris, what's the matter?," Walter asked. " I do believe Dorothy' carrying
twins," she said softly.
All eyes diverted back to the screen at her words. Sure enough, we began to hear two steady heartbeats.
" Roger, what are twins?," I asked. He looked back at me with a wry smile on his lips. " You're having two
babies," he said. " Two?! I can barely handle the prospect of one!," I exclaimed. Roger gently caressed my
cheek to relieve my worries. " We'll be fine. I'll take care of you as well as Norman. He always did love kids," he
said. I sighed in resignation. " If you say so. This is your fault you know," I accused. Roger stared at me in
bewilderment. " My fault?! It does take two to tango if you get my drift Ms. Waynewright," he said. I frowned
at his retort.
Our argument was disrupted when we heard Walter and Trista laughing. " Don't worry Roger, this
is normal as well. She'll blame you now and when the babies are being born. Until they arrive Dorothy, I would
like to see you once a month and any other time you think something is wrong," she said. I sat up nodding my
consent. Trista smiled. " Good. See you in November then Dorothy," she said. " She'll be here," Roger said
helping me off the table. I thanked Roger softly before I went behing the changing wall to put my clothes back
on. As I was dressing I noticed my stomach looked a little bigger with the knowledge that two babies are inside
of me. I rubbed my stomach to reassure my children that I would always be here.
After I finished dressing, we left the labs. We said a quick goodbye to Trista and Walter wishing them
luck on their relationship. They blushed at our knowledge of their affair. Once again we drove down the streets
of the city ignoring the sadness that surrounded us. Our spirits were lifted thanks to Trista and Walter. Once
again I run my hand across my stomach. A habit I was quickly becoming fond of. I gazed over at Roger who's
eyes were still focused on the road. Even though he was driving he had a comforting grin on his face. We drove
home in a welcomed silence.
" Master Roger, Ms. Dorothy, you're home," Norman said as we entered the front door. " It's good
to see you as well Norman," Roger said to his old friend. " Oh, before I forget. You have a client upstairs," he said.
Roger nodded in consent before he went to his elevator to investigate his new client. We watched Roger as he
sauntered away. " Now that he's gone, would you mind telling me what all the fuss is about. I tried to ask Master
Roger but he wouldn't tell me. Surely you are not as secretive," he said with a pleading look in his eyes. I chuckled
a bit at his display. " I won't be so cruel Norman. The fuss is that I'm pregnant," I said. A knowing smile crossed
his old features. " I figured as much. I just wanted to make sure I was right. But even though I knew I was, I
began to prepare a room for your child," he said. I chuckle again. " I'm having twins," I said. A shocked
expression now appeared on his features. " Well now, that I wouldn't have suspected. What are you just standing
there for? You must eat!," he said taking me into the dining room.
I sat down at my usual chair as Norman brought out a plate of food. I smelled it a bit before I indulged
myself in his goodies. " As always you are the best Norman," I said. " Of course Mistress Dorothy," he said. I
turn my attention to him when I hear him regard me with as much respect as Roger. " Why the change in titles?," I
inquire. " Now that you are bearing my grandchildren, the name is necessary. There is no way Master Roger will
get out of marrying you now. I'll make sure of it. He is so stuck on the single life it's disturbing. He knows he
only loves you and will only love you," he said. I blushed at his comment. " I don't want to force him," I said. " You
won't. I'm sure he's plotting something now," he assured. I nod in agreement.
Norman was about to head back into the kitchen until I stopped him. " Norman, who is Roger's new
client?," I asked. " She said her name was 'Angel'," he said walking into the kitchen. At the sound of her name
my anger began to flare. 'Angel,' I thought. Her name only meant trouble. It always did. I remembered that a while
back she tried to win the affections of Roger. I begin to eat but the food doesn't taste as savory now that I know
she's around. I just hope Roger has given up on his bachelor ways.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As I head upstairs on my elevator I realized that I forgot to ask Norman who my client was. I comb my
hair a little from it's disheveled look. 'I guess I'll find out on my own then,' I thought. I exit the elevator stepping
into the meeting room. By the window a woman stood with her back toward me. She had blonde hair and two
scars on each side of her back by her shoulderblades where wings could've been. The only person who fits this
description is a beautiful young woman I met during my many adventures with Big O.
I stop a foot away from her. " Angel or what other name do you go by these days?," I said. She chuckled
dryly before turning around. " I go by the name of Melanie Cross, but you can always call me 'Angel'," she said in
a sultry voice. I ignore her tone and sit down on my couch. She joins me after a moment. " Well, names aren't
really important to me right now. What do you want?," I asked. " What happened to the sweet talker?," she asked.
" He grew up. Now what do you want or do I have to ask you to leave?," I asked. She chuckled again. " Business
before pleasure I see. I can live with that. My boss wishes to see you regarding a personal matter that I have not
been informed of," she said. I smile now. " He can't ever do shit himself. Well, that's fine with me. What time
does he wish to talk?," I asked. " About one thirty tomorrow if you can manage it," she said. I nodded in consent.
She rose from the couch and I did the same. " I look forward to seeing you tomorrow Roger," she said.
I frown. " I wish I could return the comment," I said bitterly. " And why can't you?," she asked. " Because
whenever you're around it means trouble for me," I said. She laughed. " Now that is kind of true but no matter
what you say I'll still look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Goodbye Mr. Smith," she said as she left down the
elevator. I began to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. 'Why do I think something bad is about to happen?,' I
ask myself. I brush it off to head downstairs to my expecting..., I stop for a moment. 'What is Dorothy to me? I
want her to be my wife. To be my girlfriend is so typical,' I think to myself. I ressume walking down the steps
with a new agenda set. Tomorrow after my meeting with Angel's boss, I will head to the best jeweler in the
city for an engagement ring for Dorothy.
TBC.......
End chapter 3. Thank you guys for the reviews. I really appreciate them. And for people who are beginning to
panic because Angel showed up don't. Nothing will blossom with Roger and her. Keep reviewing the story so
I can see if everyone still loves it 'kay! ~LS~