Doctor, Doctor
Hitomi felt terrible. It had been nine months since the wedding. She was constantly eating, had gotten exceedingly fat within the last year and felt terrible about herself. She felt so bad about herself that she was constantly throwing up at least five times a week. She knew she was pregnant, but she was scared to tell Van.
What would he think?
So she faked headaches.
Van called Dr. Millerna Aston to come see what was wrong with her. Van was very concerned, as he had no idea what was going on.
Dr. Aston found Queen Hitomi in her own room, looking like she was a living corpse.
"Are you all right, Queen Hitomi?"
"Heavens, no. I've been barfing almost everyday; I'm drinking fluids like a fish, I gained about thirty, forty pounds and I have the weirdest cravings for food."
"How long has this been going on?"
"About eight, nine months."
"Did you have your time-of-the-month after the wedding?"
"Heavens, no," she said.
"It's ridiculously obvious, Hitomi. You're pregnant. And you should've told someone sooner, especially me. Now there's a greater risk of something going wrong!"
Hitomi's eyes grew to the size of grapefruits and her jaw dropped like an anvil at fifteen thousand feet.
"What will I tell Van?"
"Tell him at a private moment. Or I can tell him for you."
"Get Van in here," Queen Hitomi said. "Two heads are better than one."
Soon, the king entered the room.
"What's the problem, doctor?
"Hitomi is suffering from something that is quite common after a blissful wedding night."
"What is it?"
Hitomi sat up, with a hopeful look in her eyes.
"Sweetie, we're having a baby."
It hit Van like a ton of bricks. He practically passed out cold on the floor.
"Well, when is the baby coming?"
"Any day now, Van," Dr. Aston said. "I'd better stick around and deliver the baby myself."
Van had hit the floor at I'd.
Dr. Aston looked at the king who was on the floor.
"Oh dear, I was hoping that wouldn't happen."