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Warning: There are a few intimate situations in this chapter that others may not feel comfortable reading. Just a warning.
Verification
"Eeew. That's, like, so icksome, Rogue."
Rogue, who at the moment was bending over the toilet, sharply snapped her head around to face the disgusted valley girl leaning against the bathroom railings behind her. "Kitty, can ya be of some help and hold mah hair?!" she shouted. Rapidly, she slapped the palm of her hand over her mouth and turned back around to face into the toilet.
Not wanting to face the moody southerner's wrath, Kitty conformed to her friend's request. "So grumpy," she teased playfully. "Anyways, when are you going to talk to Mr. McCoy about your pregnancy?" Idly, she began to braid the brown and white locks of her friend's hair together.
Using the sleeve of her green sleeve, netted blouse to wipe away the remains of breakfast from her full lips, Rogue sat down on top of the porcelain toilet seat and unraveled the plait. She then rested her chin in both of her hands. Shadowcat crossed her arms over her chest and raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting for her cohort to respond. Rogue sighed and blew a wisp of hair away from her gleaming, emerald eyes. "Ah don't know. Ah was thinkin' of maybe hidin' it until Ah started to show."
"Rogue, I hate to, like, tell you this, but you're already starting to poke out ... slightly, I mean. And besides, your morning sickness is, like, getting worse. Not to mention you've been really tired lately, which results in extra Danger Room sessions, which is totally beginning to wear on the others nerves. What if something's wrong? You, like, need to see Mr. McCoy," she said firmly.
"If ya gonna keep botherin' meh about it, fahne. Ah will, Ah guess."
Kitty beamed blissfully over her victorious battle. But that cheerful grin immediately turned into a frown as Rogue hurried to get back down on her knees, flipped the toilet seat to its upright position, and began to regurgitate again, to both their dismays.
"Gross."
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Hesitantly, pale, white knuckles hammered against the cold, hard metal door that concealed Hank McCoy's lab from the rest of the world and the menacing inhabitants of the Xavier Institute---mainly the New Recruits. The hushed squeaks and shuffles of Dockers walking across the linoleum ground were heard before Hank looked through the small eyehole he had drilled into his door. He unbolted the door and opened it just enough so he could slip through the small crack. "Yes, Rogue? May I help you?" he asked, slowly closing the door behind him.
'Let's hope this goes well,' she thought as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "Ah need ta talk ta ya about somethin'."
"Well, my dear, is it a medical concern?"
She nodded her head.
"Then, will you grace me with your presence by following me to the med bay?"
Again, she nodded her head.
With his giant blue paws, Beast gestured for Rogue to trail behind him down the many hallways of the mansion. Finally, they came across the infirmary's thick, double glass doors. Beast pushed one of the doors ajar and allowed Rogue to walk in first and pick a soundproof room for her examination.
She sat down on the patient's folding cot and absentmindedly swung her legs over the side as if she was a little child again, given a lollipop because of her superior behavior. Sadly, that wasn't the case.Hank turned a chair around and sat down to direct his gaze towards Rogue. Gently, he took off his glasses and wiped them off. "So," he started casually. "What do you need to talk to me about?"
"This is confidential, right?"
"I promise not to tell a soul, but that does not mean word won't get out. The Professor and Jean are telepaths, you know? Now, what do you need to tell me?"
She took in a deep, calming breath. "Ah'm ... pr-pre-pregnant," she pronounced slowly.
Hank massaged his brow, obviously disappointed with the mutated being in front of him. "Rogue, in the immortal words of Shakespeare: 'It is not enough to speak, but to speak true."
A grim expression spread over her face as she realized that one of her most trusted teachers didn't take her word as truth. "Mr. McCoy, Ah am tellin' the truth," she insisted.
Beast nodded. From the top drawer of the counter behind him, he pulled out a small box and handed it to her. "I want you to take this pregnancy test, just to confirm your suspicions. All you need to do is urinate over the stick. If there are two lines, you are indeed with child," he directed her.
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A few minutes elapsed before Rogue returned with the stick in her hand. She passed it over to the scientist and let him examine it. He looked up at her with disbelief and mouthed the word, "How?"
"Ah really don't know."
"When was your first clue?" he asked.
"Um, a week ago Ah missed mah ... mah, ya know."
"Okay. When was your last period?"
She counted on her fingers. "Five weeks ago."
"At this point," he told her, "you're roughly six weeks pregnant. I'm going to treat this like a regular exam for a pregnant woman, which includes taking your blood pressure, height, weight, and additionally, checking your limbs for varicose veins or swelling. You'll also need a pelvic exam and a Pap smear test to check for any contagion or cervical cancer, but I'll schedule that for next week. And lastly, I would like you to come back two days from now---on Thursday---so I can perform a level one ultrasound, alright?"
"Okay."
With that, Beast began to perform the normal procedures and recorded all of this data onto Rogue's health chart that was currently pinned up to his clipboard. After what seemed like forever, the assessment was over. He then escorted her out of the infirmary, but not before asking her one final question.
"I am disappointed with you, Rogue, but I will not hold it against you. But there's something I need to know? Who is the father?"
She gulped and dryly answered. "His name is Remy ... Remy LeBeau."
- Please don't hurt me. Like I said before, I've been really busy with school and stuff, not to mention researching all this information on pregnancy. I'm sorry. Anyways, here's chapter five. Hope you enjoyed it. With any luck, Remy will be in the next chapter, but I can't promise. I'll try to write again soon. Also, I disclaim Dockers. xmengirlzrule. -
