"Results coming through shortly." Says Jumba, typing at the computer some more. I'm sat at the side, sticky, suction cup like things on my head, chest and stomach. He's seeing what's wrong with me. Apparently, I'm not designed to throw up. Well, something's up, then! Yaarp's here beside me, stroking my paw. Aw! I didn't know he cared that much!
"Naga Baja Mageebo." He whispers to me, continually stroking my paw. I give his hand a squeeze.
"Here are results." Says Jumba, hitting a button forcefully. A whole page of Turian words appear on the screen. He nods to himself, 'uh-huh'-ing, looking down the screen. He stops, mid-'huh'. He highlights it to be sure. Uh-oh.
"Well, is very surprising!" he explains, putting his hand to his forehead. "Your health is perfect, your recording organs are fine and the baby is doing well." Oh, what a relief! I though I w-
…
What.
Did.
He.
Say?
He didn't just say baby, did he? No, he couldn't have.
"D- Did you just say…?" I ask, stunned. He turns to me and nods, grinning.
Whu-?
So…
So…
I'm… p- p- pre- pregnant?
Ta-tata-tata-ta-ta!!!!! Finished with a cliffhanger!!!!! That's it from this story, read the other stories to find out what happens! (Unless I get erm, say… 20 reviews from different people asking to continue. I'm not counting repeated reviewers!)
