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Shego was neurotic to hear the doctor's word. She was more than pleased that Drakken had set up an appointment. Now she just had to have a bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Killigan and Drakken were both wrong. Or was she? She honestly felt it was she. Yet if she remained positive maybe. . . The door opened and Shego was startled. "Ms. Lipsky? I have your results for you." "Actually... Drew and I aren't married." She informed the doctor in a matter-of-face tone. She absoulutly HATED when people made this mistake. The doctor's face looked startled, he quickly asked her if she wished to have Drakken present. Shego profoundly refused. "I'd prefer him to continue sitting on his fat ass, reading that old magazine in the waiting room." She retorted. The doctor chuckled somewhat and asked her to sit down. "For one thing, Ms . . . erm . . . Shego, you are officially pregnant." Shego hung her head in shame and didn't say anything. She had known this was approaching. "Is the father Drew?" Shego murmured to the doctor in uncertainty. The doctor nodded. Shego was now dead silent for this was her nightmare come true. "I have something even more important I must, must, tell you." Shego's eyes widened. 'More bad news I suppose.' "It's a pretty critical hypothesis," The doctor continued, "It's best I tell you early so you have time to think this over." The doctor was still trying to put off what he wanted to say. Shego felt a lump in the very back of her throat. "Well?" She asked impatiently. The doctor looked uneasy. "We've run tests, many times, and we have some... doubts." "Doubts?" Shego asked completely spaced out. 'What in the hell?' "Yes, I know it's terrible," He took her hand and squeezed it, "But, You CANNOT have a baby You are physically incapable." He finished his eyes serious still focused on her certain shock. "What?" "Well, at first we were concerned about your morning sickness starting so very early. Three weeks. That COULD be normal, but we investigated as we would any other patient." He explained. Shego nodded hassled. This was not the way she wanted her life to be. "It appears you have a history in fighting right?" "I mastered just about every form of marshal arts known." She said proudly. Shego was always happy to admit her skill. "Have you fought Kim Possible?" Because the doctor was an employee of Hench CO he was very familiar with the teen hero. "Yeah, thousands of times." "Injured by her ever?" Shego nodded and started to show him multiples of scars on her body. "It also indicated that you've never had a very balanced diet." "Jail food isn't one of my favorites. I usually skip meals until I break free." "Well, we've found some serious internal injuries and we have to tell you now. The risk of you and your baby dying during labor is extremely high. The decision is yours of course, you can get an abortion done, or take the risk. It's your call Ms. Shego." The doctor smiled frailly and shook her cold hand. She didn't return the shake. Her hands were trembling and her lips were pressed tightly together. She uttered softly, "Okay." The doctor smiled at her and began to exit. Shego noticed his smile slowly vanish into a frown as he shut the door, leaving her alone in his office.
It took her a moment to compose herself. It was a very concise conversation with a ton of information. She sighed. 'I can't have a baby? I wasn't planning on keeping him . . . or her, but what if I want to have a child later? In all honesty, I've come to love this little joy growing inside of me. It's kind of cool.' She lingered in the office a bit longer. She should have departed by now, but she wasn't anxious to tell Drakken the news. On the doctor's desk were photographs. The doctor had a family. A big large family bustling with people. Elderly grandparents, a very large-stomached woman with the doctor himself. Children were scattered throughout the picture. All ages too. Even so, the parents looked fairly young. So very happy. A large happy family, something she really would never have. Shego pushed some papers aside and found more photos. One of just his three children. All boys they were. She turned over the paper to read the names: Avery, Ryan, and Auron. Christmas 2002. Something was wonderful about the smallest child Auron. He had such an innocent cherubic face. The other two boys were older and getting into mud and grime. The eldest child had the other child wrestled to the ground! But something seemed so sweet about that little boy. She could almost hear his laughter. Just one single photo gave her memories that she never would come to know.
Suddenly she heard knocking on the door. "Doctor? Are you in here?" It was that ditzy blonde nurse Shego had spotted earlier. Swiftly folded the photo and slipped it out of sight. "I'll take this with me." She whispered. She emerged from the door and kept running past the nurse. She had whizzed by the nurse so fast that she had been mistaken as the doctor. "No, wait!" she called to Shego.
Shego smiled and pulled open the door to the waiting room and almost immediatly Drakken lifted his head from his magazine. "How is my son?" He asked. Shego blinked and began, "Well . . ."
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