Chapter 2:
"What are you thinking about?" Someone whispered in his ear. He had been staring out the window long enough to concentrate on the left over rain drops rather than clearing his mind of worries.
"I love you, and I love Alexa," he said turning to smile at her. She returned it while placing herself on his lap. This was one of the very few times since the baby was born that he was actually in his wheelchair. "I found a former Manticore genetic technician that is willing to take a look at you." He gave her a soft gentle yet inorganic smile.
"How did you manage that? I figured they'd all be off to Canada by now." She wasn't looking at him anymore. Her eyes were fixated on the floor.
"After the world got used to transgenics being just another race in the world former Manticore employee's were able to come out of hiding. Well…for the most part," he told her running his fingers through her hair with one hand and pulling her close with the other. "Our appointment is tomorrow. Think you can make it?" She gave him a light smile before getting up and walking away.
"Mr. Cale?" The technician came into the room calling a name from a clip board. The place she was running looked like a real clinic for the freaks she had help create. X-series and transhumans were just sitting around reading magazines like an ordinary did in the waiting rooms build to take care of them.
"Max Guevara." She stood up to shake the woman's hand. "This is my daughter, Alexa, and her father, Logan." Her eyes never moved off the lady in front of her. She almost couldn't believe that Logan wanted her to trust the same kind of person that had kept her prisoner, and aided in the torture of most of the people that meant anything to her.
Right after the brief introduction they were moved into a typical doctor's office area. "I was told that your seizers have gotten worse since you gave birth."
"Actually it was my pregnancy," she said handing the baby over to Logan who went to go sit in a corner.
"Were you taking any medication prior to your pregnancy?"
"Yes. I was taking a pill twice a day to isolate a virus that was implanted into my RNA in order to attack Logan's DNA if we ever made contact," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"What happen to the virus after that?"
"We think that when I got pregnant the virus was isolated and attacked by the rest of my body in order to protect my baby. That's just a theory. We're really not sure."
"Have you been taking the tryptophan?" The technician barely even looked at Max through the entire conversation. Instated she became hypnotized by her clip board.
"Loads. It's not really working." Max kept looking back at Alexa and Logan to make sure they were still there. She didn't trust this place.
"I suggest you stop taking the tryptophan. You're body is now producing milk, and by taking the tryptophan your getting too much. Try that for a couple of days, and then get back to me if things aren't smoothing over." Max smiled forcefully and dragged Logan and Alexa out of the office.
"She was completely useless." Max said stumping her way up back up to the apartment.
"Would you like me to find someone else?" Logan asked solemnly. Ever since she had first gotten pregnant her temper flared like never before. He could do nothing but take the wrath he was pretty sure was bound to come.
"No…" she said shocking him. "I'm sorry. I just really don't like those people."
"I know. I'm sorry. I need to go to the market to get a few things for dinner," he stated handing her their daughter. Max took the sleepy infant, kissed Logan, and into their bedroom. She created a prison of pillows before placing her daughter down on the bed and walking to the bathroom. "I can't believe I'm doing this again…" she thought to herself. She pulled a small cold box out from behind everything in the bathroom cabinet under the sink. A single strip was pulled outs, wrapper taken off, and a huge wave of anxiety took over. Suddenly a few footsteps came and pushed the door open. "It's one or two lines?" he asked with a stern look of nothing but raw anger.