"You wanna check on it with me?" I ask him and he gives me a half smile. We both stand and make our way to Donnie's lab. On our way we pass one of the newer rooms. We put it in when April and Donnie had their baby. Now she's about five years old. Her name is June. Casey also has a child though he married another human. We enter the lab and walk over to the far corner to see the glass case/incubator thing. Inside is a box full of hay. Gently resting on the hay is a white egg with green and blue speckles on it. The glass case has tubes attached to it to keep it the right temperature and ventilate it.
"You see. It's ok." I say
"I wish we knew if it was a boy or a girl. That way we wouldn't have to say 'It' all the time" Mikey says placing his elbows on the table and leaning close to the glass.
"Yah." I do the same. Someone enters behind us and we turn around.
"Hey guys. Guess what." Donnie says walking over to the data pad collecting information about the egg.
"What?" we say in unison
"There was activity last night." Mikey's and my jaws drop to the ground. And he continues as if he just told us we were having pizza for dinner. "It's probably going to hatch soon. Really soon." we both look back at the egg. And then Mikey blurts out;
"Does that mean you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" almost jumping with joy.
"Yes actually. Do you want to know?" he says leaning against the counter.
"Yes!" we both yell in sink. He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a the giggles of his almost five year old daughter.
"Daddy! Daddy! I'm awake now!" she runs in and wraps her arms around his legs. She has red hair resembling her mother and light green skin liker her father. Donnie reaches down and picks her up.
"Yes you are you little cutie." he says rubbing his nose on hers and she continues to giggle.
"Well?" I ask grabbing his attention.
"Oh right. The gender of your unhatched child." he looks back at his screen and carefully places his daughter on the ground. "It's a. . ." he pauses. "Are you sure you don't want it to be surprise. Maybe you should pick a name for each gender first." Mikey gets on the ground and begs
"Please don't make a father suffer! Just tell me!"
"First of all you're not a father yet." I say helping him stand up "and second of all i think it might be fun to let it be a pressurize." he gives me a big frown but says
"Yah I guess you're right. They'll be hatching soon anyway. We can think of names!" he starts getting excited.