Eleven months passed since Ella and Deckard had changed their training methods and Ella was once again ready for anything just as she had been the day she arrived in Las Vegas.
The pair began their day like they did everyday but Ella felt different as they went into the club to train. She didn't say anything to Deckard because she couldn't describe it as she waited for the darkness in the room to be filled with neon lights.
The lights came up and Ella looked at them, her off feeling worsening as she did. Deckard appeared in the room and was surprised to see she hadn't moved from where she was when they walked in.
He walked up behind her and grabbed her waist from behind, putting her in a lock. Ella was shocked he'd already gotten the jump on her and at the same moment, she leaned forward still within his grasp and lost the oatmeal she'd had for breakfast on the floor.
Deckard let go once she began getting sick and moved to place a comforting hand on her back, "Are you alright?" he asked, looking at her with surprise across his face.
Ella finished and took a moment to catch her breath before she finally looked at him, "I don't know. I felt off but even after that I can't describe it. Is it ok if I go back upstairs and lay down?" she asked.
He nodded, "Of course," he agreed as he wrapped his arms around her, protectively, helping her up the stairs and into one of the chairs they usually sat it at night. "Can you describe how you feel at all? Have you ever felt this way before?" he asked, not trying to overwhelm her but also filled with concern.
Ella shook her head as she pulled her knees up to her chest in her seat, "I feel strange like something within me is not right," she tried to explain, "I didn't have my normal cycle this month which I thought was because I have been away for so long. What else could that mean?" she asked as she watched him close his eyes.
"I'll be right back," he replied, "We need something to see what's going on. Don't move and if you get sick again, try to use a trash can or something, ok?"
Ella laughed, "Yeah, I'll keep the floors clean," she said back, sarcastically getting a weak smile out of him before he left the room.
Deckard returned that afternoon and handed Ella a stick, "This is a pregnancy test. Do you know how to use it?"
"I'm not capable of bearing children," she replied but nodded as she saw the look on his face as she took the test from his hand, "I'll be back in a minute," she said as she walked away to take it.
Once she was finished, she walked back to Deckard so they could await the results together, "How did you know that this could even be possible?" she asked as she took a seat and stared at it, briefly looking away to see him.
"Let's save that story for after we find out what's going on," he replied as he looked at her, watching her watch the test.
After a few minutes, she picked up and saw a plus sign on it. She passed it to Deckard and he put it back down and stood, "This can't be happening again."
"Again?" she asked as she stood."
He paused and looked at her, realizing he was reacting unfairly. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes, "You're pregnant somehow and this isn't the first time I've gotten a replicant pregnant. The first time is the reason I'm left the force and went into hiding to begin with. I hid the child after she died giving birth and then I disappeared," he explained, watching her expression as she took in each piece of his story.
"What are we supposed to do? Can we raise a baby here? Do we need to find an even more remote place to hide?" she asked numerous questions as she tried to process what was going on.
Deckard pulled Ella into his arms so she could rest her head against his chest, smoothing her hair soothingly, "We'll figure it out but I can't lose you like I lost Rachel, I won't."
Ella tried to take deep breaths as she wrapped her arms around his waist, "I guess this is our second anniversary surprise," she said trying to lighten the mood. She didn't know if she was doing it more for herself or him.