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A/N: There will probably be only one or two more chapters. I'm afraid that I'll abandon this if I don't end it soon. And I've already written an epilogue. Hopefully this isn't a bad thing.
Sorry that this chapter is so terribly short.
Thursday, January/9/1975
Dear Diary,
Okay, what I said about falling in love with her might not exactly be true.
I just can't think of another explanation for all of this. For some reason, I don't get annoyed at her anymore. Even though I should be angry with her and kick her out. I'm starting to care about her.
Today, at breakfast, she mentioned not wanting to go to work today.
"Well, technically, you don't have to," I told her.
"What do you mean? Ms. Brewster will fire me if I miss too many days! I can't lose my job."
I sighed. "That job is practically pointless. You aren't even really making enough money at that job anyway. Well, not enough to truly support yourself. If we actually had to pay rent or something we couldn't survive on that. Just quit the job until the kid is born."
"How will we buy food, then?" she asked.
"We don't need too. Mags and Riff left enough supplies to last over a year," I reminded her.
"Okay."
It seems like she's uncomfortable making decisions on her own. Before she broke up with Brad, somebody else always advised her in everything. Going by what little I know of her childhood, I'd say that her parents sheltered her far too much. A month or so ago she mentioned her mother picking out her school electives and after school activities.
I'm pretty sure she relied on various friends- mainly this one girl named Betty- after she'd left home. And soon enough she also depended on a certain guy (her ex-fiancé Brad) she'd met in high school.
Now I'm the person who tells her what to do and helps her too much. Oh God.
Once we'd both finished eating breakfast, she called Ms. Brewster and explained that she wanted to 'resign from her position as librarian'. Apparently that took a while to finalize. Poor Ms. Brewster is awfully worried about Janet, and Janet is trying to avoid admitting that she's pregnant.
While she was still on the phone, I went to the room full of old technology and medical supplies. Riff left all of my medical records there. Since he had taken tons of notes when I was pregnant, I decided to look for them.
Hopefully those notes could help us somehow.
Since Janet is so freaked out about being unmarried and pregnant, I doubt I could get her to go to a doctor. And I'm pretty sure that, if a doctor realized that her baby wasn't totally human, they'd freak out.
We don't want any trouble.
Once I'd found a few folders of relevant notes, I went back to the kitchen.
To my surprise, I found her chatting cheerfully with Robby of all people (robots?). I didn't think they were even friends. It seems like they are now.
I cleared my throat, attempting to alert them of my presence. It worked, of course.
"I've got a few folders of notes Riff took when I was pregnant," I said, holding up the folders for them to see.
"When were you pregnant?" Janet asked darkly. "And where's the baby?"
"It was ages ago…" I muttered. I really didn't want to say much about it.
"Miss Columbia's baby was killed by a stun-laser gun that Frank shot her with," Robby explained.
"Oh," Janet said quietly.
And so, we went through the papers. Soon enough we began taking notes on everything. I think all that made Janet much less nervous about everything. Poor girl's been really upset lately…
She's still somewhat distressed about everything. Who could blame her?
Tonight I'm letting her sleep in my bed. Apparently she's been getting scared at night, because she's so worried about everything. Hopefully she'll feel better with someone's arms around her.
- Columbia (a friend)
Wednesday, July/10/1975
Dear Diary,
At this point, everything is going pretty well. That's why I haven't written anything in ages.
Janet is due in about a month, though I think we'll be fine. We've been setting up a nursery for the kid over the past few months. Now it's pretty much ready.
Since we don't have the resources to figure out if it's a boy or a girl, we decorated the place in a lavender and light green. That's pretty unisex, I'd say.
Going by Riff extensive notes (and Robby's even more extensive internal database), I'll be able to nurse the children thanks to my somewhat recent pregnancy. That probably won't be necessary, though.
Though I seem to be falling for Janet (a feeling which doesn't seem to be unrequited), I try to suppress those feelings. Yes, we shared a few kisses (and practically more than kisses before she was visibly pregnant).
But I've tried to avoid dwelling on all that.
I'm thinking about getting a job once the child is born. That might make things easier in some ways. Or so I think.
Oh dear. I hear Janet and the robot debating names. Not good…
I'd better stop writing this and intervene before something bad happens. Last week she broke a really nice vase!
- Columbia (a future, female 'stand-in' father)
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