(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 17: Ultrasound

"WHAT?! NO!" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"You just fell down a ladder, miss, and I think..."

"Just say Gail, and I'm completely fine!"

I showed them that all of my limbs were working, even though I knew I would get some small bruises here and there.

"See? Nothing's wrong! No need for any hospitals!"

Michaela tapped my shoulder and leaned close.
"Errhm... I think maybe you should listen to the dude. If you really are nicely marinated, I think you should check how the roast is."

Both me and Emanuel stared at him.

"What?! I'm speaking metaphorically! You've got a bun in the oven, and it might be...not yeasting properly...after..."

"You..." I said, glaring at her, trying to find a way to tell her the reason why we couldn't go to any hospital or similar things.

If only Michael was here...

"NO HOSPITALS!" I yelled, scaring the crap out of all three of them by my sudden outburst. I was freaking out, and in more ways than one. Firstly, I was scared shit if the two Cubans found out about who we really were. Second, I had no idea how to handle Michaela! She was living in a bubble for herself, and didn't know squat about our situation. And believe me when I say that she was actually the last person on the surface of the Earth, I wanted to tell!

The third reason, Gail... Don't forget the most important reason. You're completely freaking out because you're pregnant and there might be something wrong with the little one.

"FAAAACK...!" I groaned loudly.

"Shit! Are you gonna puke again?!"
Michaela jumped up from her chair, and ran over to a cupboard further away.

"No, dollface! I'm not gonna puke! I just..."

I hesitated when Michaela walked over to Emanuel, and whispered something in his ear, and felt confused when both of them nodded.

"You're scared of hospitals, aren't you?" she said with a frown, and I was just about to object, when something stopped me.

That's actually a good idea, Gail! Pretend that you're terrified of hospitals. Then you don't have to explain everything to Michaela, risking that she would ruin everything.

"N-YES!" I bursted out, almost clapping my hands in relief for the possibility to postpone the reality orientation that eventually had to come.

"Aaawe, sweetie! You don't need to be scared. I'll be there! I'll even hold your hand, even though I really think you should call Mr. Secret Babyfather, and make him step up for his responsibility. You can't just knock someone up and then..."

"IT'S COMPLICATED, OKAY?! Seriously, Michaela! Back off. Just... No hospitals, okay?"

I heard Ennio and Emanuel talking behind us again, and then Emanuel cleared his voice to get my attention.

"We might have a solution for you."

He blushed a little bit, then continued.

"Our veterinarian has got an ultrasound device..."

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Later that day, a small, chubby man dressed in a green coat, was knocking on their door. He put a suitcase with stethoscopes, syringes, tubes, bandaids and other necessities a veterenarian needs, on the floor, and a white, oddly shaped box on top of the table, with a probe attached to it. He was talking like a machine gun. But it wasn't bullets that came out of it, it was... Words. Millions of them. And I didn't understand a single one. Luckily, Ennio and Emanuel was there the whole time. Oh, and Michaela too, since she was the... father. But even Emanuel and Ennio seemed to struggle a bit to keep up with the veterenarian, probably because of the medical jargon. Emanuel had given up translating as he spoke, and instead looked like he tried to take mental notes to tell me later. And after about half an hour, and several questions in addition, at the end, the veterinarian left, and I was more anxious than ever.