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“Do it.” I said, daring her. “You'll be screwing yourself over once again.”
She needed me more than she realized. “With me, you're fucked. Without me, you're still fucked.”
She sighed and rose to her feet. “Alright. I'll go search this wasteland.” she said, hitting a button on the wall, lowering an exit ramp in the back.
I sat up holding my knee. “What about me? I'm fucking bleeding here to death.”
“I snagged a bag from you when I grabbed you up. I checked for weapons but it's full of food and first aid.” she said walking down the ramp. “It's by the toilet. Knock yourself out.” she said, leaving the ship.
I took a deep breath and lifted to my feet, putting all of my weight on my uninjured leg. I limped to the small restroom and saw the small bag that Babe had packed for me. I picked it up and unzipped it finding no first aid. Instead I found a few snacks and a fucking pregnancy test.
What the fuck did she put that in their for? What the hell was Babe assuming? Then again the aching and the vomiting that was going on through-out the last few days, one would have had to wonder. I opened the pregnancy test and sat on the toilet with the test module. I urinated on it and left it on the sink. I sat on the toilet for ten minutes, praying to God that I wasn't pregnant with that motherfucker's baby. I couldn't believe I didn't take note of what happened up there. The guy had nothing to lose and given the fact that Lucas and I had given him a hard time before departing Sonne Graol, this must have been karma's way of presenting to me his parting gift. But maybe I was just thinking too hard and I had to keep in mind that she just bought me this on a mere assumption.
I snatched the test stick from the sink and glanced. My heart rate increased, and I tossed the stick away.
“Holy fuck, I'm pregnant.”
I was holding my stomach as I approached the ramp. I was somewhat shaking. How do I tell the woman who was once my soul mate; turned enemy; turned stranded advisory that I was going to be having a baby and if we're stuck here long enough, I would've been delivering here at what looked to be a extremely dry desert. The sky was dark gray and heavy clouds were forming, with the sounds of rumbling coming from them. There was nothing but a mountainous desert, caught in the birth of a sand storm. I spotted Linda running back to the ramp.
“There's a storm coming.” she called out. I saw her face change as she looked at me holding my stomach. “Why are you holding your stomach?” she came closer to me. “I didn't hit you there.” she laughed.
“I'm glad you didn't.”
“Why?”
“Because I'm pregnant.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Genevi Engle is an independent science-fiction/fantasy writer and screenwriter. His other works include Zheroes and The Price Of Immortality. He lives in Illinois with his wife Catrina, and his two boys, John and Noah and his daughter Elizabeth.