"Funny story," she said, not taking on a tone of amusement at all as she gripped onto Bertram's hands, unable to look him in the eye because if she did, then she would have to seriously consider what could actually be going on here. Her healers had told her that her due date wasn't official, that she should take it easy from now on, but this was not cool. This was not cool. Not cool at all! "I think I may be having----"
Nope. Couldn't say it. Bertram was going to have to figure it out all on his own because Bianca was not going to admit that she may be in you-know-what because that meant that in a few hours she would be having a baby and a baby would have to come home with her and then she'd have to be a mum and what the fuck did she know about being a mother? Amissa bossed her around most of the time, what was she going to do with a baby that couldn't tell her what to do?
"You know. Those---things that---happen," she stuttered, letting out a shaky, shaky breath, "But for real. For real, this time because these just----are real, they're real." How she knew these were real was beyond her, but Bianca guessed it was the absolute feeling of terror that stuck her at this moment that hadn't before in her previous false alarms.
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