"You make a baby sound like an unpleasant mission directive."
The sick seemed to be subsiding and Emma took the opportunity to wipe her face and rinse her mouth before offering her hand to Scott so he could help her up.
"I'll go on comms, obviously. Pregnancy has a tendency to do terrible things with centers of gravity from what I've always seen. And, frankly, I don't feel like modifying my uniform. It's bad enough I've had to alter the top."
She paused.
"This really isn't something you want. A child, I mean." She knew very well his fatherhood track record just as she knew very well her own...failures as a 'mother' figure. The Hellions crossed her mind again, bitterly, painfully.
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