“He thinks the eggs shifted,” Killian stated, almost too pointedly, making him think he’d fallen into a trap.
Cyrus frowned. “We should have the doctor check.”
“There is no reason to bother Ruby about this, they are just moving into position for laying.”
The Fate sighed. “Ender, no matter how small the change is, we have to look into it.”
“I agree,” Killian cut in before he could respond. “We should get you checked out. On top of you feeling as if something has changed, there was a lot of excitement yesterday. And it’s always better to be cautious. Not to mention, Dr. Corradetti thoroughly warned us that Gorgon pregnancies are precarious at best.”
Fucking big mouth doctor!
Ender glared over his shoulder at the Siren, his eyes narrowing further on seeing the smug expression on his face. “You were just waiting for him to come in to argue the point, so you’d have someone here that agreed with you!”
“Would I do that?” The smug smile spread.
“Yes!”
Killian chuckled. “You’re right, I would. Now, up we go.”
“Unhand me! I’m not going!” Ender squawked, as the Siren hefted him into a sitting position without warning.
Cyrus snorted. “You either go there on your own two feet, or be carried princess-style through the compound, your choice.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Ender glared at anyone they passed as he was carried princess style to the doctor’s office—the audacity of thesemen!
He’d screamed and complained, up until reaching the lift, when he realized that no one would dare try to free him, and he was just alerting and gathering more around to witness this debacle.
Ruby was there waiting for them, opening the door to pediatrics. They followed her back to an examination room. Ender just continued to glare as Cyrus carefully sat him down on the exam chair.
“Don’t move,” Dr. Corradetti reminded him, as the now very familiar ball once again lit up to scan him.
“I know,” he huffed grumpily.
After a few moments had passed, and the scans were all taken, Ruby announced, “It’s time. I imagine you’ll lay any day now. Likely sometime over the next week, or the week after.”
“I thought I had another month?” Ender straightened up, frowning as he eyed the screen. The images were black and white, and his children were looking cozy in their eggs. Both were in Gorgon form, and one of his sons’ faces was mostly hidden by his slithering snake hair. While still small, he supposed they did look ready to come out.
She chuckled. “Well, your latest fit seems to have sped shit up.”
“It was not a fit!”
Ruby stared.
He glared pointedly.
She smiled, so he glared harder.
Her smile just became wider as she gleefully said, “Nest rest, and I’d suggest you stay in your Gorgon form from now on. To make it easier when the time comes.”
“Fuck that!”
“Ender…” Cyrus sighed.
Killian swallowed hard,as fear started to twist his stomach.
Ender was going to give birth… It was time. At least, it would be soon. But…nest rest? Did that mean something was wrong?Wassomething wrong?!
