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Warning: this chapter contains labcoat-ripping sex. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I freely admit to never having been pregnant before. The chronology may seem a bit off, but I’m not doing my research by reading books. I’m listening to my mother’s stories on what my siblings and I were like. It’s been over 16 years since her last pregnancy so I’m sure those tales have gotten a little tall (ok, very tall), but they’re funny. In a plot with this serious an undertone I need the funny.

The phone scene is funny (I hope) but it left me depressed for a good two days. Membrane’s mother is my mother, no exaggeration. In fact, I toned her down a little bit.

Remembering to switch pronouns was a bitch. It’s always a bitch.

Chocolate-peanut butter chicken is actually really good. But not when eaten in this manner.

When I was little my mother placed a curse on me: "May your children be as annoying, as demanding, and as frightening to you as you are to me!" That is the family curse.

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Chapter 3: The Family Curse

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Day 101: I’m showing. The child has grown so much my stomach has visibly bulged out. I’d wondered what this would look like. It looks terrible.

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Professor Membrane stood in front of a mirror in the laser lab on the second floor of the Membrane Labs building. She opened her labcoat and stared thoughtfully through her collared shirt. She threw her tie over her shoulder to get it out of the way and turned sideways. Sigh.

She stopped one of the researchers as he passed, a Dr. Wilson. “Wilson, I need an opinion.”

Dr. Wilson scratched his head in confusion. “Um, ok, sure. What is it?”

Membrane framed her stomach with her hands and looked in the mirror. “Do I look fat to you?”

Wilson froze. He had a wife and two kids. This question hit every warning bell he’d developed in his marriage. “No Sir, not at all.”

She inspected her reflection closer. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

Shit. The warning bells turned to Decfon One sirens. “No, I’m serious. You look good.”

“You sure? My belly isn’t huge?”

Foot, meet mouth. Yum. “You’re pregnant, Sir. You’re far along enough for the baby to show. It means the baby’s healthy.”

Membrane whirled around, eyes ablaze with fury. “How do you know about that?!”

As a credit to his courage, Wilson did not step back despite fearing for his career and life. “Sir, it’s common knowledge. Far too many of us are involved in this pregnancy.”

Membrane advanced, hands itching to wrap themselves around that pudgy neck. “How much does everyone know?”

Now, Wilson did back away.

“Well?!”

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Simmons walked into his own office to find Membrane at his desk. “Uh oh, what happened?”

Membrane looked up, eyes hard as stone. “Did you know that the entire staff of the Labs knows I’m pregnant?”

Simmons paused. He knew, but he thought she knew as well.

“Well? Did you?”

Simmons bowed his head. “Yes.”

“And when were you planning on telling me?”

Simmons looked up into Hell. “I thought you knew.”

Membrane shot up into a standing position. “And did it not occur to you that maybe what I’m doing shouldn’t be public knowledge? Well?”

Simmons felt really small. “All they know is you’re pregnant. They think it’s your sperm and a donor egg. I’m making sure they continue to think that. I thought you knew.”

She sighed and turned around to face the rear window. “What am I going to do with you?”

Simmons crept up behind her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.” He started to wrap his arms around her.

She threw his arms off. “Don’t touch me.”

Simmons stepped back, hurt. “Are you alright?”

Membrane whirled around. “No, I’m not alright! I’m fat and ugly and pissed off!”

Simmons bristled. “‘Fat and ugly?’ Who told you that?”

Membrane sobbed once. “No one, I just am!” She turned around and pouted out the window.

Simmons this time did manage to get his arms around her. “You’re not, in fact I think you’re beautiful.”

She leaned into his embrace. “You’re also an insane man in love with a pregnant transvestite.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect. Besides, I’m the one in love with you, it’s my opinion that matters most.”

“I thought it’s my opinion that matters given it’s my body.”

Simmons grinned. “If someone as beautiful as you can see ugliness in yourself, then you obviously can’t be trusted with your own self image.”

Membrane gave him a look. “Gee. Thanks.” She couldn’t have dripped more sarcasm off of that if she tried.

Simmons ignored it and kissed her. “You’re welcome.”

She smiled and kissed him back.

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Day 120: It has happened this time. The artificial womb has been integrated into my sensory network. I feel the child moving inside me, kicking and wriggling.

It’s an annoyance when I’m trying to sleep.

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Day 134: It has been theorized that a mother’s strongest cravings become her child’s most favorite foods.

Holy Hells, I hope not.

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Membrane laid on the couch, a place where she tended to spend a lot of her free time. Her stomach grumbled. “Oh no, you don’t.”

Grumble growl grumble.

“No, I am not doing that again.”

Dib punched her in the kidneys.

“No, and I mean it!”

Simmons walked into the office. “Should I ask?”

Membrane growled. “Dib wants it again. Never anything else, it’s always the same thing. It’s revolting, completely disgusting, but it’s all he wants. And if you dare start laughing I’ll make sure you wake up pregnant within the week.”

Simmons saw the sincerity behind the threat and tried desperately not to laugh. “Shall I call it in?”

“No! No, I refuse to give i-EEEEE!” Membrane screamed as Dib played a short sonata across the interior of her ribcage.

Simmons cringed as the laughter started cramping inside him. “When you give up I’ll have everything ready.” He walked out and bolted the moment the door latched closed. When he was far enough away he gave up and fell over laughing.

One of the secretaries found him lying on the floor, clutching his sides, right leg kicking randomly, gasping for air, laughing like a madman. “Sir?! Are you alright?”

Simmons rolled over and pounded the floor a couple of times. He calmed himself enough to answer. “Yes… yes I’m… I’m fine.” He got up, still grinning broadly. He shook his head and regained a serious look. “Please don’t tell the Professor.”

The secretary smiled. “Tell him what, Sir?” She walked off.

Simmons smiled again and sauntered off, whistling.

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Simmons was still whistling when he stopped at the nearby 24/7. The clerk gave him an exasperated look. “The Professor’ll be wanting it again, I presume?”

Simmons nodded. “What else?” He stopped in the back for a cherry brain-freezy and returned to find the goods on the counter waiting for him. “It’s all here?” He looked inside. “Yep. Fried chicken, chocolate syrup, and peanut butter. That’s it. Thanks.” He paid and left.

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The Professor was pouting when Simmons returned with the goods. “I don’t know why I agree to this. It’s disgusting. I think I’m gonna be sick.” She snatched the bags from Simmons and tore them open, poured the chocolate syrup into the peanut butter jar, dipped the fried chicken in the mixture, and took a big greasy bite. “I don’t know why I put up with it.” She glared down at her swollen belly. “Happy now?!”

Dib settled down and stopped squirming.

Membrane belched and covered her mouth. She swallowed painfully. “Ugh. Ungh…”

Simmons suddenly perked up, ready to spring for a bucket. “You’re not going to be sick again, are you?”

Membrane clamped her hand over her mouth again and stayed completely still. Time stopped until she gasped and pulled her hand away. “No, I’m, not. I refuse. There is no way I will allow myself to be sick again.”

Simmons stalked off and returned with the bucket. “Just in case.”

Membrane gave him a withering look. “Gee, I appreciate your vote of confidence.” She put the chicken bone down, paused for a few seconds, then leaped for the bucket.

Simmons tried to ignore the retching. “I think your body is tired of listening to your brain.”

Membrane sat up. “It’s listened to me for 26 years. Why should now be any different?” She gripped the bucket and threw up some more.

Simmons rubbed her shoulder as she heaved. “Perhaps because you’re commanding your body to do something it was never designed to do?”

“Oh don’t start this again.”

“I’m just saying--” He got an eyeful of the murderous look in Membrane’s eyes. “Fine. I won’t start. It won’t change the facts anyway.”

Membrane resisted dumping the contents of the bucket over Simmons’ head. But only just. “Why can’t I have normal cravings? Like apples or cheese puffs or ice cream or something?”

Simmons grinned, remembering the previous week. “Or root beer popsicles?”

“Hey, those were good. It wasn’t my fault the smell made the entire staff of the physics lab crave root beer for… how long was it?”

“I think they’re still trying to quench their thirst.”

“Ah, my evil plans are working.”

“Plausible deniability, Mem. I don’t wanna know.”

“Yeah you do, you just want the fun of figuring me out.”

Simmons opened the door. “Of course.” He left.

The sound of evil laughter followed him down the stairs.

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Day 155: It is the beginning of the sixth month of this pregnancy and most of the child’s internal development is complete. The next four months will be spent on growth and mental development.

I don’t know if I’ll survive this active a child.

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Membrane sighed as she sat on her bed. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, there was no possible way…

She did it. She picked up the phone receiver and dialed the number she dreaded the most.

“Hello, Mom?”

A high nasal voice burst through from the other end. “Membrane, my son! It’s been so long!” Mother got menacing. “Why haven’t you called?!”

Membrane cringed. “I’ve been busy Mom.”

“That’s no excuse! Unless of course you’ve settled down with some nice girl, then I might forgive you. When do I meet her?”

“Mom, there is no such girl.”

“Then what are you calling for?!”

“Maybe I should call back when you’re less motherly.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!!! Now then, how have you been?”

Membrane cringed. “Nevermind, forget I called.”

“Wait! I’m sorry Mem, it’s just that your father’s been an annoyance again, I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” Mother waited for him to take the bait.

“What’s Dad been doing now?”

“Well, your father’s been saying things about you again. You remember when you were little and liked to dress up in my clothes? Oh, you were so cute. At least until you were 6 and it started to become worrying. Well, your father has always ruffled my feathers by saying you’d have been better off as a girl and that you knew it. He started in on that again last night, but don’t worry, I told him off. After all, you’re a big strong man now, with a lovely deep voice! Ok so you’re a little lanky, but you’ll fill out.”

“Mom…”

“Oh, and you’ll find some nice girl and fall in love and have kids and you’ll stop this silly science thing and come move back with me because you’re my little boy, yes you are!”

Something in the Professor snapped. She’d put up with this woman all of her life and she was tired of it. “MOM!”

“Membrane, you don’t have to shout. What is it, boy? Speak up!”

Finally, Membrane would have her revenge. “I’m not your little boy anymore, Mom. I got a sex change. I’m in love with a man. I’m pregnant. And I will never leave science. Never!” He took a breath and reveled in the silence. “Dad was right about me, Mom. He was right all along.”

Mother found her voice. “But but…”

“I can’t say I’m sorry about bursting your little illusions but if it’s any comfort to you I will be giving birth to a son in 3 or 4 months. You’ll have your grandchild. I’m just not sure if he’ll have you as a grandmother. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and stormed out of her bedroom into the kitchen.

Ten minutes of searching yielded nothing. “Oh no, come on, there must be some alcohol in here somewhere! Please?” She hung her head. “How am I expected to live through talking to my mother without booze?”

The phone rang.

Membrane grabbed it and forced it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Membrane my b… uh, my child, I just heard the good news!”

Membrane visibly relaxed. “Hello Dad.”

“Your mother told me everything. Doesn’t seem too happy, not entirely sure why. I always knew you’d find happiness through something like this. You and Simon were always good and weird, perfect for developing little movers-and-shakers like yourselves.”

Membrane smiled. “I’m so happy you approve!”

“Of course, I approve! I’m your father.” Father whispered into the phone so his wife couldn’t hear. “Maybe it’s a good thing your son isn’t going to have a mother. I remember the nightmare your mother was to you.”

“Let’s not talk about that, Dad. I was actually hoping to ask her about something but I doubt she’ll speak to me for awhile yet.”

“I envy you. Anyway, maybe I can answer your questions.”

Membrane stretched the phone cord and plopped onto the couch. “I was hoping to find out what it was like for her when she was pregnant with me.”

Father settled down in his easy chair and ignored the pacing ranting and raving of Mother. “From what I remember you were a nightmare. She had all sorts of weird cravings and you were constantly moving. It started a good two months before that Dr. Spock guy ever thought it could. I remember sleeping with her in the middle of the night and being kicked in the spleen by you, your movements were so strong. Thank God you calmed down after you were born.”

Membrane slunk down and groaned. “Oh Hell no.”

“Active kid, huh?”

“That’s the understatement of the year. This kid’s been kicking me in the organs for over a month. I’ve been craving root beer popsicles and chocolate-peanut butter chicken. I swear, this kid’s gonna be born a concert pianist; he plays my ribcage like a keyboard every time I don’t give him what he wants. It’s a nightmare!”

“What’s wrong with root beer popsicles?”

“Well, nothing, but I’ve been craving them kinda solidly for a month. They’re getting dull.”

“Oh. Completely understandable.”

“What am I going to do?!”

“Ride it out, I guess. Your Mother said you have a man, that’ll help.”

“Wait, how will that help?”

“Son, when was the last time you had sex?”

Membrane waved an arm wildly in exasperation. “Why does everyone suggest sex?!”

Father sighed. “Because it works. It works wonders. It’s an absolute charm. And from what your mother told me you’re only allowed to have it for the next month. After that you’ll be too worried it might hurt the baby. Speaking of which, when will you be sending us ultrasound pictures?”

“Um… When I get one done, I guess.”

“Well hurry up and do it, I wanna see my grandson!”

Membrane laughed. “Don’t worry, Dad, you’ll see him.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to get off the phone before your mother flays me alive. I look forward to those ultrasounds.”

“Ok Dad. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

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Day 159: It’s been long enough. Hopefully the tears from surgery have healed.

I’m going to try this master cure everyone’s so adamant about.

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Simon Simmons sat at his desk in his office, pencil-pushing and completely bored. He desperately needed something, anything, to break the monotony of paperwork.

The door slammed open and shut. Membrane stood there, labcoat open, tie nowhere to be seen, top two buttons of her dress shirt undone. “Oh Simon, I’ve waited too long for this.” She dragged Simon’s chair away from the desk and straddled his lap. “I need you too badly.”

Simon leaned back in pleased shock. “Mem, are you sure about this?” He grabbed her waist. “I didn’t know you got implants.”

Membrane arched forward, burying his face in her new breasts. “Do you like them?”

He nuzzled her bosom. “Ooh, they’re so soft.” His hands drifted to her front and fell lower.

She gasped. “Oh Simon, I’m so wet. I-- I’ve never felt like this before. Show me what to do.”

Simon looked up into her uncertain eyes. “Whatever feels good, Mem. Just do whatever feels good.” He unhooked her slacks and reached inside.

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Simmons sat at his desk in his office, head in his arms, mumbling in his sleep. “Ooh Mem, you’re so ready…”

Professor Membrane stood not 3 feet away, leaning against a wall, arms crossed. She wasn’t sure whether to feel disturbed or amused. “Simon…”

“Mmm, Mem you don’t have t-- Oh yes, that’s so good... more…”

“Simon…”

“Yes, more oh yes YES!”

Membrane prodded him. “Simon!”

Simmons shot awake. “Mem!” He saw the raised eyebrow beside him and shrank. “Oh God.”

Membrane chose amused. “You talk in your sleep.”

He hid in his hands and tried to fade away. “I’m so sorry, I was asleep, you know as well as I do people can’t control what they dream…”

She laughed.

He looked at her in shock. “This isn’t funny, it’s mortifying!”

“For you maybe.”

Simmons pouted and turned away. He got up and stood in front of the window.

Membrane stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, Simon.” She wrapped her arms around him. “You’re right, that wasn’t funny. Forgive me?”

Simmons leaned back into her arms. “Maybe.”

She nuzzled his ear. “You know, I’m finally healed enough from that last surgery.”

“Hmm.”

“Everyone’s been trying to get me to try this sex thing. Perhaps your dreams will come true, just a little bit.”

“Hmm. Wait, what?”

Membrane gave him a seductive look.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, yeah.”

Simmons pulled out of her embrace. “Well I was hoping to do a whole romantic thing with roses and wine and--”

She put her finger over his lips. “Shh. I don’t need all that. All I need is for you to love me for who and what I am.”

Simmons wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. “I do love you, Professor Membrane.”

“Oh Simon…” She melted into his arms. “Will… Will you make love to me?”

Simmons looked around the room. “I was kinda hoping for a setting a little more comfortable.”

“There’s always the couch in my office.”

“I was hoping to do this in a bed.”

Membrane entwined her fingers in his hair. “Are you sure? It’s so cliché. And I don’t know how long this mood’ll last.”

They looked each other in the eye. “Couch.” They ran out the door and bolted up to Membrane’s office. They burst in and slammed the door behind them. Membrane threw Simon against the door and proceeded to ravage his mouth. Simon grabbed ahold of her shoulders and held on for dear life, whimpering for mercy.

Membrane came up for air. “I’ve never done quite this before.”

Simon smiled. “Shh, don’t worry about it. Just do whatever feels good.”

She grinned. “So if it feels good to point out how corny that line was in your dream--” She was silenced as Simon yanked open the top of her labcoat and licked her neck. She gasped. “Oh Hell Simon, do that again.”

Simon licked and sucked on her neck as he undid her labcoat, slipped it off, and tossed it in the direction of her desk. He loosened her tie and unbuttoned her shirt as he licked and sucked to the nape of her neck. He hummed. “Mem, you taste good…”

Membrane held him close, tried not to grab his head and force his lips back onto her. “Been in the organics lab all day… Mixing flavors for the Wonka company…”

Simon paused then removed her tie and undid her shirt. Safer down here then. He licked across her flat chest to her left nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

Membrane gasped and tried not to shriek. “Ooo, I never… knew…” She guided Simon to the couch and laid down, pulling him on top of her. She ground up into the erection pressing into her thigh.

Simon sat up and ripped his own labcoat open. “I’m going to make you feel so good Mem.” He undid his tie and shirt, tossing them in some random direction. He laid back down and reveled in the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Her stomach was in the way though. “Um, do you want to be on top?”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that might be best.” They switched positions and Simon took the opportunity to undo the hooks on his slacks. Membrane pulled them down for him and looked up to see the bobbing erection only inches from her face. “You still don’t wear underwear?”

Simon grinned seductively. “Of course not, feels constricting.”

Membrane ran a finger along the underside and watched him gasp. She licked the tip and immediately sat up and stuck her tongue out. “Bleh.”

Simon fingered her waistband. He found all the hooks of her slacks were already undone to make room for her stomach. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t like. You’re still wearing men’s clothes. Why?”

“Don’t wanna change that. Too many people give me weird looks anyway.”

He slipped her slacks off and let her stand up to fully take them off. “Don’t worry about what they think. Besides, that labcoat of yours will cover whatever you wear. Why, I bet you could go naked under that thing and no one would notice.”

“Yeah, I bet you’d love that.” She straddled his hips and moaned as his cock rubbed the outside of her sex. “Ooh, that feels good.” She ground against him.

Simon arched his back and moaned. “Do you wanna try…”

Membrane pulled off and looked at the erection below her. Did she really…

Well, might as well try it. She spread her legs and let his cock nudge against what she figured was the correct opening.

Simon gasped. “Oh Mem, you’re so wet… Your experiment was a success…”

She closed her eyes, held her breath, and forced herself down in one quick motion. And tried not to scream. She bit her lip as tears welled up.

Simon stayed his hips, held them still. “Are you alright?”

She held back a whimper. “Too… fast…”

He grabbed her hips. “Do you want me to--”

Her eyes shot open. “No! No, just stay here, let me get used to it.”

He ran his hands all over her hips, her belly, her rear. “Relax, it’ll be easier if you relax.” He spoke nonsense words of relaxation and love to her as he waited.

She listened to his voice and willed herself to relax. She was cramping in muscles she knew she hadn’t had 3 months ago and she didn’t know how to loosen them. She lifted onto her arms and lowered herself again. That one didn’t feel so bad. Nor did the next. And oh how it made Simon moan. In fact, the fourth one felt pretty good.

Simon grabbed her hips and tried to stay still as she moved, but temptation was getting too strong. “Mem, do… nngh… can I thrust?”

She nodded as she bounced. “Yes, please. Do so.”

Simon groaned and moved to meet her thrusts. He arched back and massaged his hands into her hips and butt. Membrane braced her hands on his chest and moved, not fast or slow, not hard or soft, but with a moderate strength and leisurely speed. She reached between then and let her fingers brush against her makeshift clit. She threw her head back and screamed.

He was so close, but she hadn’t… Too late. He gripped her and moaned in release.

Membrane sighed with content. “Mmm, you finished?”

Simon nodded. “But what about you? You’re…”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me.”

Simon shook his head. “It’s not that, you didn’t come!”

Membrane blushed. “It hasn’t been long enough. It’ll take a good amount of time before that many nerves rearrange.”

“You mean…”

She looked down into his eyes. “I can’t orgasm. I don’t have the ability. Not yet. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?”

She smiled. “I took your advice. I didn’t do anything I didn’t enjoy. Trust me.”

Simon had a feeling about the carnage that would result if he didn’t trust her. “Don’t worry, I trust you. I love you.”

Membrane pulled off. “And I love you too.”

An unscheduled explosion sounded from a couple floors below.

She leapt to her feet. “I think I should try that naked-under-labcoat idea of yours.” She buttoned enough to cover her modesty and leapt out the door.

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Two lab techs were standing in a slightly blackened chemistry lab. “Ok, that wasn’t supposed to be that big.”

The door burst open. “What happened here?!”

Both techs snapped to attention. “Professor! Um, we, that it Sir, well…”

Professor Membrane stood in all her intimidating glory, with a few minor differences. Her boots were still in her office, she smelled heavily of sex, and her skin was flushed. And those around her noticed.

Simmons ran up behind and stopped at the sooty lab. “Do I even want to know?” His appearance nearly matched that of the Professor, save he had one sock on.

The lab techs gaped. “Sirs! We, ah, um…” They blushed. “We apologize for interrupting.”

Membrane blushed. “Nevermind that, what were you doing here? Did you have clearance?”

The techs looked at the floor, embarrassed. “No Sirs. We were trying out a mixture and we didn’t know the explosion would be quite so loud.”

One of the techs couldn’t suppress an evil glint. “And rumbly.”

The other elbowed his counterpart. “No one was injured though.”

Membrane looked at them both and proceeded to lecture them about the importance of asking permission. The lab techs interjected the proper agreements of “yes Sir” and promises “We’re sorry, we won’t do it again.” And through it all Simmons kept from laughing.

Membrane shooed them out of the lab and finally got a look at herself. She blushed. “They know, don’t they?”

Simmons nodded. “That they do. Does it bother you?”

“Well I was hoping we could keep this quiet a few days but whatever. Come on Simon, we need shoes.”

Simmons grinned. “Yes Sir.”

“Oh don’t you start.”

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Day 178: An ultrasound is planned to observe how the child is developing.

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The gel stuck cold to her skin as Membrane laid on a table in Membrane Labs. The technician ran the ultrasound emitter over her sticky skin. The screen showed one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Baby Dib squirmed in his fluid-filled world, oblivious to the adults gawking at his image on the screen.

Membrane stared in awe. “He’s beautiful. He’s…” Wait… “Are babies supposed to have heads that big?”

The technician scratched his head. “Not usually. It is a big head. I don’t envy you, Sir.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The technician pointed out the outline of Dib’s head. “Sir, that head’s gonna have to find a way out of you somehow. Whether by c-section or vaginally, it’s going to be painful.”

Dib rolled over to get comfortable. They watched as he yawned and started sucking his thumb. He fell asleep, dreaming about the strange voices he sometimes heard from the world outside.

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