Pregnant?
“Pregnant?” I ask loudly this time round and end up laughing.
“Pregnant?” I laugh hard. This is hilarious. It’s the story of my life of late.
“What do you mean by pregnant?” Sage is more confused.
“Yes. See here?” He points at the monitor and I make out a small image.
“Yes. Just some image. Doesn’t explain why you would think I’m pregnant. This is funny doc.” I chuckle.
“That image is your baby. It’s tiny because it’s still developing.”
“I lost my baby Doctor Mendes. Remember that?”
“I do but that’s your baby.”
“Explain it.” Sage demands.
“Yes please. I haven’t slept with anyone so why would I be pregnant? Maybe your machines are faulty. Or that gel you have used.”
“It’s not the gel.” He chuckles. “Not the machines too. I’m sure.”
“We are waiting for the explanation.
