Mavis Fenric Pt. 11

Mavis: Okay Glenda, let's see what you got for me?

Mavis drops a box on her coffee table. She opens it up to find another box inside labels label on top.

"Glenda O'Neil: 2nd Generation Super Soldier pregnancy #1"

She spent the next 3 hours reading through the documents, going month by month. When she reached month 10 she nearly threw the file across the room in shock and frustration.

Mavis: 10 months!? These fuckers are expecting me to carry a baby for 10 months with a heightened sense of small, abnormally large appetite, hyperlactation, and a fatass belly that is supposed to look like I'm carrying three instead of one?!

Fucking Christ!

She rubs her belly, feeling the slight bulge that is starting to grow at the bottom of her abdomen.

Mavis: I really need to figure out a name for you, so those big wigs don't give you a number instead of a name.