Brook looked at Sonya a little confused for a moment. "Whatever is easiest. I don't want to put him out or to bother him. I'm sure he's real busy here, and I bet I'd probably just get in the way." It took a moment, but Brook realized that Sonya thought that Tom was her father's baby. While she had thought about saying all that to tease the major, she had meant to do it in front of him to see him squirm and to rectify the information after seeing his reaction; when she had said it a moment ago, she hadn't meant it in the way it sounded.
"Oh, Tom and I are—ah!" She dropped her bag and put her hand on her lower back. "Not another one. Man, ever since I got in that car with Tom, I've had this ache in my back...like menstrual cramps. Now, I'm having this sharp pains that feel almost like contractio—crap." She closed her eyes. "I...I, uh, think I need to see that doctor now. I vaguely remember all the risk factors and symptoms of premature birth, Sonya. I haven't really had much prenatal care since I fled Canada to come here." Oh, if she thought Tom was her baby's father, this wasn't going to sound good, but Brook hardly had time to explain, and she could care less what people thought right now. "And all this excitement probably isn't good...plus, my age. I...I think I might be in preterm labor. Oh, Jesus, please say it's just gas."