|leonard mccoy (dammitjim) wrote in paradisolog,|
@ 2017-02-17 18:53:00
|Entry tags:||leonard mccoy (dammitjim), natasha romanoff (somebodyseyes)|
WHO: Natasha Romanoff & Leonard McCoy
WHERE: By the goat pens
WHEN: Way backdated
WHAT: Natasha's Pregnant
WARNINGS: None, really
So far, so good, Natasha thought. Other than her boobs being sore, she hadn’t been feeling that bad which was a relief. Not that throwing up would be the worst thing in the world but she’d prefer to skip that part if at all possible. It seemed that her luck was running out this morning though because as she was feeding the goats and cleaning out the pens, it hit her. She’d smelled it all dozens of times but this morning, she lost it. “Oh fuck,” she said, holding her hand over her mouth and running out behind the barn, falling to her knees and vomiting up everything she’d eaten for breakfast this morning.
“Hell’s bells,” she muttered. “I thought we were going to skip this part.” She wasn’t talking to anyone in particular except maybe Arva but she doubted the goddess was going to take morning sickness away. Natasha wiped her mouth and was about to stand up when it hit her again and she vomited. “Dammit,” she said, sitting back and leaning against the barn wall. Suddenly she was aware that someone else had walked up and she opened her eyes to see McCoy standing in front of her.
“How long have you been there?” she asked.
“A few minutes,” McCoy answered, coming up to kneel beside Natasha. He’d been coming to check on the animals, as he often did since the day he and Natasha delivered the baby goat. The animals were forgotten for a moment now, though, as he wanted to make sure his friend was okay.
“You sick or pregnant?” he asked, looking her over with concern.
Natasha looked up at him and gave him a little smile. “Most likely pregnant. I haven’t been tested but we were trying and around here it pretty much only takes one try.”
She leaned back against the tree. “Is there a way you can check? Just to make sure I’m not getting all excited for nothing. A blood test? I hope Arva didn’t get us all here to have babies without a way to make sure it worked.”
She had no idea how the mind of a goddess worked but it seemed pointless to have a place to have babies and people getting pregnant all the time without a way to confirm things.
“Of course there’s a way,” he told her. “I am a doctor.”
It was something he and Christine had talked about before, how they certainly didn’t want to insult Arva, but there were people who would want or need that medical confirmation. They had equipment to help them check the health of the baby and get the sex, too, and it wasn’t like they needed a store brand pregnancy test to be able to tell. Not with him and Christine here, anyway. They both knew a thing or two about pregnancy.
“We can go do it right now, if you want,” he said. “I’ve got everything we need in the clinic.”
“That’s true. You are a doctor and I’m a little bit easier to read than a goat. At least I hope so,” she got to her feet and closed her eyes against a wave of dizziness that hit her. “Okay that’s better,” she said when it passed and she opened her eyes again. “Let’s go and see if I’m right.”
Twenty minutes later they had indeed confirmed that Natasha was pregnant and she couldn’t stop smiling. “So unless Arva smites me before I get back home, I have confirmed news for Steve,” she said. “Thanks, Doc. I mean I knew I was but I’m also one of those people who needs proof. Which is why I was a good spy. Now I know and you can tell me what I need to do next to make sure the kiddo gets here safe and sound.”
Leonard reached down a hand to help her up and his other hand moved to help steady her when she seem to be a little unsteady on her feet. Even then, he kept a hand need the small of her back as they walked, ready to help her if she needed it. Hopefully, she wouldn’t slug him for being overprotective.
Once they were at the clinic, he got the sample and ran the test he needed to confirm the good news. “Congratulations,” he’d told her with a grin when he saw the results.
“You’re doing just fine,” he assured her now. “Just take it easy and make sure you’re getting enough food and water. Remember, you’re eating for two now. Once you’re further along, we have some other tests we can run, but so far everything looks good.”
She’d known of course but hearing the words made her feel better and she smiled. “Well I need to find another goat herd until I get past the morning sickness part,” Nat laughed. “I know smells get to some women more than anything else. I guess I’m going to be one of those.” It was easy enough to avoid strong smells, she was just glad that so far she’d been able to keep food down.
“Thank you for doing this,” she said, giving his arm a squeeze. “I wish I could be one of those people who just takes things for what they are but I’m not. I never expected to have children at all so this is kind of a big deal for me.”
“Of course, Natasha. Anytime.” Leonard smiled warmly at his friend, placing his hand briefly over her arm. Even with patients, he could be gruff, but Natasha was a friend. She was someone he’d come to care a great deal about during his time on the island. Birthing the goat had been a real bonding experience.
“Some things are harder to take on faith,” he added after a moment. “You need anything at all, you let me know.” He meant that, too. He didn’t feel the same way about Nat that he did about Christine, but he cared about her and he intended to be there for her, as much as she’d let him.