Elaine raised an eyebrow. "You mean the woman you impregnated? What a mess you are."
She shook her head, though there was a hint of amusement in her expression.
They walked side by side, searching for a suitable place to continue their conversation, eventually settling into a quiet restaurant. Ordering some food and drinks, they decided to spend the afternoon there before moving out.
"Is she fine? How about the baby?" Gideon asked as the waiter placed a colorful mocktail in front of him.
The fruits–that didn't even look like one as he wondered for a while what the fuck was that–were harvested from aberrants, and he noticed that one of the 'fruit'--that looked more like a lump–in the garnish had a tiny face. He chose to ignore it.
"She and the baby are fine. It's too early to tell much, though. The fetus is only about a week old, but it's best if she avoids any extreme physical activity," Elaine explained.
