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Nov. 3rd, 2009 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
very_anti_virus"You may step off the scanner, Mrs Matrix," said the nurse, indicating that the minutely check-up was now complete. "As always you've been an exceptional patient."
AndrAIa smiled at the nurse as she complied with the request. "I do try."
"Moreso than your husband," the nurse added in a conspiratorial whisper loud enough for the two women to hear. "He's just about worn a hole in our floor from all his pacings about."
AndrAIa grinned.
"Think he's got something on his mind, the way he looks."
"Oh, I'm sure he does."
Together they turned to look at the renegade. Who did not appear to have noticed the whisperings or that it had now stopped and he was being looked at with matching amused expressions.
The nurse gave a little "I'm addressing you, now" cough, which, judging from the way he started, had succeeded in getting his attentions.
"We're all finished, Matrix, unless there's something else you want to have done?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Experience." The nurse smiled. "Really Matrix; I've dealt with dozens of anxious parents ever since Mainframe came back online. I know when a mother- or father-to-be has something on their mind."
Matrix stared at the floor. Yeah, he had something on his mind. Saying it, however, wasn't going to be easy.
Just blurt it out. No one will notice.
"Iwanttoknowifit—Imeanifourbabyisaboyorgirl."
There. All blurted out, much to the amused snickerings of the two women.
"Oh. That. Yes, we can do a scan for gender. Please return to the scanner, Mrs Matrix?"
Still smiling—this time with much humour—AndrAIa obliged.
"You got any wishes for what this baby's going to be, make them now."
"I just want to know. That's all. So we can be prepared."
"You make it sound like our baby will turn out to be a virus, the way you say 'prepared'."
Matrix didn't get to make his retort, because this particular scan was over in less than a nanosecond.
"Done. Still want to know?"
"I— Uh. Yeah. Sure."
"Invest in a lot of pink, Mr Matrix, because it's a girl."
AndrAIa smiled at the nurse as she complied with the request. "I do try."
"Moreso than your husband," the nurse added in a conspiratorial whisper loud enough for the two women to hear. "He's just about worn a hole in our floor from all his pacings about."
AndrAIa grinned.
"Think he's got something on his mind, the way he looks."
"Oh, I'm sure he does."
Together they turned to look at the renegade. Who did not appear to have noticed the whisperings or that it had now stopped and he was being looked at with matching amused expressions.
The nurse gave a little "I'm addressing you, now" cough, which, judging from the way he started, had succeeded in getting his attentions.
"We're all finished, Matrix, unless there's something else you want to have done?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Experience." The nurse smiled. "Really Matrix; I've dealt with dozens of anxious parents ever since Mainframe came back online. I know when a mother- or father-to-be has something on their mind."
Matrix stared at the floor. Yeah, he had something on his mind. Saying it, however, wasn't going to be easy.
Just blurt it out. No one will notice.
"Iwanttoknowifit—Imeanifourbabyisaboyorgirl."
There. All blurted out, much to the amused snickerings of the two women.
"Oh. That. Yes, we can do a scan for gender. Please return to the scanner, Mrs Matrix?"
Still smiling—this time with much humour—AndrAIa obliged.
"You got any wishes for what this baby's going to be, make them now."
"I just want to know. That's all. So we can be prepared."
"You make it sound like our baby will turn out to be a virus, the way you say 'prepared'."
Matrix didn't get to make his retort, because this particular scan was over in less than a nanosecond.
"Done. Still want to know?"
"I— Uh. Yeah. Sure."
"Invest in a lot of pink, Mr Matrix, because it's a girl."
