It started with the breakfast she suddeny couldn’t stand. A meal that she had had every other day for the last two years at least was suddenly harshly rejected and delivered to her toilet. And then the coffee betrayed her. In a short time span, something that she had come to greatly enjoy was wasted on her. Which couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Shego had never felt so damn exhausted. It had taken her far longer than normal to get what she needed to get done during the day. And then she had an unpleasant thought that wouldn’t really go away until she went to the store and ended up buying several pregnancy tests. One couldn’t be trusted. She had to try a few, just in case one did a false positive or some shit.
Did they give false positives?
Either way, it had ended with the disturbing notion that she of all people was pregnant. It was as if the world decided to play some sick joke. Shego? A mom? There was no way that would go down well. After all, she wasn’t in a good position to do that. She didn’t actually have a proper career. How could she carry a child and justify that? She didn’t have a real right to a child like this. But did she really think she could justify getting rid of it, in the same breath?
Even more to the point, how could she carry a child when she didn’t immediately know who the fucking father was? The potential fathers were…well in some cases alarming. She went through the people she had slept with: Howl, Lock, Terence, Copper, Milo…there was only one of those men that she thought could be someone she would be happy to have a child with.
And it turned out it was the cop’s child. Never had she been more frustrated than in that moment. She was going to carry a mysoginist’s child because she couldn’t let herself be responsible for destroying something innocent. How much so was debatable, but Shego was unable to do it. And it forced her to make her way back to Copper Russell’s home, dressed in grey sweatpants and a red hoodie, and her hair was just barely brushed through to be presentable.
There was a certain paleness to her face, and it took her a good ten minutes before she finally gave in and knocked on the door and then also rang the doorbell. She couldn’t be patient with this. She had mentally prepared herself, she had gone to uncomfortable lengths to find out the biological father of her child, and here she was, on Copper’s doorstep waiting to be let in so she could drop this bomb on him and quickly retreat so she could cuss him out in peace.
God damn it. Was she going to be doomed to a life where she was fake into this man and having a family with him?
