[ closed with @fearsasuperpower ] - [Continued From Here]
[CONTENT WARNING: This post contains pregnancy.]
Missy barked out a laugh, the sound somewhat muted by the emotion stuck in her throat like an annoying little lump. She found herself pleased that his reaction still held some modicum of positive entertainment for her, and steadfastly realized in the same moment that she would have been crushed had he reacted poorly.
Oh, she hated him so much for making her love him so thoroughly.
The laughter died at once as the realization struck, and her face sank into a mocking expression as she stood and placed a disbelieving hand on her hip. It didn’t matter if the attitude was a put on or genuine- what mattered is that she got back to it at once. Nevermind all the love fluff. She hadn’t time for it, even as her hearts ached to have him shut off the forcefield barrier and properly hug her.
“Did you... just ask a fellow Time Lord... how they know they might be pregnant?” Her eyes narrowed, and she spoke slowly at first, as if she might be addressing a child. “Every day I swear I get closer and closer--” She muttered to herself, knowing he could hear it, before folding her arms, a wave of hormones causing her mouth to say things without the benefit of forethought.
“When would be three months back, when you nearly broke the piano. How should be fairly obvious, Grandad, but it involves my legs in the air and my skirts around my middle--” As she spoke, she reached down to lift her skirts to mid-calf and ruffle them, as if she may need visual aids to dislodge his ancient memories of carnal pleasure. She smiled sarcastically, and looked at him as she had ages back when she’d first revealed her plans for human conversion.
“I can draw you a lovely diagram, if you like-- but that means you’ll have to trust me with a pencil.”