"But it's not a hundred percent, right?"
"No, but a false positive is very rare, Ms. Blake, very rare."
"Isn't there like a blood test that's a hundred percent accurate?"
"There is a blood test, yes, but normally the doctors trust the home tests, too."
"But if I wanted to schedule a blood test, to be absolutely sure, then I could?"
"Well, yes."
"Today."
"Ms. Blake, if you're that worried, take a second home pregnancy test, but I doubt that the second test will give you a different answer. False negatives, those we see, but false positives are very rare."
"How rare?" I asked.
I heard paper rustling. "When was the date of your last period?"
"First week of September."
"Do you have the exact date?"
"No, I don't." I fought not to sound angry. Who the hell kept track to the day of their period?
"Ms. Blake, Anita, I think we need to schedule you a prenatal visit."
"Prenatal, no, I mean, yes, I mean, oh, hell."
"Anita, I talk to a lot of women. Most of them are happy about the news, but not all of them. You don't sound like this was good news to you."
"It wasn't."
"Dr. North is just coming out, I'll let you talk to him." Silence, then the sounds of movement, cloth rustling, and a man's voice. "Hey, Anita, how's my favorite vampire hunter doing?"
"Not so good today," I said, and my voice sounded small, and hurt.
"I'm sorry about that. We need to schedule you an appointment."
"I don't want to be pregnant."
He was quiet for a moment. "You're not very far along, Anita; you still have options."
"Abortion, you mean?"
"Yes."
"I can't, not unless there's something majorly wrong. I mean, I'll need to be tested for Vlad's syndrome, and Mowgli syndrome."
"I figured the Vlad's syndrome test, but you only need the Mowgli test if you've had sex with a shapeshifter while he's in animal form."
I put my forehead against the cool marble tiles of the wall, and said, "I know that."
"Oh," he said in that overly cheerful way, the way people say it when what they really want to say is OH MY GOD. He recovered quickly; he was, after all, a doctor. "Peggy, I'm going take this in my office, transfer it, please. Hang on a minute, Anita, let's get some privacy." I listened to a mercifully short amount of Muzak, then the phone picked up, and he said, "Okay, Anita, we'll need you to come in as soon as possible." I heard paper rippling. "We had a cancellation at two o'clock this afternoon."
"I don't know if I can make it."
"If this were just a regular prenatal visit, Anita, I'd say fine, do it next week, but if we're testing for both of the syndromes, and you're telling me there's a chance, especially for Mowgli syndrome, then we need to do the blood work now."
I wanted to say I'd only had sex with one lycanthrope in animal form, just one time, but as they say, once is all it takes. "Doc, I've read up on Vlad's syndrome. I don't know as much about the other. I mean, if I really am pregnant, then it's just this little bunch of cells, right? I mean, I'd be at best two months along, right? There's no chance of the baby trying to eat its way out until it's bigger, right?" Just saying that made my stomach tight. There might be no option of keeping anything.
"Humans have a pretty long gestation period for a mammal. I am assuming mammalian shapeshifter, here?"
"Yes. Does that make a difference?"
"It can. You see, the problem with Mowgli syndrome is that sometimes the fetus grows at the rate of the animal, and not the human."
I flipped back through every biology class I'd ever had, and nowhere had I ever learned the gestation period of a leopard. It just hadn't been covered.
"Anita, talk to me, Anita."
"I'm here, doc, I just… I know if it's Vlad's syndrome that I have to abort. The baby won't live anyway, and will try to take me with it. But like I said, I'm not as clear on the other syndrome. It's a lot more rare."
"Very rare, in fact less than ten cases reported in this country. If the worst happens and it's Vlad's syndrome, then we have time to fix it. If it's Mowgli syndrome, depends on the animal." I heard computer keys clacking. "Do you know what type of shapeshifter he was?"
"It was only once, and yeah — "I stopped defending myself, and just said, "… leopard, okay, leopard." Sweet Jesus, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation.
I heard the computer keys again. "Leopard is between ninety and a hundred and six days, an average of around ninety-six days."
"So?" I said.