Outside, the wind and rain has cooled. They've stopped almost, except for the light drizzle left. The winds scream back at the wind by trying to stand up straight. But the wind yelled back. And the argument kept going, even to this day. Even outside the mansion. Outside of Jean herself. She could care less. She's having her own cravings. Her bizarre cravings. She can't remember the last time she read this much. This is my bizarre craving, she thinks. Most women crave baking powder, others crave pins or needles. But Jean, she, craves books. Knowledge. Maybe somebody's telling her something. Maybe He is trying to tell her to look around, and see an oncoming danger. But all she can focus on is the book right in front of.

"Jean!" called Scott. "Jean!"

"Right here," she replied. Her eyes never left the book. Her train of thought on the book never derailed.

"Yes . . . um . . . how was your day?"

"It was great. I bought the cutest dresses. And Cecila, got all these pair of shoes. I swear that girl, has got more shoes than . . . than . . . you know that lady. She had like thousands."

"I really don't know right now. Well, there's training right now. So, I'm just going to go down. You coming?"

"No, I'm a little tired. So, I'll just sit in my big comfy chair, with my blanket and books."

"Ok. I'll be back to check on you." Scott walked across the room, and kissed her on the head. And then walked back out the room. Jean watched him again. Admiring him again. She loved him. Undoubtedly, she loved him. But them something came over her. She jumped off of her chair, and ran to the mirror. Without even thinking, she pulled her shirt out. She was trying to picture her large belly. Her pregnant belly. But pulling her shirt out, isn't good enough. No. She quickly ran back to the chair. She' careful not to make too much noise. She can't let Scott know. Well, at least, not until Cecila does the second opinion.

Earlier that day in the clinic, Jean sat on the doctor's table. The paper was crinkling and ripping underneath her. She found it insulting. It was suggesting that she was fat, and that the paper couldn't hold her. But she knew, deep down, that she could make the paper hold, not move or rip simply by floating the tiniest of amounts above the paper, but the doctor might find it odd that this had occurred, so she opted not to. It was then the doctor walked in. He had short black hair, black eyes. His body was well, built, but his skin is a little pale, Jean thought. He should probably get more sun.

"Well, Ms. Summers, what is it that I can do for you?" the doctor asked.

"Where's my regular doctor?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Dr. Gyp. Dr. Hewlett is currently on vacation. I hope I'll be able to serve you as well as he did. So, why are you here?"

"Well, this morning, I took one of those, um, home pregnancy tests, and, I turned out positive. And they always say to go and get the doctor's opinion too. So, I'm here for that."

"Ah, I see. Well, for this we will have to take a little blood. So, don't let this needle scare, you Ms. Summers." Dr. Gyp tapped Jean's shoulder and inserted the needle. And carefully he drew the blood. "Ah, there. Now, just rest easy for a while my dear. And I'll be right back with your test results."

When the doctor left, Jean amused herself with the magazines that were in the examining room. Wow, Nixon's involved in some kind of scandal, she thought to herself sarcastically. But, calmly, she flipped through the magazine. She paused to read an article on the Nixon scandal.

"Well, Ms. Summers," stated Dr. Gyp, "from your tests, I can conclude that you are indeed pregnant."

"I am!" she screamed. "Oh, yes. Thank you. Thank you!" Jean jumped up and down and then hugged the doctor.

"Ms. Summers, calm down. Now, why don't you get dressed, and go re-join your friends?" With that Dr. Gyp walked out of the office. Instead of continuing down the hall, and turning into his `office' he headed for the back door. As he walked out, his appearance changed. A small red diamond appeared on his forehead.

Jean loved looking at herself in the mirror with the pillow under her shirt. She loved the way it made her look.

"Jean," exclaimed Cecila, "are you ready?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I must have been in my own little world. Yeah, I'm ready"

"Well, my dear, come on." Cecila, waved her hand for Jean to come to her. Together, they walked. Jean looked around quietly. Afraid that someone, or something, might see her. Cecila opened the wooden door that led to the basement, with a slight creek. Jean let out a little yelp.

"Oh, would you please, come down?" Cecila asked in a half sarcastic tone.

"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous," Jean apologized.

"I understand, but please, you are a grown woman."

"I know. I know."

"Here. Sit down, and let me get some of my needles." Cecila disappeared into the darkness, and returned with a needle. "Now, I'm sure you know how this all works, so I won't bore you."

Cecila went through the motions and returned to Jean. "Well, I can honestly say, as your second opinion, that you are indeed pregnant. But the father that's another subject all together."

"Funny. Now, I'm pregnant. Yes!"

"Shhh. Quiet down."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jean covered her mouth with her hand and gave a light smile. Then, she screamed and fell to the floor. Again, tears were streaming down her face and she was in the fetal position. Crying, screaming she begged for the pain to stop. But outside all was quiet. Then a slight sound and wind, Maddie appeared. Tears falling down her face. Her hair blowing. She told Shaw that she was going shopping.

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