“Oh no. Is it true? You’re really pregnant?”
She nodded and pointed to the readout on her health monitor on her wrist. “I have to report tomorrow. Tomorrow! Do you realize what this means?”
He knew her anger wasn’t directed toward him. He wasn’t responsible. Well, okay, he was responsible for the pregnancy part; they both were. That part was fun at least. What he wasn’t responsible for was the set of laws that strictly governed her from this point forward, the health regulations, from intake to residence in a pregnancy center where she would spend her gravid months with only other pregnant women for company, safe from air-borne viruses and other infectious diseases that threaten the unborn. Potentially.