Operation: Threads of Connection

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Loid's POV:

"Mrs. Forger, it appears you might be experiencing more than just a simple stomach bug. We'll need to run some additional tests to be sure, but one possibility we need to consider is that you might be pregnant."

My eyes widened as the doctor continued talking, Yor pregnant? With my baby? I couldn't register the exact emotions I was feeling. Happiness, confusion, excitement, and a bit overwhelmed all swirled together. I glanced at Yor, who looked equally shocked but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes—hope, perhaps.

"Pregnant?" Yor echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. She placed a hand on her stomach, as if trying to feel for any sign of life inside her.

"It's a possibility," the doctor reiterated gently. "We'll need to confirm with a few more tests, but it would explain your symptoms. Please take things easy for the next couple days, I will give you a call as soon as we have your results."

We left the doctor's office in a daze, the weight of the news pressing down on us. As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but glance at Yor, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

"Why don't we take a quick walk?" I said, "The fresh air will do you some good," Yor nodded as we made our way towards the small botanical garden not too far away. We proceeded to walk in silence, admiring the variety of flowers and the tranquility of the garden. The peaceful atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within us. I could see Yor visibly relaxing as we strolled among the vibrant blooms and lush greenery.

After a while, Yor broke the silence. "Loid, if I am pregnant... what does that mean for our mission? For Anya?"

I paused, taking a deep breath as I considered my words carefully. "It means we'll need to be even more cautious. But it also means we'll have something even more precious to protect. Anya will have a sibling, and our family will grow. We'll need to adjust, but we can do this. Together."

Yor looked up at me, her eyes filled with both worry and hope. "Do you think we can keep them safe? With everything going on?"

I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes, Yor. We'll find a way. We've faced so much already, and we've come through it stronger. This will be no different. We'll protect our family, no matter what." We continued our walk, the quiet of the garden wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. It was a brief respite from the chaos of our lives, a moment to breathe and find strength in each other.

The sun began to descend, marking the end of the day. We decided to start heading back home to talk to Anya.

"Maaa?" A little boy called out. We turned to find a small toddler walking towards us, his eyes wide with curiosity. He couldn't have been more than three years old. His chubby cheeks were flushed from the cool evening air, and he looked around, seemingly lost.

Yor immediately bent down to his level, a gentle smile on her face. "Hello there. Are you looking for your mama?"

The boy nodded, his lower lip trembling. "Mama...."

I glanced around, searching for any signs of a frantic parent. "Let's help you find her," I said, reaching out to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Danny," he replied softly, clutching Yor's hand.

"Alright, Danny. We'll help you find your mama," Yor said soothingly.

We started walking back towards the entrance of the garden, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be searching for a lost child. It didn't take long before we spotted a woman frantically looking around, her face pale with worry.