You're pregnant by who?!

~3~

~A month later~

Mya went into work, looking exhausted. She had had trouble sleeping for a few weeks and it was really starting to affect her at this point.

"Morning Nel- oh shit what happened to you?! You look like shit!" Blitzo yelled.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," Mya mumbled, scratching her bed head, which she didn't bother to brush before she left her place.

"You didn't even bother to brush your hair, it must be bad. Are you sure you're okay?" Millie asked, walking over.

"I had enough energy to brush my teeth and put pants on," Mya said.

"Maybe you should rest today, Nello," Blitzo said, being genuinely concerned for his employee.

"Yeah..." Mya said, heading into her cubicle. She took off her jacket and used it as a blanket, as she slept in her office chair.

"Something is really wrong with Blade, she's never had this problem before," Moxxie said.

"Yeah, what should we do?" Millie asked, sounding worried.

"Let her rest for now, and see what the problem is after she wakes up," Blitzo said. "Now let's get this party thing situated for Tits."

"Right, Millie ordered the cake last night and it should be picked up in 30," Moxxie said. "I got the streamers and balloons almost situated, and Loona is finishing up the banner."

"Good! Let's get everything set up and I'll give her a call," Blitzo said.

~Hours later~

Mya had finally woken up, hearing some party noisemakers going off. She groaned and climbed out of her chair, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

'What the fuck is going on?' She thought, before seeing that the client had come back. 'Oh right, her party was scheduled today,' she thought, rubbing her head. "Ah, fuck. Did I seriously come to work with bed head?" she groaned, shaking her hair out. She looked at her phone screen reflection and shrugged a little. "Still shitty, but it'll do for now," she muttered, leaving her cubicle and heading into the lobby.

"Ah, Blade, you finally woke up!" Blitzo said. "I was gonna send Mox in there to give ya mouth to mouth."

"Glad you didn't," Mya said, stretching. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, we were just about to have cake," Moxxie said.

"Oh, cool," Mya said.

"Here you go," the client said, handing Mya a slice of cake, "And I thought Blade was a guy. At least when I came in he was."

"Only when I feel like it," Mya said. "I'm in a woman mood today, so I'm a woman."

"Oooh, like a uh, what are they called...oh! Genderfluid!" she said.

"Exactly," Mya said. "Finally, someone who gets it."

"Gender what?" Blitzo asked.

"Genderfluid, basically Blade switches between male and female depending on their mood. It's an Earth thing that you old people wouldn't get," Loona said, scrolling through her phone.

"Except on Earth it's not really much a physical thing, more mental and emotional. When it does become fully physical like what what I do, that person is transgender," Mya explained. "I don't classify as transgender though, because that's more of a permanent situation than my temporary form."

"Oooooh," the three said.

"Yeah," Mya said, before eating a forkful of cake. Once the bite was swallowed, Mya felt a wave of nausea and threw it up.

"Whoa! Are you okay?!" Millie yelled.

"Yeah, I'm not as much into sweets as I used to be," Mya said, sitting the plate on the table. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, Dumplin' it's fine," Millie said.

"Yeah, cake isn't for everyone. That's why we have other snacks," Moxxie said.

"Alright," Mya said, moving the trash can away from everyone else.

~Days Later~

"Blade, are you sure you're okay? You look thinner, have you been eating?" Moxxie asked, seeing Mya walk into the office.

"I'm okay, I just don't feel so good," Mya said. What she didn't want to tell Moxxie was that she couldn't keep meals down. To make sure she didn't starve to death, she ate small amounts of food.

"Oh, I hope you feel better," Moxxie said, feeling worried. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Thanks, but not today. I feel like I'll just throw it up," Mya said.

"Oh...maybe you should see if Sir will give you the day off. You should probably go to the clinic," Moxxie said.

"I'll just go on my day off. I need the money," Mya said. "I'll be okay, Mr.Moxxie. I appreciate the concern, but I will be okay."

"Okay," Moxxie said.

"Yeah, we better get to work before Mr.Blitz comes out," Mya said, walking into her cubicle.

"Yeah," Moxxie agreed, going back to his cubicle and looking at his wife, who was also concerned.

"Well?" Millie asked.

"You were right she does look a lot thinner than before. She says she's sick, but I don't think she's been eating much either," Moxxie said.

"Oh no, is there something we can do?" Millie asked.

"I'm afraid not at the moment," Moxxie said sadly. Mya sat at her grinding wheel, sharpening one of her knives, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts.

'Am I dying?' Mya thought. 'Do I have the flu?' she shook her head a little and went back to sharpening the knife. "Pull yourself together, Blade. I'm sure it's nothing serious," she said quietly.

~Hours later~

"Nello, take the rest of the day off. You don't look too well," Blitzo said, noticing her weight loss as well.

"Are you sure, sir?" Mya asked.

"Yeah, go see a doctor. We'll see you tomorrow," Blitzo said.

"Okay," Mya said, standing up, beginning to pack up her things. She finished packing up and clocked out, saying goodbye to her boss and co-workers. She then headed out of the office, walking to her car. "I better just get to the clinic, so I can just get on with my life," she muttered, getting into her car. She started her car and began driving to the nearest clinic, hoping it wouldn't be too crowded. She made her way to the clinic and parked the car once she got there. "It's not crowded...that's okay I guess. I'll get out quicker." She climbed out of the car and walked up to the building, keeping her head down. She wanted to shift into her male form, but every time she did so she got really sick. She walked inside and signed herself in, before sitting down in the semi-empty waiting room.

"What's your problem?" another patient asked her.

"I'm suffering an illness that causes me to kill nosy fucks who ask me questions," Mya said, glaring at the patient, who moved to another seat. "That's what I thought."

"Blade?" a doctor called from the door, leading to the back room. Mya stood up and walked into the back with the doctor. "How are we Blade?"

"Shitty," she said, walking into a room with the doctor.

"Figures, so what are we in for today?" The doctor asked, putting on some gloves.

"I'm feeling really sick. I can't keep any food down and I'm losing a shit ton of weight. This has been going on for a week now," Mya said, as the doctor checked her over.

"Could you be pregnant?" The doctor asked.