Pete Ferguson x Magda Rakovich (warning: cringe)

Chapter 5

6 months later

I heard someone knocking on my door at 5 AM. [Who the hell would visit me at this hour? I mean, I wouldn't be mad if it was my angel]. It was that asshole, Weinberg...

-I heard about everything a few months ago, and I found a way to help you!

-Heard about what? – I asked, a bit confused.

-Magda's problem. Her not being able to conceive a child.

-Just when I was about to ask for her hand...

-That's the best time then! I'll need you both, though. Call Magda and meet me at my office for more information.

That was... Pretty unexpected. I didn't know if I should trust Isaac. He had no obligation to do that, and he was a MAD scientist. It couldn't go well, but I knew my angel would be excited to try. I grabbed the phone and called her.

-Honey, we have to meet Weinberg at his office ASAP. It is urgent.

-Alright... - I could tell Magda was pretty confused, maybe even scared.

The three of us met at 5:20 in Isaac's laboratory. It didn't look welcoming at all, but I decided to give it a shot.

-The process is not painful at all. You two will be asleep throughout the surgery, so do not worry. – His smile creeped me out. I began questioning my decision. Then I looked at Magda. Her eyes were shining with hope. It was the most adorable thing I've ever seen. – Now, why don't you two lay down?

We did as he told us and... It turned out he DID want to help us. I remember how heavy my body got when Isaac gave us an anaesthetic. I fell asleep a few minutes after. Everything turned black for a whole eternity! (which was actually just an hour). We woke up to Isaac holding two pregnancy tests.

-You'll need those. – He gave us that creepy smile again.

-Why two? – Magda asked, a little confused.

-So you have another one in case you do the first one too early from all that excitement.

-That makes sense... - I admitted, a bit embarrassed. It would definitely be me trying to make Magda check it every 5 minutes.

-But what if both are negative? – She asked.

-There is a 0% chance of that. Stop questioning my genius.

-So, when I have the first symptoms, I should check, right?

Weinberg only nodded and smiled. God, I hated that smile.

-Oh, thank you! – Magda hugged Isaac tightly.

-No problem, dearie.

I promised myself that if something bad happens to my angel later, I'll kill this motherfucker. But he shall be tortured first!