His mind was flooded with thoughts. 'What will they look like?' 'More like me or him?' 'Will they be healthy?' 'How much of a bitch will birth be?' 'Will I be able to continue work?' 'What will the others say?' Val gulped at the most terrifying thought of them all. 'What will Vox think?' (Warning, I write when I have inspiration. There is no fucking schedule-)