"Excuse me for interrupting," Peregrine apologized, addressing Tachyon, "but don't we have that appointment early tomorrow morning?"
"Burning sky, I'd almost forgotten. What time is it?" He lifted his eyebrows when he saw it was after one. "We'd best go. It will take us an hour to get back to Luxor, and you, young lady, need your sleep."
Peregrine entered her room at the Winter Palace Hotel with apprehension. McCoy's things were gone. She sank into a large armchair, and the tears that had been threatening all night came. She cried until she had no more tears left and her head ached with the strain. Go to bed, she told herself. It's been a long day. Someone tries to shoot you, you find out you're pregnant, and the man you love leaves you. Next you'll find out that NBC's canceled Peregrine's Perch. At least you know your baby is going to be all right, she thought as she undressed. She turned off the light and slipped into the lonely double bed.
But her brain woundn't turn off. What if Taurt is wrong? What if the ultrasound reveals a deformity? I'll have to have an abortion. I don't want one, but I can't bring another joker into the world. Abortion is against everything I was brought up to believe.
But do you want to spend the rest of your life taking care of a monster? Can you take the life of a baby, even if it's a joker?
Back and forth she went, until she finally dropped off to sleep. Her last coherent thought was of Fortunato. What would he want, she wondered?
She was awakened by Tachyon banging at her door. "Peregrine," she foggily heard him call. "Are you there? It's seven-thirty."
She rolled out of bed, wrapped herself in the sheet, and opened the locked door. Tachyon stood there, annoyance written all over his face.
He glared at her. "Do you know what time it is? You were supposed to meet me downstairs a half hour ago."
"I know, I know. Yell at me while I get dressed."
She picked up her clothes and headed toward the bathroom. Tachyon closed the door behind him and eyed her sheet-clad body appreciatively.
"What happened here?" he asked. "Where's your paramour?"
Peregrine poked her head around the bathroom door and spoke around her toothbrush. "Gone."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No!" She glanced in the mirror as she quickly brushed her hair and frowned at her exhausted face and swollen, red eyes. You look like hell, she told herself. She pulled on her clothes, pushed her feet into a pair of sandals, grabbed her bag, and joined Tachyon, who was waiting by the door. "I'm sorry I overslept," she apologized as they hurried through the lobby and to the waiting cab. "It took me forever to fall asleep."
Tachyon watched her intently as he helped her into the cab. They rode in silence, her mind full of the baby, McCoy, Fortunato, motherhood, her career. Suddenly she asked, "If the baby… if the test…" She took a deep breath and began again. "If the test shows that there is some abnormality, will they be able to do the abortion today?"
Tachyon took her cold hands in his. "Yes."
Please, she prayed, please don't let anything be wrong with my baby. Tachyon's voice broke into her thoughts. "What?"
"Peri, what happened with McCoy?"
She stared out the window and withdrew her hand from Tachyon's. "He's gone," she said dully, twisting her fingers together. " I guess he went back to New York." She blinked away tears. "Everything seemed okay, I mean, about my being pregnant and Fortunato and all. But after he heard that if the baby lived, it would probably be a joker, well…" Her tears began again. Tachyon handed her his lace-trimmed silk handkerchief. Peregrine took it and wiped her eyes. "Well," she said, continuing her story, "when Josh heard that, he decided he didn't want to have anything to do with me or the baby. So he left." She rolled Tachyon's handkerchief into a small, damp ball.
"You truly love him, don't you?" Tachyon asked gently. Peregrine nodded and pushed away more tears.
"If you have an abortion, will he come back?"
"I don't know and I don't care," she flared. "If he can't accept me the way I am, then I don't want him."
Tachyon shook his head. "Poor Peri," he said softly. "McCoy is a jackass."
It seemed like an eternity before the cab rolled up in front of the hospital. As Tachyon went to consult with the receptionist, Peregrine leaned against the cool, white wall of the waiting room and shut her eyes. She tried to make her mind go blank, but she couldn't stop thinking about McCoy. If he did come to you, you'd take him back, she accused herself. You know you would. He won't, though, not with me carrying Fortunato's child. She opened her eyes as someone touched her arm.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Tachyon asked. "Just tired." She tried to smile.
"Scared?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "I'd never really thought about having children, but now that I'm pregnant, I want to have a baby more than anything." Peregrine sighed and folded her arms protectively over her abdomen. "But I hope that the baby is all right."
"They're paging the doctor who'll perform the procedure," Tachyon said. "I hope you're thirsty. You have to drink several quarts of water." He removed a pitcher and a glass from a tray held by the nurse standing beside him. "You can start now." Peregrine began drinking. She'd finished six glasses before a short man in a white coat hurried up to them.
"Dr. Tachyon?" he asked, grasping Tachyon's hand. "I am Dr. Ali. It is a great pleasure to meet you and welcome you to my hospital." He turned to Peregrine. "Is this the patient?" Tachyon performed the introductions.
Dr. Ali rubbed his hands together. "Let's get on with it," he said, and they followed him to the OB-GYN section of the hospital.
"You, young lady, into that room." He pointed. "Remove all your clothing and put on the gown you'll find there. Keep drinking water. When you've changed, come back here and we'll perform the sonography."
When Peregrine rejoined Tachyon, now wearing a white coat over his silken finery, and Dr. Ali, she was told to lie on an examining table. She followed their directions, clutching Taurt's amulet in her hand. A nurse raised the robe up and rubbed a clear gel on Peregrine's stomach.
"Conductive jelly," Tachyon explained. "It helps carry the sound waves."
The nurse began to move a small instrument that looked like a microphone over Peregrine's belly.
"The transducer," said Tachyon as he and Ali studied the image on the video screen in front of them.
"Well, what do you see?" Peregrine demanded. "A moment, Peri."
Tachyon and Ali conferred in low tones.
"Can you print that?" Peregrine heard Tachyon ask. Dr. Ali gave the nurse instructions in Arabic, and very shortly a computer printout of the image appeared.
"You can climb down now," said Tachyon. "We've seen everything there is to see."
"Well?" Peregrine asked anxiously.
"Everything looks fine… so far," said Tachyon slowly. "The child appears to be developing normally."
"That's wonderful!" She hugged him as he helped her down from the table.
"If you intend to go through with this pregnancy, I insist on an ultrasound every four to five weeks to monitor the baby's growth."
Peregrine nodded. "These sound waves won't hurt the baby, will they?"
"No," said Tachyon. "The only thing that can injure the child already exists within it."
Peregrine looked at Tachyon. "I know you feel you have to keep telling me that; but the baby is going to be just fine, I know it."
"Peregrine, this is not a fairy tale! You are not going to live happily ever after! This could ruin your life!"