"In about half a month!" Avery said. "The equipment is here, but we don't know how to use it. The professor that invented this machine only has time to teach us how to use it next week."

"Won't it be too late by then?" Elliot voiced his concerns. "The child will be big then. Will the risk and difficulty of the surgery increase?"

"She just got pregnant. In half a month, the child won't be big yet," Avery said. "Don't worry. Wesley and I are here. We will ensure Shea's safety as best we can."

"I trust you." Elliot was relieved. "If the child could grow up healthy, that would be even better."

Avery heard what he said, and she got distracted. "Elliot, you still like children a lot. Although you were terrifying when you tried to force Shea to get an abortion and when you tried to force me to get an abortion, it's not like you hate children. You're just afraid that they will inherit your sickness."

"When we first got together, I did not like children, sickness or not," said Elliot. "I l