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I broke into sobs and started to wail. Henry put her arms around me and hugged me. I thought of everything we had been through, the times we had shared, how he had been towards me, even being in heat. I thought of what he had told me, about his plans for us: a nice beach-front house on the coast, three kids, a life-long marriage....

I can do it for you, I thought, I can have this baby and settle down with you, and be... a wife to you....

I squeezed his hand in mine. "You have to pull through, Greg. I don't know what I'll do without you...."

Henry hugged me again. "You really love him, don't you?", she asked.

I held up my right hand so she could see my wedding ring. "We... just got married", I sobbed.

Then I was crying uncontrollably again.

Henry stood by me until I got ahold of myself.

"Do you... want me to leave you here alone with him for awhile?", she asked.

I nodded, sniffling.

Henry pulled up a chair for me to sit in, and then left the room.

I sat there, holding his hand, sobbing for hours. I couldn't believe that my husband, the man who had saved my life, the man whom I had just come to realize I loved, like no-one I had ever loved before, might die.

It was all a sad joke.

A nurse came in, recorded Greg's vitals, and left without a word.

Finally, I got up. I realized then that I had never let go of Greg's hand. I leaned over him, licked him on the ear, and told him: "You have to get better Greg. You have to. We're going to have a baby together."

Then I turned around and left him to the beeping machines and the respirator sound.

Outside, Henry was in the waiting room. She was nursing little Timothy. She saw me and stood up. "Let's go get you something to eat", she said.

I nodded, and we walked together to the cafeteria.

My stomach grumbled as I smelled the food, long before we had entered. Cafeteria food had never smelled so good. I guess I was starving. We walked in.

We stood in line with soldiers in camo, technicians, and doctors, mutants, uplifted animals, and even a few of what looked like humans. Of course, they could have been mutants with no physical deformities, like Kevin the telekinetic - there was just no way to tell.

I got a tray and ordered ham and bread - there wasn't much choice on the menu. But it was warm, and I was glad to get it.

We went to a table and sat down to eat. While we eating, I asked Henry why she was in the Resistance.

"Have you seen what Wallace did to the U.S. Constitution?", she asked.

I shook my head, no. I had completely forgotten to read up on politics when I was in D.C, having been too busy.

"There are sixty-six amendments now, including a state Church you have to tithe too."

I stared at her. The Church of God, where I had been married, was a state church?

"There's no freedom of anything anymore. Amendment forty-five is five pages long, all legalese, all dealing with the rights of corporations as people. Legal fictions have more rights now than we do! They can even maintain standing armies!"

I didn't know what to say to that.

"Professor", I asked, falling into my old role as student, "when did it first start to all go wrong?"

She sighed. "That's a tough question. It was a long slide into darkness. But I guess it all began with the rise of the Inheritors. We never should have created genetic super-humans in the first place. I guess it was only a matter of time before they enslaved the rest of us."

I nodded. I was about to ask another question when her baby began to cry, and my nose caught a foul odor. "Excuse me", she said, "I need to change Timothy."

She got up from the table and went to the ladies room. That will be me in about eight months, I thought to myself, watching her go. My tail waged slightly. I had to admit, I was kind of looking forward to having a baby of my own. Of course, I knew that was only hormones talking....

I wondered how well I would handle being a mother.

As I was finishing my meal, Mark walked into the cafeteria. He saw me and came up to my table, pulling out a chair and sitting.

"Are you okay, Sam?", he asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm... fine now."

"I could feel your anguish from half-way across the base", he said, putting out his hand.

I took his hand in mine. He squeezed it.

"I came to talk to you about upholding our end of the bargain", he said. "A beach house in California, with all the amenities, for Greg and an abortion for you."

I sighed, looking down. Then I looked back up, meeting his gaze. "I don't want the abortion anymore", I told him. "I'm having the baby."

He looked at me and smiled. "What made you change your mind?", he asked.

"I realized that I love Greg", I told him. "And our child may be all that I have left to remember him by...."

"I see", he said. "In that case, let's get you some pre-natal care. Also, you clothes and personal belongings, along with your gold, are in your new room. I assume you'll be staying until Greg is well enough to travel?"

I nodded. That was thoughtful of him.

He handed me a blue key-card with a room number on it. "Ill show you to your room when your ready."

"Okay", I replied. "Thank you."

"It's the least we could do", he said, smiling at me.

Then Henry came back from the ladies room. "Mark is going to show me my room", I told her. "I want you to come along so we can talk."

Henry nodded.

We got up from the table, emptied our trays, and feeling much better, walked out into the maze of hallways, ramps, and elevators.

Mark showed me to my room, and I keyed the lock and we walked in. It looked like any hotel room I had ever stayed at, with a bed, table, a pyramid-computer (but no TV), chest-of-drawers, and bathroom. Greg's and my stuff was pilled in one corner of the room.

"Here you go", said Mark.

"I want you to come to one of my lectures", said Henry. "I lecture on politics every evening at seven, in the main lecture hall."

I agreed, promising to find it and be there.

They left, and I got out of my hospital gown and went straight to the bathroom to shower. When I was done, I got dressed in a bra, panties, a simple green shirt and a blouse.

I didn't know what to do until seven, so I turned on the computer, and type "U.S. Constitution" into the search bar.

The base network had a complete copy of the east and west coast internet in it, although it was a few weeks old. I noticed that Wikipedia was still around, so I pulled up the file from there, and read through it.

It was shocking. It started out simple enough, then devolved into legalese as amendment after amendment was added. The last amendment, number sixty-six, took the right to vote away from humans, as well as the right to travel. Now, humans needed permit's to travel. From the TSA.

I found the earlier amendments, where Wallace had dissolved Congress, and added eight new Supreme Court justices, stacking the court. This was right after Amendment thirty, which granted uplifted animals citizenship. Amendment thirty-three made abortion murder. Amendment thirty-five established a state religion, and allowed for religious tests for government service.

Next, I decided to look up "Church of God". After wading though a lot of files, it seemed to have evolved out of the Council of Churches in the twenty-first century. A new "official" bible was printed, and theology and doctrine where unified. I wondered how they had brought the Catholic Church and the other churches together....

The Pope, it seemed, had fled the Vatican after it was sacked by the Caliphate of Europe, and now resided in Russia.

History, I thought, had taken a very strange turn.

Evening rolled around, and I decided to go to the lecture hall. I asked around for directions, and eventually found my way there. It was packed with mutants, humans, and uplifted animals. Henry, her baby still in his sling on her chest, was giving a lecture about what democracy had been like in the old America.

When she finished, she took questions. And there where a lot of them. People mostly wanted to know what the new Constitution would look like after Wallace was overthrown. She said it would still guarantee equal rights for all, but that all of the other amendments would be wiped from the books.

That seemed to please the crowd, although there was some debate over the "right to life" clause in the Constitution. I guess some things never changed....

After the lecture, I had a late dinner, and retired to bed.

The next day, right after breakfast, I went to visit Greg's doctors to find out what I could. They told me they had induced a coma, to "protect his brain from pain", and that it was anyone's guess when he would wake up, if ever.

But they let me sit in his room and hold his hand and talk to him for about an hour every day.

After that, my life fell into a routine. Mark asked me if the Resistance could use my bubble car to run supplies and personnel between bases if they paid me, and I told him yes, that would be fine. During the day, I read history books and played video games on the computer, and in the evening I went to Henry's lectures.

And I began to really miss Greg. I missed his company, his smile, the intimacy we shared. I missed the sex, too, but as a girl I didn't get increasingly horny over time like guys did, so that at least was something I could deal with. But it was very, very hard seeing him clinging to life in the intensive care ward every day.

I found the base's exercise facilities, and worked out every day, trying to stay fit. Sometimes, wolf-men or dog-men would hit on me, which was a new experience, but I just showed them my ring and told them I was married.

And my pregnancy grew. The little hard spot in my womb became a lump, then over the next month grew to the size of an apple, giving me a very slight baby bump. Sometimes I would rub it, thinking of Greg and how happy he would be to see me, and to feel his growing baby in me, once he woke up.

Still, I had to deal with morning sickness every day, and my breasts still ached sometimes, and felt puffy and swollen. And I knew things where only going to get worse for me, but I didn't care. I felt a simple joy in having a baby growing inside me, and a kind of pride, too. I was going to be a mother!

And now, that didn't bother me at all. Even though as a man, I had never wanted kids, I had found someone I_did_ want want to have kids with! Ironically, it was going to be me giving birth to them, though. And that thought worried me a little, but not too much. I knew I could handle it. At least, I felt I could....

They gave me regular medical check-ups, and every week, I talked to a doctor. They gave me vitamins to take, and by the time I was two and half months pregnant, they told me it would be safe to do a genetic test on my baby, and see if it was healthy. So I laid down in a hospital bed while they stuck a truly long needle into my womb, and sampled my amniotic fluid, then ran a genetic test on it. Three days later, the results came in: my baby was healthy, and I was going to have a boy!

I knew that Greg would be overjoyed at the news.

Finally, the day came when a nurse came to my room and told me that Greg was awake, and talking. Right away, I went to see him. The nurse told me to be gentle with him.

Greg was laying in the bed, off oxygen and the monitoring equipment. He looked up at me when I entered the room, and smiled. I ran up to him.

"Greg!", I exclaimed, kissing him and licking his muzzle and ears. "I was so worried!"

He kissed me back, and asked how I was doing.

I raised my shirt so Greg could see my slightly bulging belly, and I lifted his hand and put it to my womb so he could feel.

"We're going to have a boy, Greg!", I told him excitedly, and he smiled at me and told me he loved me.

My tail wagged. "I love you too, Greg", I told him.

Then he asked me: "How did the mission go?"

"We got the bomb back!", I told him. I left out the part where I had been shot. I didn't want to upset him.

He nodded. "So where going to move to California?", he asked.

"As soon as your well enough", I told him, and kissed him again.

Then the doctors told me that Greg needed to rest, and led me from the room.

I asked him how long it would be before he was up and around, and they told me it take him month's of physical therapy.

I nodded, and told them I understood, and asked if I could help with his therapy. They told me that would probably aid his recovery greatly, keeping him motivated.

And so I headed back to my room, happy in the knowledge that Greg was going to make it.