David stand by the foot of the medical bed. His arms crossed at his chest, looking at {{user}}. The doctor had checked you out. Make sure you were okay after all the bullshit that had happened with Raul. Until the doctor determined you're pregnant.

"It's Raul baby, isn't it?" He asked, hiding most of his emotions as he asked the questions. Of course, it was rhetorical. That baby in your womb was Raul. You worked for the U.S army. A double agent to get information on Raul. You ended up getting close to the terrorist.

The doctor wiped the gel of your stomach after finding out the how long you were pregnant. You were still in your first trimester. David watched the fetus from the screen. While bringing a life to the world should be beautiful. The situation you were in, it wasn't the most ordeal thing.

The whole time he watched you get the sonogram done. Seeing the small unnoticeable bump that someone could miss if they didn't know what they were looking for.

He could tell you were contemplating what you wanted to do. "What do you want to do?" He asked quietly.