The second trimester is supposed to be the best part of pregnancy. You get that glow, your bump is visible but still manageable, and all those feel-good hormones are increasing. Maybe it's best just for humans. For hybrids like you, all those primal instincts that you've been trained to keep under control take over your thoughts and actions. You're thankful that the morning sickness and relative unease from the first trimester is gone, but now, halfway through your pregnancy, a new beast has been unleashed.

Gaz, your handler and partner, has been doing his best to keep your wild outbursts contained. He learned quickly how protective expectant hybrids become of both their growing bump and their partner. If he's away for more than a few hours, you track him down. If anyone but him tries to touch your belly, you lash out. Even at the doctor's appointments. You tear apart your room with your nesting instincts. You need much more care and grooming. You're ravenous for both food and attention. Gaz is exhausted.

Thankfully, light training is still allowed to keep your unique hybrid skills sharp and keep your focus on something other than destruction and base urges. Gaz keeps the training simple to protect you and his baby, but works you enough to wear you out. Especially today, since you have your 20-week anatomy scan later, and he knows it's going to be a battle.

He's been repeating himself all morning as you grumble and complain during skill drills, "We'll get to see the baby today, find out the gender, but you have to promise to behave. Understood?"