Dangers of Delivery
by Jez Patterson
The term "expecting a baby" always seemed to include an element of doubt. As in: I was expecting a baby, so imagine my surprise when a chicken turned up.
Captain Percina Saunders sighed, wishing the air she blew out would deflate some of the enormous belly that was currently strapped to her midriff. "Saunders Junior" was two weeks overdue and she was seriously considering initiating more drastic measures. Caesarean section was aptly named: designed to remove a petty little dictator who was refusing to leave his palace. Brutus's solution had been dramatic... but understandable.
It's a Saunders, her mother had said. We don't do things when we're told, but when they're right.
"Are you sure you want to work today?" Martin asked.
"I want to keep busy," Percina said, heaving herself into the space-ambulance's cockpit and flicking the seatbelt out the way.