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“We‘re already in the process of starting a family. I‘m pregnant. I found out before coming here. My doctor told me that this baby is going to gestate at the same speed of a human baby, but he doesn‘t quite look human. He‘s going to be just like you.”
“It was the same for all my babies. The gestation period would be nine months, but they wouldn‘t look normal. Their mothers would abort them because they thought they were monsters.”
“Well, I don‘t think my baby is a monster. I think my baby‘s a blessing.” She gave him a kiss on the lips, said, “See you later,” and walked to the door, opened the door, and walked out of the office.
Hours later, Robinson went to Brie‘s house to see if she had gotten better by any chance, but unfortunately, that wasn‘t the case. On the contrary, every minute she seemed to get worse. Brianne‘s sister, Barbara opened the door for Robinson. Brie had seen Robinson‘s car on her driveway from the window of her bedroom in her estate in England. Her brother, Cody was surprised.
“Oh, my God, Brie, how did Robinson Bennett get here so fast? We know he‘s coming from the United States.”
“We know that he‘s a supernatural creature. He can do anything he wants and be anywhere he wants, when he wants. He probably came to fire me in person and see my tears running down my face, at the notion that I‘ve got to start all over. I don‘t even want to entertain the thought.”
“Nah, I don‘t think he‘d fire you. You are one of his best artists. If he does that he‘ll be hurting everyone, not just you. You are his highest-selling artist, Brianne.”
“Well, let‘s see what he wants, shall we? Barb must be bringing him over to my room.”
Barb knocked on the door to Brie‘s room.
Brie said, “Come in.”
Barb and Robinson came into the room. Barb closed the door behind her. Robinson took the liberty of sitting on Brie‘s computer-desk chair in her room. “Hello, Brie. I know I don‘t have to ask you how you‘re doing.”
“How are you doing, Robinson?”
“I‘m worried about you. I came all the way from the US to see if we can do anything to avoid the cancellation of your tour. I know I didn‘t bring a doctor with me…”
Brie felt that all of her sinuses were clearing up, apparently without anyone doing anything, and she felt her vocal cords working, healing, and getting better, until she got her voice back. Robinson talked and talked things that she wasn‘t listening to because her body was working on healing itself, and all she could do was feel it happening. She felt like someone was operating on her or something. She couldn‘t move, talk or think. She couldn‘t touch her throat and her chest while they were clearing up. Without medicine, she recovered in a matter of minutes. Her bronchitis was gone and the damage to the vocal cords was reversed. “Oh, my God…”
“Something wrong, Brie?” Cody asked, worried.
“I don‘t know what happened, but I feel better now. My ailments could be gone. I have to go to the doctor to make sure so I can rehearse for my concert the day after tomorrow.” Brie got up and out of bed, which was something she couldn‘t do since she became sick.
“Huh?” Barb couldn‘t believe it. “How could this happen?”