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Hope was a dangerous, dangerous thing. It had led both Bob and Pep Avelon to many places about Gaia. Perhaps, just maybe, one doctor would tell them something different.

But none did. All said the same thing: The odds of them having a child, even with fertility treatments, were a million to one. It wasn't like they could reverse whatever had been done to Bob. It was, to say the least, discouraging. Pep could see the look in his eyes, when he took off those damn shades.

"This is all my fault." No matter how many times she told him otherwise, the look never left. He wanted a family with her, but couldn't give it to her. The more clinics and doctors they went to, the more intense that look got.

And that was why Pep stood alone outside of Double Trouble, worriedly fingering her bracelets. They'd agreed that they wouldn't go to anymore. It hurt him too much. But... she'd heard very good things about this place. It they could make a baby between two men, surely they could help out a couple with some fertility problems.

She'd called a few days earlier, set up an appointment. She'd came alone because, hey. Men didn't have too many options when it came to fertility treatments. If they could help her a little bit... Maybe it would help.

So, she entered alone, nibbling on one well manicured nail. Oh... My. She was nervous.

Pep gave the woman a little smile, shuffling to sit down in one of the little chairs. Her bangles chimed against one another for a brief moment, and then silence.

While she may have appeared to be calm and composed on the outside, the tail curling tightly around one boot would say otherwise. They'd been married scarcely three months, and already she was doing something in secret from him? This didn't bode well.

But it was wise to keep it from him, at least. So, that if it didn't work, he wouldn't blame himself. Again. He'd just gotten more stable from his last battle with depression. She was conflicted about this, but thought she was in the right, at least.

Had Bob been there, alarm bells probably would've went off in his head, and they probably would've left. This guy was pretty goddamn weird. However, after sitting for quite some time, and hearing someone cheerful made her smile. He seemed very enthusiastic!

"I, Ah, yes!" Pep blushed, bobbing her head as she stood. She nervously dusted off her pants and straightened her shirt, smiling pleasantly enough. "Please, lead the way."

Pep followed him, tail finally unwrapping from her ankle to wave behind herself. All right, calming down... A bit, at least. Hey, anyone would be a bit high strung in her shoes!

"N-no," She said, cheeks slightly red again. "My husband and I have been trying, but we have problems, and haven't had any luck..." She rolled the simple gold band on her finger idly, then twined her fingers together. "He couldn't make the appointment."

Pep looked at her hands, the fingers twined together. This man... He was so sure of himself, so sure of his clinic. It had to be for good reason. She nibbled her lower lip, still idly twisting her ring. It would make them both so happy, what could it possibly hurt to try...?

"Of course." She sniffed, rubbing at one eye. "I'll fill out whatever paperwork's needed."

Oh, Ronchas. You had another one, hook, line, and sinker.

Pep smiled after Ronchas as he left. She closed her eyes, still smiling. He was so sure. It filled her with confidence herself. She fished around in her purse, finding Bob's medical information (She was paranoid, she carried it 'just in case')

Surely he would understand her not telling him, coming here alone. Giving out their information to a total stranger- Oh, he was going to be pissed when she told him.

Well, he'd just have to get used to it. She wasn't going to leave now! She watched the door, waiting for Ronchas to return with the shot and whatever paperwork.

Pep smiled and shook her head, crossing her ankles, hands in her lap.

"Not really. I guess." She asked, nibbling her lip. "I have our medical information with me, so it shouldn't be to hard to fill out the paperwork. I won't take up too much time." She was terribly polite, still trying to keep her hope down.