âSurely that should have been ââ
âNo,â said Montag. âYouâre not. And youâre not nine weeks pregnant either.â
âBut you told me ââ
âSamara, my estimates were based on normal rates of prenatal growth. But thatâs not whatâs happening here. Your baby is developing at remarkable speed. Somewhere between two and three times as fast as a normal pregnancy. You may actually have been carrying this child for as few as six weeks.â
âSix weeks â¦â Mum repeated.
Which means she didnât get pregnant until after we got here, I realised.
âYouâre serious,â said Dad, shaking his head at the doc. âYouâre actually â How? How is this happening?â
âIâm doing all I can to find out,â said Montag. âBut this situation is completely unprecedented.â
The room went quiet again.
Mumâs hands moved to her stomach, like she was trying to shield the baby from what the doc was telling her. Or maybe she was just searching for something solid and real in the middle of all of this insanity.
âWhat now?â said Dad eventually.
âWell,â said Montag, âbased on the current rate of growth, Iâd say youâve got no more than nine weeks before your baby reaches full term, which would put your due date somewhere in the vicinity of ââ He broke off, eyes flickering in my direction for just a fraction of a second. ââ somewhere in the vicinity of August 13.â
Mum and Dad just nodded, completely missing the weight of what Montag had just said.
August 13.
Day Zero.
This baby was going to arrive just in time for the end of the world.
Chapter 6
M ONDAY , J UNE 15
59 DAYS
I found Luke on the way into school the next day and filled him in on my impossible weekend. He listened to the whole thing without interrupting, although that may have been because he was too weirded out to speak.
After ten minutes of talking, I looked up to find myself standing at the bike racks outside the front office. Iâd hardly even noticed where Iâd been walking. We chained up our bikes and wandered out to the quad.
Luke leant back against the wall of the industrial arts block. âJordan, this is ⦠insane. If you told all this to Peter, heâd say you were ââ
âYeah,â I said. âThatâs why Iâm talking to you about it.â
Luke pursed his lips and my heart sank. If he didnât buy it either â¦
âNot that I donât believe you,â he said quickly, catching the look on my face. âI mean, after everything else thatâs happened here ⦠But this is ââ
âRidiculous,â I finished. âEven for us. Yeah. I know.â
Luke craned his neck, staring out behind me.
âWhat are you doing?â I asked.
âNothing. I just â If Peter sees us hanging out like this â¦â
I rolled my eyes, sick of tiptoeing around Peterâs stupid suspicions. âLet him see,â I said. âItâs not like weâre even doing anything.â
âYeah, I know. I just donât want him to ââ
âDonât want me to what? â snapped a voice from around the corner.
Luke flinched, face turning red.
Peter wheeled around the side of the building. I got the feeling heâd been waiting back there for a while now, choosing his moment to strike.
âNothing,â said Luke again. âI didnât mean ââ
âNo, come on mate,â said Peter, storming over. âTell me. Whatâs gonna happen if I see you guys together? Huh? What am I going to do?â
âWell, I was going to say react badly,â said Luke, recovering himself a bit, âbut since youâre being so calm about it all, I guess I was ââ
He broke off as Peter took hold of his shirt.
âOi!â I said. âPete, câmon.â
But I