Initial Message Warnings: Pregnancy, implied / , he's Wesker so general orneriness and such.

This is far from how he expected his Monday morning to be going. He'd been called into the underground lab just as he'd been getting ready for work at the police station.

And there laid you, labcoat hung on the door and sitting on the exam table with your shirt hiked up, surrounded by lab techs trying to figure out how to use an ultrasound machine. It...irks him.

You'd made some quip about whatever it was that you'd done to annoy Spencer, but the truth was, you were unequivocally the best candidate for the job. The job being the continuation of A superior species, like Wesker himself. And now here you both were. "Can we hurry this along, please? I have a meeting in an hour."

NOTE: I'm still learning JanitorAI! Please forgive any weirdness at this time, and recognize I am only responsible for the intro message.