My best friend walked in just as I had laid my head on the metal table. He was carrying his usual machine gun and his goofy grin.

“Hey darling. Working on a name for the baby?”

I groaned and shifted my feet uncomfortably since they were shackled to the legs of the table, “Yeah.”

“You sure you don’t want to get a test to know the gender?”

I look up at him as he sits down across from me, “Doyle, I know it’s a girl. Trust me.”

Doyle shrugs, “So, what’s the girl gonna be called? I know the name is important since it’s the first Martian-Human child in history. You’re baby is going to be famous, you know so… no pressure.”

“I know! Your boss reminds me every day before she tries to kill me.”

Doyle chuckles, “I don’t know why she keeps trying to do that. She knows your husband put a force field over you. I’ll have to ask her about that.”

I moan, “I told you! It’s not a force field. It’s just a little device implanted in me that changes my physiology depending on the circumstance.”

“Force field.” He smiles.