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Ana knows that Gabriel will be louder once she tells him, and she takes the precaution to tell him in his room instead of a public place.
“Okay, what’s up, Amari?” He has the look of a long suffering man on his face, and it takes Ana a minute to realize that he’s expecting a complaint or an issue to be brought up about the next mission. So she laughs at him, waving a hand as he looked beyond indignant.
“Nothing to do with work, I assure you. I’m p—“ good god, this is the first time she’s actually said the words out loud-- all she said to Jack was that she was going to have a baby, and somehow that didn't sound as real as this does. “I’m pregnant.”
He opens his mouth to say something, then freezes, obviously not sure at all what to say. It’s not often that Ana sees him at a loss for words, and files away the scene in her head.
“Now, before you ask, I already told Jack, because he wasn’t front and center in Reinhardt’s story time. It’s also not the child of anyone in the group, because I’m not that kind of idiot. Some random man from one of our post-mission nights.” Ana scowls. “I’m usually so damn careful too…must have messed something up.”
There’s more silence, but just as Ana moves to check and see if Gabriel has died or passed out with his eyes open, he’s picking her up, jabbering excitedly at her and spinning her around.
“Pregnant!? Oh my god Ana, you’re going to have a baby? How long have you known? How far along are you? I will fight Reinhardt and Jack and everyone else to hold them first I do not care if I need the shotguns—“
Ana shrieks at the sudden trip into the air, wrapping her arms around Gabriel’s neck and letting herself be spun, glad that the higher-ups get nicer rooms, usually with thicker walls.
“Gabo! Please—“ she’s laughing with him now, and pulls away enough to knock a fist against the top of his head. “If you put me down, I’ll tell you what I know, idiot. I should probably tell Jackie this too—all he knows is that I’ve got a parasite.”
He sets her down and heads to the door. “I can’t believe you’re calling my future niece or nephew a parasite, Ana. Be nice to that spawn of Satan or I’ll make sure to tell them every embarrassing thing about you once they’re old enough to appreciate you falling off that table, drunk off your ass a few weeks ago.”
Ana shoves him in the back with a groan. “Just go find Jackie so I can spill all the beans, you al'ahmaq.”
He laughs, because he knows she’s swearing at him, and disappears down the hall as Ana gets all of her info ready to report.
She’s known for a week, at least, and she’s probably only a month or so along. She’s got an appointment with a doctor in a few days, before they move on again, and there is no way in any hell that Morrison and Reyes are benching her until she’s ready to be benched.