Doomsday America.

Chapter 291 We're Going to Be Parents

Don't let Corbin's seemingly lackluster abilities fool you; he only appears less capable when compared to countless legendary cowboys. His own skills, even among the thousands of cowboys on Ranch 6666, would place him in the top 100.

In addition, he was much larger than Eugene, who was only about 1.75 meters tall, while Corbin had the excellent genes of the Bonnet family and was almost 1.92 meters tall... It's easy to imagine that a 1.92-meter-tall, muscular strongman wrestling with a 1.75-meter-tall, relatively slender sniper... well, Eugene was probably in a much larger class...

In short, no matter how hard Eugene struggled, he was eventually pinned down by Corbin and subjected to a brutal attack.

Of course, Corbin wasn't having an easy time either; he was only putting on a good show, seemingly dominating Eugene.

In reality, Eugene's counterattacks were brutal and vicious, all aimed at his groin. Even though Corbin had Eugene pinned down and was choking him, his inner thighs, genitals, and groin were already numb from Eugene's relentless attacks, to the point that Corbin felt nauseous. The fight escalated rapidly, reaching a fever pitch in a very short time, leaving the three spectators stunned. Fortunately, Old Feng and Thomas were both level-headed. After a moment of stunned silence, they rushed over, each grabbing one of the men, desperately pulling them apart while shouting, "Mazefak, stop!"

"Holy shit, stop right there!"

"Stop fucking hitting me!"

"Die until you're dead! Die until you're completely wiped out!"

It took a lot of effort for Old Feng and Thomas to pull the two apart. Even after being separated, Corbin continued to point at Eugene's nose and hurl insults. "Eugene, how dare you insult my aunt! I swear, damn it, I swear I'll kill you one day, absolutely!" "Fuck you, you bastard, come at me if you dare! You dare assault me, Mazze-Fuck? See how I deal with you later! I'll beat the shit out of you, or I'm not Lampard!" Eugene roared back, kicking Corbin repeatedly, but because Thomas had pulled him too far, his kicks couldn't reach Corbin. And when Corbin also started trying to kick Eugene to death with his long legs…

Old Feng helplessly hugged Corbin's chest and whispered in Corbin's ear.

"That's enough, Corbin! Eugene isn't insulting your aunt, no, it's just that the boss's wife might be pregnant, just now!" "What?"

Upon hearing this, Corbin finally paused, looking at Old Feng in astonishment and asking incredulously.

"What the hell did you say? Did I not hear you?"

"No, you heard me clearly, you impulsive bastard, your aunt is indeed dead. Anne died peacefully, and Nikita, she's pregnant, damn it, she's almost certainly pregnant. Eugene is laughing at the news, not at your aunt, Mazefak!"

Old Feng shouted an explanation into Corbin's ear, and his voice stunned Corbin.

Corbyn remained silent for a long time, then finally stopped what he was doing and stood there with a bewildered expression.

Seeing that Corbin had completely calmed down, Thomas also released Eugene, who was no longer struggling, and spoke to Eugene.

"Eugene, you should apologize to Corbin too. Damn it, you've made Corbin misunderstand."

"Apologize? Screw your apology, that's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Hearing Thomas's suggestion, Eugene turned his head unhappily, intending to spit on the ground.

"drink……!"

But just as Eugene had put his saliva in his mouth, he remembered something: Gavin would never allow anyone to vomit anything disgusting into his beautiful house while they were not drunk! Thinking of this, Eugene awkwardly put his saliva in his mouth, stared blankly for almost five seconds, and then turned around and gave Corbin the middle finger.

"Fuck you!"

He cursed angrily with phlegm in his mouth, then strode back to his room and refused to come out again for a while.

Watching Eugene's departing figure, Corbin froze for a moment before hurriedly clutching his crotch in pain.

Eugene, that bastard, went too far.

After briefly calming his younger brother down, Corbyn took a deep breath and walked past Old Feng into Anne's room.

By this time, Anne's body had been properly tidied up by the staff, and she was lying there quietly.

She was dressed in neat denim attire, just like her cowgirl persona in life, and lay down on the ground with a dignified air.

Seeing Anne standing motionless, Corbyn's eyes welled up with tears. He strode over to Anne, knelt on one knee, and grasped her left hand, saying, "I'm sorry I'm late, Aunt..."

As he said this, Corbyn couldn't help but exhale a breath of alcohol.

He had drunk quite a bit last night and was taken back to his room to sleep around 9:30, so he didn't get to see Annie one last time, which he deeply regretted. Especially since Annie, in the final moments of her life, still had the strength to dress herself in a denim outfit.

Damn it, I should have been with her. She was able to dress me, she must have had the strength to say some final words to me before she died, but I missed that moment because I was drunk, and I didn't hear anything! Thinking of this, Corbin's tears welled up in his eyes again, and he simply grabbed Anne's arm and cried bitterly.

Outside the door, looking at Anne's body, old Bert remained silent for a long time before speaking softly.

"I just found out about this. My older sister Annie..."

At this point, old Bert stopped talking, slowly shuffling over to Corbin and Anne, and gently patting Corbin on the shoulder. "Alright, you Bonnet brat, don't make this old blacksmith look down on you. We're all tough guys from cowboy families, stop crying!" "Look at Sister Anne, how lucky she was to die! Even I, this old man, can't help but envy her!"

"I have no desire to die on the battlefield. My greatest wishes now are, firstly, to see Gavin's child born and grow up safely, and secondly, to leave this world peacefully and quietly, like Sister Anne, without causing trouble or suffering!"

"And thirdly, like Sister Anne, I want Gavin, my good son, to personally see me off!"

"I don't want to end my life in pain and screaming like the other patients I've seen."

"I don't want to be old and crippled, watching others deal with the excrement and urine I left on my bed with a face full of shame and helplessness." "But everything I wanted, Sister Anne has already received, she should be satisfied, and she is indeed without pain, so don't let your shameful tears taint Anne's lucky and pure soul, you bastard!" With that, old Bert patted Corbin on the shoulder again.

Then, he turned away from Corbin and Anne, returned to Old Feng and Thomas, patted Thomas on the arm and said.

"Alright, guys, let the Bonnet kid keep his family company for a while. You two come with me to the old manor's pharmacy." "We don't have pregnancy tests on our manor. They're all in the old manor. Hurry up and take me there to get one; Nikita needs it." "Okay!"

Upon hearing this, Old Feng immediately nodded, and then led Old Bert away from the second floor and towards the lobby.

As they walked, Old Feng asked Old Bert.

"But Old Bert, Nikita drank quite a bit last night. Will the pregnancy test still be accurate? I don't really know much about this!" "Huh? Why wouldn't it be accurate?"

Upon hearing this, old Bert smiled and shook his head, saying...

"The principle behind pregnancy tests is to detect human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG) in urine to determine whether a person is pregnant. Alcohol does not prevent the production of this hormone."

"Of course, if you urinate a lot after drinking, the excess urine might dilute the hormone, making the test less accurate." "But this inaccuracy only occurs with negative results. That is, because the urine is diluted, a pregnant woman might test negative after drinking." "And if a woman tests positive for pregnancy after drinking, then she is definitely pregnant, without a doubt!"

"Anyway, let's find that thing and test Nikita first. If it shows she's not pregnant, then test her again in three to five days and there won't be any problems!" "Anyway, after hearing Eugene's description, I think Nikita is most likely pregnant. The old man's hunch is usually very accurate, trust me." After saying this, the two of them went straight across the meadow and came to the old manor to search.

Meanwhile, at Gavin Manor, in Gavin and Nikita's room.

Nikita sat on the bed, her face pale and bluish.

She curled up her toes, brought her legs together, carefully held Gavin's hand, and whispered something while covering her mouth.

"Honey, do I... do I... have some kind of terminal illness? Waaah..."

Nikita felt like crying, but her strong personality made her suppress her sobs, and she looked up at Gavin sadly.

And Gavin...

He was staring intently at Nikita's belly just a second ago, but he burst out laughing at Nikita's words.

"Huh?"

Gavin asked incredulously.

"Why would you think that, Nikki?"

"Because I vomited so badly, and I've never vomited like this before!"

Nikita spoke with difficulty, her face pale.

"Vomiting is never a good thing, it can't be. On the night of the apocalypse, my mother... my mother who turned into a zombie, vomited violently right in front of me." "I didn't know what was wrong, so I went closer to check, until my mother, with vomit still in her mouth, threw herself at me." "If my brother, who cared about our mother as much as I did, hadn't pushed me away, if he hadn't risked being bitten to push me away, then... I wouldn't have had the chance to see you at all." "So... vomiting, God swallows, it's really not a good thing, I'm so scared, Gavin."

"I think I threw up so many times. I don't remember much about last night, but I think I threw up last night too. I...Is it...?" Nikita finally couldn't hold back her distress and worry any longer. She buried her face in Gavin's arms, biting her lip and breathing heavily with concern. Hearing Nikita's words, Gavin quickly put his arm around her and then tapped her lower abdomen with his fingertip.

"Nikki, why are you only thinking about zombies? Even though we've faced a zombie apocalypse, zombies aren't everything." "I admit, vomiting doesn't leave a good impression on me. I've personally witnessed someone vomiting in front of me while simultaneously turning into a zombie and baring its fangs at me, until I chopped her head off with an unopened military knife!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Nikita looked up and asked in a low voice.

"Her? You used the word 'her'? Who is she?"

This question was purely Nikita's instinct; after all, Nikita was very quick-witted, and in an instant, she was thinking about which version of herself would appear in Gavin's sight around three in the morning. Faced with Nikita's question, Gavin paused slightly, then rubbed Nikita's tummy before replying.

"It was Gigi Hadid, honey. That night was my celebration of my fifth consecutive win, and Gigi was one of the spoils." "Really? That rich heiress? A Victoria's Secret Angel?"

Upon hearing this, Nikita gave a noncommittal snort.

In the past, she would never have felt such intense jealousy, but now, for some reason, just hearing Gavin's words made her mouth water, and she felt her emotions were becoming uncontrollable. So, with a cold expression, Nikita instantly forgot her earlier worries, turned her head away from Gavin's gaze, and gave a soft snort.

"Since you like that rich kid so much, why don't you replace me with her? She's tall and big, and her breasts and butt are much bigger than mine, aren't they?" "And that brat Winnie, that brat has been waiting for you. You're quite moral, Mr. Saint. Why don't you dump me and go live with your brat and Victoria's Secret angels?" Nikita paused for a moment after saying this, then couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

She smiled and shook her head, then hugged Gavin's waist and pressed her face against his chest.

"No, I can't stand life without you. Even if I'm being willful, that model or whatever has to stay away from you."

"Forget about Winnie, that kid is older than me after all. If she's still hung up on you when she grows up, I wouldn't mind giving her a little something. But models are out of the question. My mom says all models are sluts, no exceptions, darling."

"Yeah, Nikki, all models are bitches. I checked them one by one before I met you. Your mother was right."

Gavin interrupted Nikita, then rubbed her tummy and said...

"But none of that matters. That's all in the past. What we need to think about now is the future."

"You still think your vomiting is something to worry about? If you ask me, it really is something to worry about!"

"Nikki, when you associate your vomiting with zombies, have you ever considered that you might be... pregnant?" "What?! How could that be?! I... this... ah?!!"

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Nikita sat up abruptly, put her hands on Gavin's shoulders, and shouted.

"I am pregnant?!!"

"I don't know, but it's possible that's not the case. At least that's what Lao Feng, the man who recently became a father, told me. He said that the way you vomited was very similar to how his wife was pregnant. You two are..." Knock knock knock!

Before Gavin could finish speaking, there was a loud knocking on his door, which made the flustered Nikita jump to her feet. "Boss, it's me, it's Old Feng! Open the door, boss!"

The sound from outside the door made Nikita blush instantly. She quickly jumped out of bed, intending to open the door, but then belatedly stopped and covered her stomach. She was a little confused, a little uneasy, but mostly overjoyed and fearful. Overjoyed because she might be pregnant—it was such a wonderful surprise. And fearful…

I landed so violently, I hope it didn't hurt the child.

Well, Nikita, who was potentially a mother for the first time, was indeed filled with such anxieties and uncertainties.

Gavin stood up as Nikita lingered, strode to the door, and opened it to welcome Old Feng inside.

Old Feng strode into the room, handed the small box in his hand to Gavin, and said.

"Boss, I don't know much about American pregnancy test brands, but Old Bert says the Clearblue brand is better for early pregnancy detection!" "If you test six days before your period is due, it will give an accurate result. Old Bert says it's almost 99% accurate." "You guys should test now! Good heavens, so many people are waiting for accurate news, me too!"

At this point, old Bert patted Gavin's hand, which was clutching the pregnancy test.

Meanwhile, Nikita, belatedly realizing what was happening, widened her eyes and clutched her tummy in surprise as she exclaimed.

"Yeah, Lao Feng is right. My period is definitely over, but I haven't gotten my period at all this month!"

"I'm so stupid...really, I thought my period was late because I was too nervous during the apocalypse, but even if I was nervous, my period wouldn't be more than half a month late!" "Oh my god, you're going to be a dad! Gavin, no, I mean, I'm going to be a mom! I'm going to be a mom!"

With a joyful shout, Nikita kicked her bare feet and rushed to Gavin's side, snatched the pregnancy test from his hand, and dashed into the bathroom. Watching Nikita's hurried retreating figure, Gavin suppressed his excitement and smiled, nodding to Old Feng.

Before he could say anything, Nikita ran out of the bathroom again.

Nikita clutched the pregnancy test in embarrassment and whispered shyly to Gavin.

"Honey, how do I use this...?"

"I'll teach you!"

After a moment of surprise, Gavin quickly took Nikita back to the bathroom.

As she walked toward the bathroom, Nikita clutched the pregnancy test and Gavin's hand, grumbling to Gavin.

"Yes, sir, you must be very good at using this stuff. All those Victoria's Secret Angels must have used it, right? Do you have ten or eight illegitimate children outside? Did Gigi have one for you?"

"Nikki!"

Their conversation ceased completely after they went into the bathroom, leaving Old Feng standing alone in the bedroom, staring wide-eyed with utter bewilderment. "What angel? What Gigi? What are they talking about?"

Old Feng silently made a bear-like shrug gesture, then anxiously paced back and forth while waiting.

And so, about six minutes later.

Gavin and Nikita left the bathroom in silence. Then, Gavin stood in front of the bathroom door, held up the pregnancy test to Old Feng, and laughed loudly, saying, "Old Feng, damn it, Nikita and I are going to be parents! We're having a baby!!!"