"How peculiar." Said he, looking over everything. "Hoo-hoo, very interesting."

"What's up, doc?" You ask, growing frustrated. You wanted to get all of your wives checked up, but this was already taking up the better half of an hour.

"It seems like this is was all in vain." Said the doctor as he let go of the papers, causing them to unceremoniously flop down. "They all show different a progression of her pregnancy, with varying timelines, the first two orbs even contradicting themselves a few times, while the Savant-made one reacted oddly to your wife. Mr. John Doe, tell me, does you wife happen to be a Savant as well?"

"Maybe. What if she is?"

"Nothing, perhaps." He hoo'd like an owl again, this time with some exasperation. "Except that her pregnancy has developed fast enough to determine one fact, revealing— in what is probably the only thing these artifacts' results agree on— that your wife will have twins."

You didn't know what to say. Your first thought was to celebrate the good news with your first wife, but Herta did more than enough with a happy squeal, pouncing and hugging you.

"Indeed, this is a cause for great joy. And yet," Nicodemus brought out some more papers, "I have proof that last time you and your slave-wife were here, the pregnancy was going about as normal. A human woman would not be so developed." He pointed at Herta's swollen stomach with a wing. "Results like that are more akin to a demi-human or fae of some kind."

"Are you saying that there's something wrong?" Considering that this doctor made you worry over nothing last time you came here due to his good intentions, it's likely he would mistake Herta's divine blessing for something else again.

"From what I can tell, it's likely an error in with the accuracy of the information I've basing my assumptions on. I shall ask you again; is your wife truly human? I only say this because varying gestation periods are found in beastfolk, fae, merfolk, and harpies. There is no shame in uncertainty— as a bird of science, I myself am uncertain of many things. But we must all start from somewhere," He took off his glasses and stared at you intently. "There is an important inquiry I wish to make: Did you do as I recommended when suggesting what to do in order to prevent mana-sickness in her? And did you take measures to stop the extensive flow of Holy Magic in your wife's system?"

You hadn't even looked at those papers he gave you, but you knew for a fact that you had nothing to worry about since she was literally a goddess.