A/N: Hey ok so if you read this story in its original form, well I just didn't like it anymore so I'm doing this now. Anyway I don't own these books, and I'm not making a reference to any others!!!!
SPOV
Jesse looked at me with his dark, deep, brown eyes, expecting, waiting, and anticipating. What could I say to him? That after sixteen months of trying, that still we had no results, at least not the way we wanted.
I looked into his eves, and shook my head. His face fell into a frown, and he looked at his watch.
"Susannah, I've got to get to the hospital. Listen we will go to dinner tonight and talk. Maybe…"
He didn't continue but we both knew what he was thinking. A doctor, we may need a doctor. I knew he thought it was me but I was going to make it perfectly clear to him tonight that it could be him too.
Jesse and I had been married for two years now. He had just gotten a resident job at Memorial Hospital in San Francisco. I worked at an elementary school teaching fifth graders. That was my favorite age so far. They understood enough that you could actually laugh at their jokes, but not too much so that the jokes were bad.
We lived in a small apartment, living room, bathroom, kitchen, and a bedroom. If we did have a baby then we would definitely need more room.
Jesse walked down the small hall between our bathroom, and bedroom. I stared at his back and couldn't help the feeling that flooded me, the feeling that I had let my husband down.
He came out of the bedroom and kissed me lightly on the lips before walking out the door. Once I heard the car start, I started crying. Not hard or anything, don't think I've gone soft on you, but just a few tears escaped. I called my doctor and made an appointment for today.