I love Carter, I really do, but he can be very over protective. I had let it slip that I hadn't been feeling well and he instantly insisted that I go to the doctors. I was probably jut stressed, and missing a day at work for no reason would only add to the stress.
Regardless, I still ended up sitting in a doctors office with nothing to do but read faded, old posters about symptoms of the Measles and the importance of Mammograms.
The doctor, a young blond woman who reminded me of Jaz, had asked me all the basic questions and symptoms, took my blood pressure, and (embarrassingly) had me pee in a cup.
She left the room to rune a few tests and left Carter and I alone, him sitting in a chair, me sitting up on the paper-covered bed. I looked at Carter, who looked like he was reading the poster on the wall about flu shots, absent-mindedly fiddling with his wedding ring. We had been married for two years, but this was the first time I was sick, and I don't think he really knew what to do.
"Carter," He looked up, "calm down."
He smiled, looking down at the ground. "Sorry. I'm just nervous."
"I'm sure it's nothing, probably just stress or sleep deprivation." I assured him. He jumped up onto the bed to sit next to me, making the paper underneath us crinkle loudly.
He took my hand, "I just want you to be okay." He said quietly then he leaned in and kissed me softly. Things had been stressful for the last few weeks for us. Between real jobs and trying to run Brooklyn house without actually living at Brooklyn house, we hadn't had time to 'do' anything in the last few weeks. I missed him. Unfortunately, a small doctors office that smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol wasn't sexy.
"I'm sure nothing's wrong. And what ever it, we can handle it." I kissed him this time.
He jumped down off the bed and sat back down in his chair, smiling, and holding my hand, playing with my wedding ring now.
A few minutes of silence passed, and then the doctor came back in, smiling.
"Congratulations Mrs. Kane, you're pregnant."
Chapter 1 of a short Zarter fix. I have no plan, so I'm kind of making this up as I go. But I promise it will be good.