All I Ever WantedSummary: Lucy and Kevin have been trying for a baby for well over a year. When Lucy starts fertility drugs, will they get more than they bargained for?
A/N: I'm not an expert on some of this stuff, but I hope I made it sound convincing. Also, Savannah does not exist in this story. I hope you enjoy! Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Lucy and Kevin sat together in the waiting room of the doctor's office where they were scheduled to see Dr. Susan Driscoll for the first time. Lucy anxiously flipped through a parenting magazine, unable to concentrate on the article she was reading. Kevin watched her, wishing that their name would be called, as Lucy's continual ruffling of the magazine was making the both of them nervous.
The Kinkirks had been trying to get pregnant for nearly two years, but without success. It pained Kevin to see Lucy become so upset over not being able to conceive, because he knew that a child was all she ever wanted. Finally, Lucy's doctor had recommended her seeing a local fertility specialist. And now, there they were, waiting to be called into her office.
After what seemed like several eternities to Kevin and Lucy, a short, plump woman called out, "Lucy Kinkirk," in a monotone voice. The couple followed the nurse through the halls and found themselves inside of an office with a desk and a chair behind it, and 2 chairs set up in front of it.
"An…an office?" Lucy asked the nurse, surprised not to be in a room with a bed covered in paper, a sink, and medical posters.
"Yes, ma'am," the nurse replied, "Dr. Driscoll's routine is to talk to her patients first, and get to know them a little bit."
"Oh," Lucy breathed, feeling slightly stupid.
"Dr. Driscoll will be in momentarily," the nurse informed Kevin and Lucy and proceeded to walk out the door.
"Thank you," Kevin called to the nurse as she stepped out into the hallway, and he and Lucy sat in the two chairs.
Kevin and Lucy sat in silence for several moments, Kevin annoyingly tapping his foot on the floor and drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair he was sitting in.
Lucy slapped Kevin lightly on his hand. "Stop doing that, you're making me nervous."
"Sorry," Kevin apologized and turned his head in the opposite direction, avoiding eye contact with Lucy, and observing the office he and his wife were sitting in.
The walls were painted a dull blue-gray color with framed photos of infants hanging on them as well as Dr. Driscoll's medical school degree. The carpet was navy blue and potted plants sat on the floor. The desk was in the center of the small office, with a name plate that read 'Dr. Susan Driscoll'. What Kevin also noticed were the various pictures of children sitting in the desk, facing him and Lucy. Kevin thought it was odd that the doctor would have pictures of her children facing the people sitting in the chairs. It seemed almost evil that she would have them pointed at the couple who was unable to conceive. Kevin took one last look at his surroundings and wondered if the rest of he and Lucy's lives would start in that very office.
After a couple minutes of waiting, Lucy and Kevin heard the office door open, and were greeted by the doctor.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kinkirk. I'm Dr. Driscoll," Kevin and Lucy each stood and extended their hands. Dr. Driscoll accepted, warmly shook each of their hands, and sat down at her desk.
Dr. Driscoll was a fairly young woman, only about the age of forty. She had straight, fiery red hair down to her shoulders, fair skin, and glassy, green eyes. She had a kind face and a warm smile. Kevin and Lucy were made to feel very comfortable as they watched her quickly scan Lucy's file.
Dr. Driscoll finally picked her head up from the papers she was reading, "This is your first visit to a fertility specialist, I see," Dr. Driscoll stated, half talking to herself.
"Yes," Lucy confirmed, "my obstetrician recommended me to you about a month ago."
"And how long have you been trying to conceive for, Ms. Kinkirk?"
Lucy shifted nervously in her seat. "2 years."
"This first visit is just about gathering information and discussing options," Kevin and Lucy were informed by Dr. Driscoll.
The doctor took out a notepad and pen, "Is there any history of infertility in either of your families?"
Kevin and Lucy looked at each other. "No, I don't think so," Lucy said.
"No history of miscarriages in your families?"
Kevin and Lucy both shook their heads.
Dr. Driscoll turned to Lucy, "Does your mother or any sisters have a history of fibroids or endometriosis?"
Lucy thought for a moment. Surely her mother would have told her about something like that. "No, I don't believe so."
"Mr. Kinkirk, have you ever fathered any children?"
"No, I haven't."
The questions seemed endless to Kevin and Lucy. 'Have you ever had any pelvic surgery or abdominal operations?', 'Have you ever been on birth control?', 'How frequently do you have intercourse?', 'Do either of you smoke heavily?', 'Kevin, do you have undescended testicles?', 'Lucy, do you menstruate regularly?', 'Do you have heavy bleeding?', 'Have you ever crash dieted?', were among the many questions added.
Kevin and Lucy, although embarrassed at most of the questions, answered each cooperatively.
Dr. Driscoll finished jotting notes down on her notepad, then pushed it away, and folded her hands on top of her desk.
"Now, Lucy, you have only had a few of the required tests done and there is nothing I can do for you at this time. I will have my receptionist schedule those for you and I will like to see you again in one month. Once we have determined the cause of your infertility, then we can discuss treatment options, being that Kevin as already had the necessary tests performed. Are there any questions you have for me before our time is up?"
"No, thank you," Lucy replied and she and Kevin got up and headed for the door.
Before leaving Dr. Driscoll's office Kevin turned back, "Excuse me, ma'am, but I was just curious- what are those pictures on your desk?"
Dr. Driscoll smiled. "Those are children of some of the patients that I have helped," she paused and Kevin nodded and began walking out the door, "and hopefully I can do the same for you."