Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit goes to Mrs. Stephanie Meyer. Except Dr. Samuels, I own him, and he is my lover.
Plus. I threw the final test away. "Stupid no good over the counter tests" I mumbled. So far I had gotten 2 pluses and 3 minuses. After taking the trash out, I made the phone call.
"Hello?"
"Um.. yes, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Samuels"
"Who's this for honey?"
"Isabella Cullen."
"Checkup?"
"No, I think I might be..." I took a deep breath. "pregnant."
"Ok. How's tomorrow at 2 sound?"
"Fine, thanks"
"No problem honey. Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
I sat in the OBGYN waiting room holding my breath. I couldn't be pregnant, we had used protection. We were careful. We were only in our mid-20's!! We hadn't ever had this discussion. What if he was mad? Would he want to keep it? Could I even be a mother?
"Isabella Cullen?" A shrill voice interrupted my thoughts. I stood up and followed the nurse to a scale. "115." I'd never weighed that much! "This way please" The nurse lead me to an exam room and had me change into one of those paper gown things.
I sat on the table cold, exposed and uncomfortable for what seemed like days before my doctor appeared.
"Miss Cullen! Hello."
"Hello."
We continued with pleasantries for a bit before Dr. Samuels finally got to business. Two hours later, I left the office in pain and just as clueless as I had been upon arrival.
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A week later, I arrived home from work and checked our answering machine only to find what I had been dreading most.
"Miss Cullen, this is Sasha from Dr. Tulliman's office. We have your test results back. Please call the office as soon as possible. Thank you"
So, I did. I called the office.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Isabella Cullen calling about my test results."
'Ah, Mrs. Cullen, one moment"
Within a few moments, a new voice answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Cullen? This is Dr. Samuels."
"Hello, Dr. Samuels"
"Mrs. Cullen, I am happy to inform you that your test results came back positive."
My mind refused to grasp the proper meaning of that statement. So, I asked, "I'm sorry?" (as if I actually needed clarification)
"Congratulations! You're pregnant!"
I froze. Pregnant? Oh god.
"Mrs. Cullen?"
I tried force a reply other than a scream. "Oh, yes. Thank you Dr. Samuels."
"Of course dear, but I would like to see you back in 4 weeks, my receptionist, Cindy, can set that up for you now if you like."
"Uh, no thank you, I'll call back to schedule it. Thanks Dr. Samuels. Bye"
"Goodbye Mrs. Cullen, remember 4 weeks."
"Uh-huh"
There was a soft click on the other end of the phone and then a dial tone. I grabbed the edge of the counter to keep from fainitng. That's when the door opened.
