Chapter 2-Terror

1 week later...

Oh crap. Help. I'm terrified. I've just gone downstairs after I've got dressed and ready for work, Gerry's having a shower. Thing is, you see, the letter that I'm holding informs me that me doctor's appointment is on Thursday next week , something which I knew already, and I'm going to have a load of tests, a scan, and a blood test. Gulp. I hate anything to do with needles. I am not scared of many things, apart from spiders. But needles, I cannot abide. I really can't.

"What's that?" asks a voice, making me nearly have a heart attack. 'Jesus, Gerry! Unless you want me to do from fright before our child is born I suggest that you stop doing that!' He looks guilty. "I'm sorry, what's that?" he asks again, pointing at the letter in my hands. 'It's a letter saying what is going to happen at the doctor's appointment next week. It says that I have to have a blood test; you know how much I hate needles' I reply. "Ah yeah, you are going though, aren't you?" he asks. 'Of course I am. And you are coming too to make sure that I don't chicken out' I tell him. "I've never known you to chicken out on anything!" he says, pulling me up off the chair and kissing me gently. 'Yes, you're right,' I tell him in between kisses 'I'm not' "It will be fine, I promise. Now let's go to work!" he smiles.