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Later that same week, after a slight struggle to get his wife out the door of their home, Siddeley sat comfortably in a cozy looking waiting room of the area hospital. Cassie was seated next to him, not so comfortably. She shifted in her seat what seemed like every two minutes, her brows furrowed as she chewed her bottom lip. The young woman's blue eyes stared at the doors at the end of the room.
Soon, the doctor would come through those brown wooden doors, bringing Cassie back to be subjected to whatever test pleased them. The very thought of a needle poking and prodding her every which way made Cassie shudder. Siddeley picked up on his wife's behavior, and he gently nudged her reassuringly.
"Cassie, there's no need to fret. I will be right there with you. Everything is going to be okay."
The white jet looked to her husband, then back to the doors. "I hope so." She muttered.
Within a few moments, the doors swing open and Cassie jumped as a nurse called her name. Cassie nervously glanced at her husband before inching toward the nurse, who smiled kindly and led them to an exam room.
After asking all of the necessary questions, some of which Cassie deemed very unnecessary for her cause, the nurse gathered her things and proceeded out the door.
"Dr. Stanford will be right with you." She said, smiling before closing the door on her way out.
Siddeley looked to his wife, who was positioned on the exam table rather awkwardly. It was clear she did not want to be anywhere near this place.
"Hey," He said gently, nudging her nose with his. "It'll be over before you know it, and we'll have this whole ordeal settled. Besides, it's your usual doctor, she'll know what to do."
She simply glanced at him, worry still etched in her features.
At that moment, a navy blue Audi rolled in, a clipboard and file in her tires.
"Good afternoon, you two." She greeted, flashing a friendly smile. "I wasn't expecting to see you so soon, Cassandra. Are you doing alright?"
Cassie glanced at the doctor, sighing. "No, I suppose not."
Dr. Stanford nodded slowly as she set the clipboard and file on the nearby counter, logging in to the hospital database on the computer just beside it.
"What seems to be the problem?"
Cassie sat silently for a moment, unsure of what to say. She glanced at the floor, shifting nervously.
After a moment, she looked back at Dr. Stanford, who waited patiently.
"I've been severely nauseated for nearly four weeks now. I've barely eaten anything."
"Are you able to hold down fluids of any kind?"
Cassie shook her nose. "That's the problem. It's not that I don't want to eat, it's that I can't. Nothing will stay down for more than an hour."
Dr. Stanford furrowed her brows slightly in thought. She studied Cassie for good long minute before glancing at Siddeley.
"I'm going to have to run a few tests, ask some more questions, and try to figure out what exactly is causing this illness. Would you mind sitting in the waiting room for bit? It will only be a moment, and I'll call you back when she's done."
Siddeley glanced at his wife, then slowly nodded.
Dr. Stanford turned back to Cassie after Siddeley closed the door.
"I know he wants to help, and I'm grateful for that, but I don't want him to know anything..."
The blue Audi quirked a brow, not quite getting her meaning.
"Is there any possibility that I could be...pregnant?"
"When was your last cycle?"
"O–over a month ago."
"Then the possibility is there. We can't know for sure, however, until we test to confirm it."
Cassie nodded in understanding.
"I'll let your husband know that I'm going to be running a series of tests, but don't worry, I won't mention what kind."
Cassie sighed, relieved that the doctor picked up what she had implied.
"I know I probably shouldn't ask, but is there any reason you don't want him to know that you may be pregnant? This is his child as well." Dr. Stanford asked.
The white jet smiled gently. "I know he'd be thrilled to find out; but, I fear that with his business schedule as scattered as it is, it may not be the right time. I don't want him to worry on top of his work."
Dr. Stanford nodded in response, understanding the young woman's fears. "I'm sure everything will work itself out, until then, this will be a secret."
"Thank you."
An hour later, Cassie was still sitting in the exam room by herself, waiting for the doctor to return to tell her any news, if she had any. She shifted restlessly on the table, her nerves buzzing with anticipation.
Dr. Stanford opened the door, entering the room with another stack of papers in her tires. She flipped through the papers before pulling out one and studying it. She glanced back up at Cassie, who nervously returned her gaze.
"Well, all of the tests I ran came back negative."
Cassie felt a wave of relief, but a hint of sadness lingered.
"Except one. It seems that your suspicions were correct, Cassie, you're pregnant."
The jet gasped, her eyes widening. She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
"I believe now would be be best time to tell your husband."
Cassie nodded gently. "Do you mind if I tell him myself at home? I feel it would be more appropriate."
Dr. Stanford gave a small smile. "Yes, of course. Before you leave, however, I have to run an ultrasound just to make sure everything is going smoothly and I'll be sure to give you something for that horrid morning sickness."
Siddeley didn't know how long he had been sitting out here. It seemed like ages, and daytime television wasn't exactly the best way to make time move faster.
Just as he began to doze off, the doors leading to the exam rooms opened, and out rolled his wife. She nervously smiled at him, and he grinned in reply. She smiled, that had to be a good sign.
When she approached him, a million questions ran through his mind. He was going to ask her, but the look she gave him said "at home".
They flew home in silence, and Cassie avoided his worried gaze nearly every chance she got. She either stared ahead or off to the side. Siddeley could feel his worry rising again. He wanted to say something, but didn't want to pry. She didn't seem ready for it.
When they arrived home, Cassie rolled into their room, closing the door behind her. Siddeley didn't want to leave her alone for very long, so he waited a while before gently knocking on the door.
"Cassie, dear?" He said, slowly opening the door.
Cassie laid on the bed under the blanket, blankly staring at the television.
"Cassie," He rolled to her, taking his place at her side and gently nudging her with his nose. "Are you feeling well? What did the doctor say?"
She sighed heavily, still not meeting his gaze. "I'm not quite sure this is the right time, Siddeley."
"What do you mean? It's always the right time when the doctor has news. What did she say? Did she figure out what was wrong?"
She blinked, drawing in a slow breath before looking at him. "Siddeley, I..."
He prodded her to go on with a gentle nod.
"I–I'm..." Cassie nearly kicked herself. Why was this so hard? "I–I'm pregnant."
Siddeley's eyes widened. "W...what?"
"We're going to be parents, Siddeley." She looked away from him as if ashamed.
Siddeley laughed. "Really? Cassandra, this is wonderful!"
Cassie quickly looked up at him, her eyes wide. "It is?"
"Yes! This is fantastic!" He kissed her nose. "Did the doctor say how far along you were?"
"I...I think she said almost twelve weeks."
He laughed again. "See? I told you there was nothing to worry about!"
She chuckled. "You were the one who was worrying too much."
Siddeley nuzzled her. "Cassie, this is great news! I'll be here for you, every step, I promise."
The next morning, Cassie awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon, and maybe even pancakes. She bit her lip as the smell only increased her morning nausea. She swallowed the thick lump in her throat and headed to the kitchen. Siddeley was parked at the stove, flipping pancakes and whistling to himself.
"Good...morning, Siddeley." Cassie said, her voice strained as she held back a gag.
The silver jet turned his nose. "Hello, love! Would you like some breakfast?"
Cassie cleared her throat and parked at the table. "Sure, Siddeley." She smiled.
Siddeley taxied over with their food, glancing at his wife suspiciously. "Cassie, are you okay?"
She gave a strained smile. "Fine, fine. Why do you ask?" She looked down at the food set before her and her face paled, her eyes growing wide.
Before Siddeley could speak, she darted to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door. The silver jet's jaw hung open in silent shock and confusion. His brows furrowed as he looked down at the plate and then back in the direction that Cassie had fled.
Nearly seconds later, the door swung open and Cassie reappeared, looking even more pale than she had before. She slowly made her way back to their bedroom, trying not to catch a whiff of her breakfast.
"Cassie, love, won't you come eat?" Siddeley asked innocently, hoping she would at least take a nibble. He was trying, he hoped she saw that.
"Oh-" She held back another gag, "...no, Siddeley, maybe later." Her pace quickened and she closed the bedroom door.
Siddeley let out a defeated sigh. He didn't know what to do.
It looked like he was going to need some help.
Wow okay that chapter seemed to go on forever lol I apologize about that.
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