She enters the room, and places the travel mug on the bedside stand. She walks across the room, and pulls the curtain open.
"Rise, and shine," she insists, cheerfully.
"Go, away," the teenager replies.
"I thought that you were coming with me," Cam reminds her.
Michelle puts the pillow over her head. Cam takes a seat on her bed. She pulls the pillow out from under her arm.
"Come on, I made you coffee."
Michelle looks at her. "I want to sleep. What time is it?"
"Fifteen till six."
"Why are you getting me up this early?"
"My appointment is at six thirty. I let you sleep as long as I could."
"Why do you want me to go, anyway?"
"You told me that you wanted to."
"You're afraid to go alone, aren't you?"
"I'm not afraid."
"You're afraid that there is something wrong with them."
"It doesn't matter if there is."
Michelle looks at Cam. She looks exhausted. She has dark circles under her eyes, and she's paler than ever. Beyond that, she has a look of fear, and uncertainty in her eyes.
"Fine, but I'm wearing sweats."
"That's fine. You can come home and go back to bed, as soon as we're done, if you want."
"So this is only the second time that you've seen them?"
"It was the soonest that I could get in for another appointment."
"You did cancel like half a dozen times."
"Seven, but whose counting?"
"Give me five minutes."
"Ok," Cam agrees.
By six fifteen she's waiting in an exam room, wearing a paper gown. Michelle sits next to her. Cam stares at her blackberry.
"Put the phone away," Michelle tells her, reaching for it.
Cam hands it to her. Michelle tosses it in Cam's purse.
"Are you nervous?" Michelle asks.
"A little."
"You need to eat more," Michelle tells her.
Cam looks down at her stomach, it's not much different than usual. It's still relatively flat.
"Shouldn't you be showing by now? You're..."
"Fifteen weeks," Cam answers.
"You should be the size of a small house," Michelle jokes.
"How could I gain any weight? I puke all day long."
There is a knock on the door. The technician comes in. She chats with Cam for a few moments, and then squirts gel on her stomach. It doesn't take her long to find what she's looking for. She zeroes in on one of the baby's rather quickly.
"There is baby A," the technician points out.
Michelle watches the screen closely. Cam says nothing, she studies the baby, trying to makes sure that all of the parts are present, and accounted for.
"Do you want to know the gender?"
"I haven't decided yet," she admits.
"Ok. I can put the gender in a sealed envelope for you, that way if you decide you want to know, you can find out."
"Ok."
The technician moves the probe. She smiles.
"There is baby B," she points.
Michelle tilts her head, and looks at Cam.
"What?" Cam questions.
Michelle points at the screen, and looks at the technician.
"What is that?" Michelle asks.
The technician furrows her brow. Cam's heart drops into her stomach. The technician moves the probe, trying to manipulate baby B to move. She moves to a different spot.
She looks at Cam, but says nothing. Cam locks eyes with her.
"What is it? What's wrong? What did she see?"
"There is nothing wrong," she answers.
"Then why do you have that look on your face?" Cam questions.
"Let me just double check," she responds.
"Double check what?" Cam wonders.
The technician returns to the first baby, she labels it baby A. She moves to the second baby, labeling it baby B. This time baby B is squirming around.
Cam looks at the screen. She watches the squirming baby. Baby B's arm moves. She puts her hands on the sides of her face. That's when Cam see's what Michelle has seen.
The technician moves the probe, and then types something on the screen. Cam looks at the screen in disbelief. She looks at Michelle, and then at the technician.
"C?" Camille furrows her brow. "Are you sure about that? It just looks like a shadow," she tries to reason.
Michelle looks at her, "It's in your uterus. There's no light in there. It's not a shadow."
The technician adjusts some settings on the monitor, and moves the probe slightly, so that Cam can see a better picture. She looks at the images labeled baby B, and baby C. They are in very similar positions. The only exception being that one has hands on it's face, and the others rest on it's chest.
"You're kidding me, right?" Camille insists.
"Nope. There are definitely three of them," the technician confirms.
Cam leaves the office with her pictures. She drops Michelle off at home, and numbly drives to her scheduled appointment with her OB/GYN. She feels numb, as she sits in the waiting room. The nurse takes her to an exam room, after doing vital signs, and taking her weight. She's on the verge of tears, when the doctor walks into the room.
He smiles at her, as he closes the door behind himself, "How are you doing, Dr. Saroyan?"
"I have been better," she admits.
He reaches for her chart, which sits on the counter.
"The nausea is still a problem?"
She holds out her ultrasound pictures, to him.
He takes them from her, but doesn't look at them, waiting for her to respond to his question about nausea.
"There are three of them," she answers.
"Excuse me?"
"Look at the pictures," she answers.
