Chapter Eight: A good day
Jason's POV:
I wince a little, when I feel the cold icepack touch my skin.
"Sorry." Sam says wincing too.
I give her a half smile. "I should've walked away."
"You tried." She says lifting my head up with her hand. "This is not you fault."
"Thanks." I take the icepack from her hand and sit it down on the coffee table. "I didn't mean to scare you."
She shakes her head slowly. "It's fine. Your fine. Let's not talk about it." Sam says and then turns to walk away.
"Sam-" I say catching her hand and feeling her engagement ring.
She turns to me and I see tears in her eyes.
"Sam." I say more soft. I pull her into a hug.
"I'm…sorry…" She cries. "Its…just…my…hormones."
"You don't have to apologize." I say rubbing her back.
She pulls away and looks at me with her tear stained eyes. "If something happened to you…I wouldn't survive, Jason."
I pull her into another hug. "Nothing's going to happen…I promise."
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I hate waiting rooms. The chairs, the magazines, and the quiet people who are afraid to talk, and who stare at you when you don't whisper.
But I'm making an exception. For Sam. Who am I kidding, though? With kids you have to visit a waiting room, like twice a week. Check-ups, broken arms, and for things they jam up their nose.
I snap out of my thoughts when a nurse opens up the door. "Sam McCall?"
Sam's hand tightens around mine, as she stands up, pulling me with her.
"Ms. McCall you can follow me." She smiles at Sam and then turns to me. "You must be the father."
Whoa, Father, I'm going to have to get used to that.
I shake my head and follow behind the nurse and Sam, my fingers still intertwined with hers.
"The doctor will be right with you." She says opening the door to a room.
"Thank you." Sam says before the nurse shuts the door behind her.
My hand breaks loose from Sam's when I sit down in the chair beside the ultrasound chair.
Looking to my left, I see ten different books and magazines in the chair beside me. I pick one up the says "10,000 baby names."
"Good God." I say opening it and looking at all the pages. "Have you thought of any names?" I ask looking up at Sam.
She shakes her head, no. "You?"
I shake my head and then flip to a random page. "Andrew?"
"No, I want something unique. Something different."
"Chathan?" I ask looking up at her.
"No, that's a little to different." She smiles. "What's with all the boy names, it could be a girl."
I give her a smile, knowing that she's hoping for a girl.
"Ella?" I say flipping to the girl part of the book.
"I like Ella." She says.
"Jamie?" I ask.
"For a boy or girl?"
"Either." I shrug my shoulders.
Our name game is interrupted by Dr. Lee walking into the room.
"Good Morning." She smiles walking over to Sam. "Lay back for me."
Sam does what Dr. Lee says and leans back on the chair. I remain sitting in the chair, watching Sam as the doctor lifts up her shirt exposing her tan stomach.
"So, do you guys want to know the sex?" She asks looking at Sam and then me.
Sam looks at me also.
"It's up to you." I say.
She smiles "Yes, we do."
Dr. Lee nods and squirts some clear gel on Sam's stomach.
Sam motions with her fingers for me to hold her hand. I do without a second thought.
I focus on the black and whites screen, as Dr. Lee points to the baby's arms and legs.
"Congratulations guys, It's a girl."
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"Everything looks good and we'll see you in two weeks." Dr. Lee says as we walk out the door of the exam room.
"Thank you." Sam says, holding my hand as we walk down the hall.
"You hungry?" I ask.
"Yeah, you want to go to Kelly's?"
I nod. "Sure."
We walk into the lobby and my feet stop when I see what's in front of me.
I listen to the doctors as they rush the gurney past me. "White Male, approximately eighty years old. Went into Cardiac arrest and was found by his daughter in law."
I watch as they rush Edward away, Monica following behind.
I feel a deep pain in my stomach. I look down at Sam, who's looking at me.
"Come on." She says with a half smile. "Let's go see what happened."
