AN: Thank you I'm-the-bang-to-your-fang for the ideas and the proof read x

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Chapter twelve

Joanne's POV

One month later…

Well I was officially showing and I felt horrible. I felt bloated and fat (even though it was only a small bump) and Lewis had been trying to persuade me that I look fine. I knew I didn't because even the girls at college were giving me grief. Then again, why did I care what they say? Never. I have never cared in my life, but I guess my hormones must be a little bit higher than usual lately. The heads of the program that me and Lewis (and other wardens) took part in still didn't know about my pregnancy. I had been doing pretty well in hiding my bump under baggy clothes and luckily only few people in the program actually knew about the baby. They thankfully agreed not to say anything and to let me and Lewis tell them when we're ready. I guess after my scan would be best seeing as I really don't like wearing these baggy clothes, despite how comfortable they are.

"Lewis, I'm ready to go" I tell him as I walk into the living room. He scans over me before frowning at my choice of clothing. I had gone for cargos and a baggy Green Day T-shirt. It was the only top I could find that looked half decent to wear to the doctor's while still covering up my bump.

"The sooner people know the better. This isn't you, Jo." He tells me and I knew he was right. This wasn't me; the usual me would have flirty clothing on that sends imaginations wild but lately I just didn't feel like that. I didn't feel glamorous and sexy, I feel bloated, tired and fat. As we head out the door I replay those words round in my head. He was right, as usual. At least he hasn't rubbed it in my face but then again I haven't exactly told him that he was right. And I wasn't planning on doing so.

When we get to the doctors I get myself signed in before we take a seat in the waiting area. I was feeling so exhausted that I didn't dare to sit in the chair just in case I fell asleep; speaking of feelings, I've got a craving for strawberries. Cravings, yet another delight of being pregnant. I guess I know what we're doing after the appointment before we tell the heads of the warden association. We were soon called in by a nice doctor called Dr Calli. She got me to lie on the bed while she spread the cold gel before starting the ultrasound. She was looking for a few moments before she stopped and stared intensely at the screen. I started to get worried and scared, and from what I could gather, so was Lewis.

"Is there anything wrong?" he prompts and the doctor shakes her head slightly before sending us a cheery smile.

"No, everything is perfect. Your baby is healthy and growing at a normal rate" she informs us and I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't bear to think that there was something wrong with the baby. It would kill me if anything happened to my child. After showing us where our baby was and pointing out some features that were starting to develop, she cleaned me up before leaving the room to go fetch our scan. I sat up on the bed and looked at Lewis who was aiming all his attention at me. Was there something on my clothes or my face? I bite my lower lip as I check myself over, praying that there isn't anything there.

Lewis' POV

I was looking at the beautiful mother of my child. I wish she didn't feel the urge to dress in those baggy clothes, they really don't suit her. And to me all the bump is, is proof that our child is growing and will soon be a baby that we can hold. She looks at me then and I can see the worry she has as she bites her lower lip and scans herself. She thinks that I'm staring at something that's wrong with her. There is nothing wrong with her and there isn't anything on her clothes or her gorgeous face. I just wanted to admire her before we had to go and tell the heads of the program. I can only imagine how that will end up, especially with how some of the members of the wardens are. Bad Bob being the worst out of them all. I give her hand a little squeeze for her reassurance before the doctor comes back in and hands us a couple of copies of the scan. I was holding a picture of my growing child. Our growing child. I hope the wardens take this okay; I couldn't bear for them to threaten her or the baby over it.