Life after Loss
Chapter 28: Gender
Tobias hasn't left me for the last two weeks. Unless he had to anyway, but even then he made sure at least one person was always with me. But now I am twenty weeks pregnant and today we get to find out the gender of our baby. I've decided that I don't want the middle name(s) of our child, or any other child we might have after that, to be after who I thought was my dead family. They betrayed me. They've made me think they were dead since I was five years old. Five. They abandoned me. They lied to me. I'm still pretty shaken up from seeing my older 'brother'. They haven't come back yet though, so that's good. They're not my family anymore. They're nobodies to me. I hate them.
My real family are the people that have stuck by me for most of my life. The ones that haven't left me. The ones that were always there when I needed them. I've even started calling Hana 'mum'. She is my only mum now. My only parent.
Tobias and I are on our way to the infirmary, hand in hand. I am wearing some black, maternity, skinny jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. I'm wearing some black ballet pumps since they slide on and I can't exactly bend over to tie shoes up or anything right now. My bump is still getting bigger, and it's already large. My free hand rests on it, rubbing it in gentle circles, hoping to calm down the baby's kicking, and it works.
Tobias signs me in as I sit in the waiting room, my feet killing me already. It's not long before mum comes in and calls my name. We follow her to our usual room and I climb onto the bed. Tobias takes the seat next to it and holds my hand again. Mum lifts my top up and pulls the stretchy waist band of my jeans down a bit so she can get to the bump and squirts the gel on it.
She moves the wand around, and I look at the screen, looking at my baby who appeared on it not too long ago. Tears shine in my eyes as I look at my child. Tobias' child.
"Everything looks fine. Let's just check the heartbeat." She clicks a button and a fast, strong heartbeat fills the room. It's like magic. It's beautiful. "Do you want to know the gender?" I nod. "Okay. You're having a girl."
We're having a girl. A daughter. A tear slips out of my eye as I look at our little girl.
This is one of the happiest moments of my life.
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On the walk home neither of us can stop smiling, it's the same when we arrive home as well. We sit on the sofa, looking at the ultrasound picture of our daughter. Smiling.
"We're having a daughter." He breathes.
"Yeah. We're having a Taylor Eaton."
"What's her middle name going to be now?"
"How about Hana? It's just, she's done so much for me over the years and I think this will be a nice way to repay her. Also, it goes nicely with Taylor."
"Taylor Hana Eaton. I love it."
"I love it, too. As well as the little girl that has that name. And you."
"I love both of you, too."
We kiss and Taylor kicks me.
"Yeah, she really doesn't like PDA." I laugh as I take Tobias' hand and place it on my bump, mine goes on top of his. She kicks again and we smile.
"She's definitely Dauntless."
"Yeah she is."
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I awaken in the middle of the night to a hand going over my mouth and someone pulling me out of bed. I start to struggle against their grip and manage to break free.
"Tobias!" I yell.
Tobias wakes up just as the person grabs me and starts pulling me away again. Tobias runs to me and punches the person who has me, causing them to let go of me. I turn on the light and see that it was Caleb. I start to panic.
"Beatrice, you need to come with me!" Caleb spits out some blood. Tobias must have punched him hard enough to knock out a tooth, or break his jaw.
"N-no." I sink into the corner of the room, scared. I start to cry the longer I have to look at him.
Tobias takes Caleb by the arms and throws him out of the apartment, yelling at him and probably punching him again. Then he comes back to me and wraps me in his arms, holding me close to him as I cry.
"It's okay. He's gone. He's not taking you anywhere. I promise. I love you. It's okay."
"H-he's going t-t-to c-come back."
"And when he does I'll just hit him again. I'm not going to let him take you or Taylor anywhere. I promise. I won't let that happen. None of us will."
I nod into his chest because I don't want to say anything else. I can't say anything else.
So I just cry.
Scared. Terrified. Angry. Upset. A mixture of emotions are cascading through me.
"Hey, how about tomorrow we go and get some stuff for Taylor's room, so we can decorate it, yeah?"
"O-okay." I'm smiling slightly now.
"Okay. Let's go back to bed and get some rest."
I nod and we climb back into bed. His arm automatically goes round my waist, pulling me into him as much as he can with my bump. He plants a kiss on my forehead and says goodnight. Then I'm pulled into sleep, hoping that I will wake up here, safe.
Hey, sorry for a short-ish chapter.
I will update again when I can.
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