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Cat's POV

Being pregnant is a lot different than I thought it actually was gonna be. I can tell that by the way Robbie's acting as we drive to the hospital. I can see all better again, but I still don't feel good. Before I got pregnant, I was never sick like this. I was skinny and pretty and everyone loved me. Everyone trusted me. Now nobody does, especially not Robbie and that makes me really sad.

"Cat," Robbie urges from his seat next to me in the back of Andre's car. "I really need to know if this is happening because you're not sticking to your treatment."
"I told you, Robbie, I'm not making this happen! I'm just sick!"

"Lil' Red, if you're still making yourself sick, you've gotta let us know-"
"I'm not doing this!" I holler, my voice hoarse from being sick. And tears now. Frustrated tears, and sad tears, and confused tears. I don't know what's going on. I just feel all icky and they're blaming it on me!

"Cat-" Robbie tries again, but I can't have him blame me again.
"It's not my fault!" I shout, turning my body away from Robbie and scrunching up in a ball. He puts his hand on my arm, but I slap it away. "Don't touch me, Robbie!"

He sighs, and takes his hand away, but he keeps talking. All I hear is "blah, blah, blah, doing this yourself, blah, blah, blah, this is your fault, blah blah blah." I cover my ears and close my eyes. I just want to get away from him and Andre. I want to be alone.

They won't let me though, and soon Robbie's forcing me to walk into the Emergency Room while Andre parks. He leads me to desk where the lady is waiting for patients to come up. He tells her that I'm sick when she asks what's wrong. She hands me a clipboard of papers to fill out and sit down because apparently, I'm not all that high on the medical emergency list.

I hate filling out papers. It feels like every time I go somewhere, that's the first thing I have to do. It's always the same questions too. I wish I had a copy and paste button on my hand or something so I don't have to fill out all the same questions.

Andre comes in and soon I'm called into the back. We weren't even in the waiting room for ten minutes. It was probably because Robbie was pacing and going up to talk to the lady every five seconds. I heard him tell her that I was pregnant and that I have a history of an eating disorder. That's my business and he shouldn't be telling anyone! He almost told everyone at school today!

There are two nurses in the little office space where we're called to. They tell me to sit down, and I do. They start asking me questions and taking my vitals like Margaret does at Dr. Truman's.

The older nurse, the one wearing pink, frowns. "Your blood pressure is a little low, dear."
Robbie frowns too. "The doctor she saw before said that might be a sign of Anorexia." I let out a shriek. There he goes again! "Can you check and see if she's back to that again?"

"I am sitting right here!" I cry, frustrated. "I am not doing this to myself. I am better."
"She was in denial before, too. She never admitted to having an eating disorder until she was hospitalized for treatment." Andre nods beside Robbie.

The younger nurse, the one with blond hair and blue scrubs, looks down at my chart. "She was anorexic? It doesn't say that on her chart."
"She filled it out," Robbie explains and the nurse nods like it's a perfect reason. "She was also bulimic. I don't think she put that on there either."

"I AM RIGHT HERE! WHY WON'T ANY OF YOU LISTEN TO ME?!"
The older nurse is sitting right across from me. "Don't worry, dear. We're going to find out what's making you sick. You just have to be honest to us, okay?" I nod. Finally someone is listening! "We have to make sure you're not lying to us, just in case." I frown. Why? Why won't anyone understand what I'm trying to say!

"Is she seeing a psychologist?" the pink scrub nurse asks and Robbie nods.
"Yes. I can give you her number if you want."

"That'd be good. Now, Ms. Valentine, if you'd follow Nurse Kendra to the exam room, the doctor will come and do a thorough examination."
I stubbornly get up with the help of Robbie and Andre, pointedly ignoring both of them as I start to follow Nurse Kendra out of the room. But I notice Andre give Robbie a nod as he follows me out and Robbie stays to talk to the other nurse about Annette and me.

Robbie calls my mom, who comes as soon as possible with my dad. They both look as sad as they did when they first found out about me before.

Hours later, after I'm poked, prodded, and examined in every possible way, the doctor comes in with all of my results on her chart. "The fetal ultrasound seems fine, the babies are perfectly healthy. The esophageal ultrasound also appears normal for Cat's previous eating disorder." I smile gratefully. Dr. Kerrin was the only one who didn't just assume I was making myself sick again. "And after speaking with your therapist, Cat, it seems like you're making a nice recovery. It doesn't appear that you're doing this to yourself."

"I TOLD YOU!" I shout from my place on the cot. The IV jiggles in my hand and pinches it.
My mother ignores me. "If she's not doing this herself and the tests results are normal, then what could be happening?" I'm getting tired of people acting like I'm not here.

"It seems like your iron levels are low, Cat. You have iron-deficiency anemia."
"Anemia?" my dad questions. "That shouldn't be hard to take care of."

"We need to be extremely careful in a situation like this. Cat's generally not anemic, but the pregnancy has brought it on apparently."
"What do you mean, 'apparently'?" Robbie asks.

"Well, it might be just from the pregnancy, the multiples make it most likely, but it could also be from lack of iron in the diet from the previous eating disorder."

Robbie glances at me so quickly I'm unsure if I really saw it. Then he looks at my parents with the same worried expression they wear. They all blame me. 'I'm sorry,' I think. I scream. Just noise, no actual words come out, and I bury my face into the stiff white pillow that smells too clean to be a real pillow that people use every day.

They all look at me. I can feel it, but I don't lift my face from the pillow. Finally, they're noticing me. I am here. I'm not doing this to myself anymore. I'm sorry, damn it! My mom starts to rub circles on my back, but I don't want them in here with me anymore. "Go away." I tell them, but they don't move. "Leave," I hardly sound serious with my mouth all muffled by the pillow, but I am serious. I'm as serious as I've everbeen. "I mean it. I want to talk to Dr. Kerrin all alone." I stay with my face in the pillow before I hear all four of them leave and shut the door.

"It's just me here, Cat," Dr. Kerrin informs me.
"I'm sorry that I acted like a little kid," I apologize. "But they weren't listening to me. They were blaming me, instead of trying to help me."

She walks closer to me, instead of standing at the foot of the cot. "This isn't your fault, Cat. The babies are using so much of your energy and nutrients, you just have to take more."
"I already take vitamins."

"But an iron supplement isn't included in prenatal vitamins because it's generally not needed. Your medical history indicates that you were borderline anemic before you got pregnant. I'm very surprised that your prenatal doctor didn't prescribe any for you."
"So we can fix it?" I ask hopefully.

She nods. "Yes, if you're extremely careful and take your vitamin every day. Anemia while pregnant can be very serious, Cat. It can even cause miscarriage or stillbirth." That scares me. I couldn't bear to not meet my babies, especially because of something I can fix.

"So, I'm just going to write you a prescription for an iron supplement, okay? Take it every day when you take the rest of your vitamins. If something else is still wrong within a week, come back. Do not hesitate." I nod, showing that I understand completely. She gestures to the IV in my hand. "Let me just take that out, and you'll be good to go."

I smile. "Thank you, Dr. Kerrin."
She smiles back at me. "Not a problem." I wince as she slides the needle out from my skin. "There you go." She hands me my prescription and helps me walk out to where my parents, Robbie, and Andre are sitting.

"Ready to go?" My dad asks. I nod, but don't speak. When we're outside, Andre says to Robbie, "You can just go with Cat and her folks, man. I'll drive home alone."
Robbie nods, but I don't. "No," I say.

My parents have walked ahead and haven't heard, but Robbie and Andre turn to me confused. "What?" Robbie asks.
"I said no. I don't want you to come with me."

"Why not?"
"I'm mad at you."

Andre starts to back away, giving us some type of privacy. "What? Why?"
"You're kidding me, right, Robbie?"

"I was just trying to look out for you!"
"I just need some time to myself, and I can't have that if you're there, Robbie." I turn and walk toward where my parents have stopped ahead of us.

Robbie turns and goes with Andre.


Jade's POV

It's been two weeks since our failed marriage license application, and as much as I've tried to tell beck we're going to have to wait until I'm eighteen, he still persisted in making me go to the marriage counseling session. I'm tired and just want to go home to sleep, but unfortunately I have another doctor's appointment today. It's just another reason for me to be miserable. Just a reminder that it's been another four weeks that I haven't gotten Jasper back where he belongs.

"Where are we going?" I ask my boyfriend. This isn't the way to Dr. Truman's office. Beck looks over at me from the driver's seat and gives me a sly smile.
"I've got a surprise for you."

I groan. "C'mon, beck. I'm really tired. I just want to go to the doctor's and then go home and sleep." He doesn't say anything. He just continues to smile. I groan again. "Seriously! I already went to the stupid counseling session with you, which is useless by the way." I have to remind him again, or else he's going to be heartbroken when we can't get permission from one of my parents. I don't know why he's acting like this. Normally, it's Cat with these weird delusions, but she's been preoccupied with her fighting with Robbie.

"I swear you'll like this surprise." I glare at him for a while before turning toward the window with a huff. Obviously, he isn't going to budge on this. Soon, I realize why, and I realize that beck was right; I'm going to enjoy this surprise. Because I recognize the surroundings as we get closer to our destination. When we arrive, Jasper is sitting on the front steps with an older woman who I've gotten to know, reluctantly of course, as Jasper's foster mother, Lydia.

Jasper's face brightens as we pull up out front. He is grinning largely as I open the car door as quickly as I can. I feel so guilty. I didn't get to see him much in the last week. I started to fall behind on my school stuff and was almost failing like three of my classes and had to handle that. Jasper was pretty busy too. He's playing soccer now, which is probably the only good thing that has come from his separation. He never mentioned any type of sport interest to me.

"Jade!" he squeals as I grab him as tightly as I can without squishing my baby bump. "I missed you!"
I give a squeeze for good measure. "I missed you too, squirt." It's such a relief to see him again. It hasn't been long, but it's been long enough for me, and apparently Jasper too.

Beck saunters around and gives me a cocky look. "See, I told you you'd like the surprise."
"Well, of course I do." I turn my attention back to Jasper. "What are we going to do today?"

He gives beck a confused look. "I thought we were going to the baby doctor to find out whether it's a boy or a girl?" The appointment. I forgot about that.
"Oh, yeah," I say lamely. "I forgot about the appointment today."

"I'm so excited," Jasper exclaims throwing his hands up. "I get to find out if I have a niece or a nephew." I see Lydia watching from her place on the stairs. She smiles and waves when she sees I'm looking.
"Just have him back by nine, okay?" She calls. I nod.

"See ya, Lydia!"
"Bye, Jasper. I'll see you tonight." She smiles once again before disappearing into the house.

"Let's go!" my brother shouts, throwing the back door open and jumping inside. I laugh again as beck and I follow his lead and get into the car. I missed his silliness. The ride to Dr. Truman's office is filled with Jasper's chatter about school and soccer and how he's excited for the baby. He doesn't sound disappointed about staying at Lydia's. In fact he talks only positively about Lydia, her husband Glenn, and the two other children being fostered there with him. He's bouncing with energy by the time we actually get inside of the office.

He chatters some more, but stops once Dr. Truman comes in. "Hello, Jade, beck." The ever-cheerful man greets. "And who's this?" he asks, pausing to smile at Jasper.
"My brother Jasper," I tell him.

"Is this who we were waiting on to find out the gender?"
"Yes," beck answers, ruffling Jasper's hair. Jasper pulls beck's hand away from his head, smiling the entire time.

"Ah," Dr. Truman acknowledges. "Do you have a preference, Jasper?"
"Not really. I think it's probably a girl though."

"You're just saying that because beck said it!" I accuse and he sticks his tongue out at me. I make an indignant noise, and beck sticks his tongue out too. "So you're ganging up on me?"
Jasper nods, and beck says, "Us boys gotta while we still can. Pretty soon it'll all be even in the Oliver-West household."

I roll my eyes as Dr. Truman approaches me with the gel in his hands. I pull up my shirt to reveal my belly. I don't gasp when the cold goo touches my stomach anymore. He moves the wand around for what seems like a long time. He looks at us waiting anxiously to say whether it's a boy or a girl. Finally he dramatically begins speaking. "So…" he drawls out. We look at him expectantly. He takes another look at the screen. "Do you want to know the gender?" He asks cheekily and I blow a heavy breath out of my nose.

"Yes!" Jasper cries. I don't think he realizes that Dr. Truman is joking around, even though his joke is infuriating me.
Dr. Truman just smiles. "Well, Jade, as it appears, you're going to be having a…" He looks at our faces individually, taking an extra dramatic pause for effect. I literally want to rip his head off. I just might if he doesn't tell us soon. "boy," he finally finishes.

"I told you!" I shout at beck and Jasper. "I knew it was a boy!" I sit up before wiping the gel off. My shirt falls down into it. "Ew."
Dr. Truman hands me a towel and I begin to wipe my shirt and my stomach off. "Congratulations. I'll see you again in another four weeks."

Beck helps me off of the table. "I guess you were right," he says with a hint of defeat in his tone. "How did you know?"
"Yeah," Jasper echoes, "how did you know?" He turns around to look back at me as we walk out of the exam room.

"Call it mother's intuition, Jas. Or you could just say that I'm always right." I finish with a smirk.
"Yeah, right," Jasper replies, sticking out his tongue at me once again.


Tori's POV

Work has been tough all night. It's been really busy, and I can tell that all of the cd's are in the wrong place. It's going to take forever to clean up and reset everything. Oh, and they asked me to stay late tonight to help with inventory. I can't pass up on the option though; they're paying me overtime for it. It's still not a lot, but it's something.

Another customer comes up with a few cds, a couple of posters, and what must be her friend. "Hello, how are you today?"
"Fine, thank you," she responds, her Spanish accent thick. She doesn't say anything else, so I go back to scanning her items and start thinking about my baby again. I already have some money saved up, and Andre gave me the few onesies. Hopefully, I'll be able to find out the gender, so I can actually go shopping.

Honestly, I'm kind of anxious that I don't have really anything significant for the baby. Andre said that it's okay; Jade and Cat don't have anything at all for their babies and they're farther along than I am. They also know the genders.

I'm excited. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to find out the gender. Trina and Andre are coming to the appointment too. I invited my mom, but she's been keeping her distance from me. It's weird. She's like doing anything to please my dad. Normally she doesn't care about what he really wants. I guess it's her pregnancy hormones or something.

I'm done ringing so I tell the woman her total, "$105.52"
"No, no, no," the woman squints at the price, as if it's going to change.

I look at her. "What's wrong?"
"You must have rung something wrong. It should not be that much money." I pause and look at the screen. It's possible that in my thoughts, I drifted off and made a mistake.

I go through all the items in the bag and check them on the screen to make sure it's all correct. I hear the woman start speaking to her friend in Spanish. "¡Oh, Dios mío! Esta chica no tiene idea de lo que está haciendo. ¡Ella está desesperada! Ser estúpido dejó embarazada en el primer lugar. La pequeña puta estúpida."

I guess she can't see that I'm Spanish also, and doesn't know that I fully understand what she's saying about me. Quite frankly, I'm furious, but I can't react to this woman because I can't afford to lose this job. Like I said, it's not much, but it's something.

I turn the screen around to face her, so she can see everything I've rung up. "See, all of the cds you got were 15 dollars a piece, and you got five." Ha, calling me stupid. Any third grader can tell you that 5 times 15 is 75 dollars alone. "Plus the posters that you got were 25 dollars all together. That, plus tax is $105.52."

"Oh," she says instantly changing her attitude from the arrogant woman that was just making judgments about me and my pregnancy that she thought I couldn't understand.
"Yes," I say, overly chipper. She pays and before she leaves, I say to her, "Tiene un buen día," with a huge smile on my face. Her face automatically drops, knowing that I know what she said about me. She and her friend leave pretty quickly after that.

I can't help but have a smug smile on my face for pretty much the rest of the night. Seeing that woman's shocked face made my night just a little bit better.


In case you were wondering, the translation for what the woman said to Tori is: "Oh my God! This girl has no idea what she is doing! She's hopeless! being stupid is what got her pregnant in the first place. The stupid little whore." Tori tells her to have a nice day.

Now, I take Spanish in school, but I wouldn't have been able to say this, so I used a translator for it. If something's wrong, it's because of that. This actually happened to someone that I work with. She wasn't pregnant, but some woman insulted her in Spanish, and man you should have seen her face when my co-worker told her to have a good day. It was hilarious and I literally have been working to find a moment to interject it into the story. I don't know if you'll find as much humor in it as I did, but… I don't know what else to say. I thought it was funny.

Also, what do you guys think of Jade's baby? (: I just had to have Jasper come back for a little. Next chapter, Tori finds out, I swear it.

Thank you for reading/reviewing/alerting! I love you all! (}:

Cat: 24 weeks
Jade: 20 weeks
Tori: 19 weeks