Chapter 37
"Gramma B"
Okay, so my cousin was just being mean to me, telling me that no one would read this, and that it's stupid. She hurt my feelings. She's 9. Anyways, this came to me during class today. Mrs. Benson just randomly popped into my mind while I was taking a test, so I just had to write this. lol
"SHE'S WHAT?"
"She's…pregnant."
"Oh, boy." Mrs. Benson put her head in her hands. "Am I really that old?" she whispered to herself, then suddenly looked up. "Okay, I guess. It's one of the stages of life, anyway. Was going to happen eventually. Congratulations." She said softly, pulling Sam and Freddie into a hug. "So, when are you due?" she asked.
"Ummm… I don't know." Sam responded in a small voice.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Mrs. Benson asked, concerned. "What did the doctor say?"
"You're supposed to see a doctor about this?"
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Come on," she said, pushing Sam out the door. "We're going to take a little trip down to the hospital, I'll call my friend Sue on the way there and see if she can fit you in for a quick OB-GYN appointment. Freddie, you're okay with watching my place while I'm gone, right?"
"Ummm, uh…"
"Great, see you in about two hours. Oh, and keep an eye on T-Bo. Don't let him invite any of his 'friends' over again. Okay, Bye." She said, and quickly shut the door.
As if on cue, T-Bo came out of his room, dancing a one person conga line. "Crazy's gone! It's Party Time! It's Party Time! It's Party Time! AHH!" He screamed when he saw Freddie sitting on the couch, smirking at him. "Dude! What in the heck are you doing here? Don't you have a wife to take care of or somethin'?"
"Ummm…yeah. I do. But uhh…"
"But what? Did she leave you already?"
"No! She just went to the hospital with my mom since she's…pregnant."
"Sam's preggers? Congrats, man!"
"Uhh…thanks."
"So, since she's not going to be back for a few hours, you don't think your mom would mind me having a few friends over, would she?"
"Sam, don't worry. Everything's going to be just fine." Mrs. Benson said, trying to calm down a frightened Sam as they were sitting in the hospital waiting room.
"How do you know? How do you know I'm not going to mess this whole thing up?" (A/N: Typical Sam pregnancy line. Just had to use it.)
"Because I know you, Sam. Even though you may have had a tough girl appearance, I know on the inside you are a kind, caring person."
"Thanks, Mrs. Benson."
"Oh, now that you are carrying my grandson-or granddaughter- I want you to call me Marissa."
"Why?"
"Because, even though you may not have felt like it, you are my daughter-in-law, and that makes us family, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but I don't get how calling you-"
"Just call me Marissa from now on!"
"Okay, done deal." (A/N: From now on in this story we will also refer to her as Marissa. Unless I forget.)
"Samantha?" A nurse popped out from behind the receptionist desk.
"Over here!" Marissa called. "Are you ready, Sam?"
Sam took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Good afternoon, Samantha." A woman in her early forties said, looking up from Sam's giant chart. "I'm Doctor Nawten, but you can call me Doctor Sue. Now, do you know why you're here today?"
"Because I got a bun in the oven."
"That's generally why people come to see me." Doctor Sue laughed. "Today, if it's okay with you, we are just going to take a look at your baby using the ultrasound to determine how many weeks along you are, and we are going to go from there, okay?"
"All right."
The ultrasound technician came in and began to set up the machine. "Woah, what the heck is that?"
"That's the ultrasound machine." The technician responded.
"Oh. Okay."
Marissa gave Sam a supporting glance as the technician started up the machine. "There's the heartbeat." She said, smiling at Sam.
"So, based on what we have here, it looks like your baby is five weeks gestation." Doctor Sue observed.
"What?" Sam asked, alarmed.
"Your baby is five weeks old." She explained.
"Oh. Well, tell me, doc, am I going to have to start buying dollies or baseball gloves?"
"We can't tell yet. Let's give it a few more weeks, then we might be able to tell."
"…Okay."
"So, we're almost done, I'm just going to go write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. See you in a few minutes." She and the ultrasound tech quietly packed up the machine and left the room.
"Sam," Marissa spoke up. "Thanks for letting me be here when you got the first ultrasound done." She said quietly.
"But…you dragged me here."
"Yes, but-" She was interrupted by the ultrasound technician coming back into the room. "Here is your prescription." She said, handing Sam a piece of paper. "and these are your ultrasound photos." She handed the photos to Marissa.
"Oh, the baby is so cute already!" She exclaimed. "I want your baby to call me Gramma B. Not Grandma B, GRAMMA B."
"Gramma B. I like that." Sam smiled.
"It sounds kind of like a rapper's name." The technician added.
"I am NOT a rapping grandmother." Marissa said under her breath as she left the room.
A/N: We can all agree that I'm weird, right? Right. Ok, well that's it for this chapter, please, tell me what you liked best (I don't know if you don't review) and have a great day! :)