Mary breathed out slowly as she leaned back in the chair, trying to ignore whatever the doctor was doing between her legs. John was beside her holding her hand and rubbing at it reassuringly.
It felt like the doctor was there for an eternity and Mary couldn't help but break the silence.
"I usually ask men to buy me dinner before digging up that high inside of me." she said, stubbornly not looking down. She had no desire to see what was exactly being done there.
She felt more than heard, and that was a weird feeling, when the doctor laughed and then straightened up, shaking his head.
"If I had a dollar for every time someone told me that, I'd have no more student loans." he told her, taking his gloves off and throwing them away before putting on another clean pair. "Alright so I checked the plumbing thoroughly, before I say anything I want to know more about how you're feeling."
Mary shifted a bit uncomfortably at that, looking at John who just smiled at her. "Not good." she finally admitted, she hated being honest about anything that was bothering her, especially if she was hurting. But it wasn't about her anymore, it was about the baby. "My lower back hurts a lot, my lower stomach is killing me most days, I eat but I'm not hungry, and I'm not sleeping that well."
"I give her massages for her back, her mom and mine make her a lot of bland soups and smoothies but she's throwing most of them up." John added. "Everything else I don't know how to deal with."
The doctor nodded at that, grabbing another machine and bringing it over. "Bring your shirt up, let's try to get a picture of the kid."
Mary did as he asked, pulling her shirt up and letting him spread the gel around her stomach. She bit down on the inside of her cheek at the small, barely there bump. "It's still small." she whispered. "Is that normal?"
"Every pregnancy is different." the doctor told her gently. "I've had some women that looked like they were carrying triplets only for one child. I've had one that didn't know she was pregnant until she was giving birth because she never gained any weight or showed. I'm focusing on other things, not just the bump."
"Well how are those other things that you're focusing on?" John asked, shooting him a pointed look.
The doctor just met his gaze head on. "I'll let you know at the end, I want to have all the details first before we discuss anything."
Mary squeezed his hand as best as she could, barely flinching when the doctor placed the probe on her stomach and started to move around, spreading the gel around as a result. Together they looked at the screen, desperate for some kind of an image.
"Alright so, we got the shape of the baby, its forming nicely for about twelve weeks." the doctor said, moving the probe around. He reached out to tap the screen. "There's the head, there's an arm, there's a foot."
It just looked like a grey blob to her, she squinted and strained and leaned forward, trying to see what the doctor was pointing out.
This wasn't that big a deal, she hadn't been able to see anything when she had been pregnant with Dean either, not until it was closer to her due date.
But it was different now. The baby was in danger and she needed to make sure that it was okay. She just wanted to make sure that it was okay.
"The placenta is a bit lower than normal but it's nothing I'd worry about just yet." he quickly added. "Just something to note for future visits. And I have a bit of a treat for you guys." he flipped a switch on the screen and a sound filled the room.
It was faster than expected and despite its muffled sound, it quickly and easily filled the entire room, bringing tears to their eyes.
"Is that...is that..." Mary tried to ask, her throat closing up. She felt a tear run down her face and when she looked at John, he looked like he was barely holding himself together, tears in his eyes as well.
"That's the baby's heart, strong and good." the doctor told them with a smile. "Regardless of your other problems, the heart is strong and the baby is stubborn as anything. As far as the baby is concerned, it's not going anywhere for another six months."
Mary let her head fall back, a choked sound escaping her as the sound of the baby's heartbeat surrounded her. She felt John shift enough to wrap his arm around her as best as he could. She turned so that she could bury her face in his shoulder, taking a deep breath to try to compose herself.
The doctor had looked away to give them a few moments of privacy, only getting up to snag the box of tissues and hold them to John who took them gratefully, tendering wiping the tears off of Mary's face and then his own.
"Alright, what else should we know about?" John asked, clearing his throat a few times to get the words out.
The doctor looked at the screen once more. "Well, I could tell you the gender of the baby."
Mary straightened at that, eyes widening as she looked at the screen as well, trying to see it. "You can?"
The doctor nodded, moving the probe a few centimeters to the side. "Oh yeah, the kids not hiding whatsoever."
She and John looked at one another, talking wordlessly before looking back at the doctor. "Alright."
The doctor smiled and turned to look at them. "You're having a son."
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