Something To Talk About, Part IX
NOTE: These characters don't belong to me, but I do wish they did.. eh, but they don't. Michael
Crichton and Constant C are the people we owe for these good people.
"Hey, have you seen my jacket?" Deb rummaged around the apartment that she and Dave now owned
together. She had totally sold hers and moved into his: after all, it was bigger, and they'd
need room for the baby. She was nearly six months pregnant and felt huge.. all she could think
of was that she still had three more months to go. She and Dave were going today to find out
the sex of the baby. They had decided early on they didn't want to know, but with decorating it
was becoming a nightmare not to. Dave's old "office," basically his room for his toys, had now
become the baby's room. They had bought a crib and other furniture, but still needed to know
what color to paint with, and to carpet.
Dave walked casually out of the bedroom they shared, brushing a comb through his wet hair and
giving his girlfriend a shrug. "No idea.. last time I saw it was yesterday night when we went
shopping. Are you sure you brought it back? You didn't wear it most of the night.."
"Yes, I'm sure." She sat down on an ottoman with a heavy sigh, picking up a stack of the day's
newspapers just to make sure it wasn't under there. "It is a nice day. I'll just bag the damn
jacket."
Dave smiled and walked back into the bathroom. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Dr. Chen! How are you doing? We haven't heard from you since you made your appointment, and
you're usually always up here!" The receptionist, Georgia, grinned at Deb. They had known each
other since Deb's med school days, when she had come up for some research on Jodi O'Brien, Dr.
Greene's first lawsuit case, which happened to be OB. Georgia was so happy for Deb: she had
always been a nice girl, and now she was going to have a family of her own.
"It's been very busy down in the ER, what with flu season and everything starting up. Plus
Dave and I haven't had time to sit down. We've been doing the shopping.. for cribs, dressers,
strollers, everything." Deb turned around and gave Dave a half-smile, but she didn't see him. He
was busy reading "New Parent" magazine, for no reason other then to blend in, Deb thought.
"Yes, yes. Well, Dr. MacLucas will see you now."
Deb motioned for Dave and he followed her down the hall. It was adorned with pictures of newborn babies, babies Dr. MacLucas had probably delivered.
Four months ago when she had started looking for a new OB/GYN in Chicago, she had been talking to
the OB nurses, who recommended Dr. MacLucas. She later found out that that was Carol Hathaway's
OB, too, and she felt safe. She had had trouble with her pregnancy and look how her twin girls
turned out.
She took a seat on the cold metal gurney, and looked at Dave. He seemed oddly out of place to be
sitting with a girlfriend at the gynecologist's office. And Dave had never really envisioned himself
here, either. I mean, maybe in 10 years, he thought, but not when he had just started a new job,
and only three years into his residency. The door opened and Dr. MacLucas appeared, long, blond
hair resting on her shoulders, wearing a tailored-white coat. Deb had just found out that the doctor
too was expecting, only she was only two or three months along.
"Dr. Chen! So nice to see you again. So you're here for your checkup and an ultrasound? You want to
know the baby's sex now?"
Deb smiled and looked at Dave, who was grinning sheepishly. "Yes, we found it's hard to decorate
without knowing if it's a boy or girl. Oh, congratulations on your pregnancy, too."
"Oh, yes, yes, this'll be my third. And Dr. Malucci, so nice to finally meet you. I haven't had a
chance to really work with you yet in the ER." Deb was a bit taken aback. Dr. MacLucas was
probably two or three years younger than her, and hadn't she seen Dave ever before?
She checked measured to check out what the baby's weight would be, about five pounds so far, huge
for a baby at only six months. Deb laid down as the doctor got the ultrasound equipment ready, and
turned it on.
"So what are you hoping it'll be?"
"Doesn't matter," Dave and Deb said simultaneously. The doctor smiled. "Well, I'm sure you have
some preference." She began to run the piece across Deb's belly. Dave's eyes widened as he watched
the monitor. He knew immediately the sex of the baby. Turning to him, Deb smiled. She knew too.
"It's a boy, doctors." She grinned at the couple, kissing each other, tears falling from Deb's eyes.
A little boy.
"Thanks so much, Dr. MacLucas. We'll back in a month.." Deb took Dave's hand and they headed down
to the ER, where Dr. Greene was computing at the desk. He saw the two walk in.
"Hey, did you find out what it is?"
"It's a boy, Dr. Greene. A boy." Deb smiled, and Dave chimed in on the last sentence.
NOTE: These characters don't belong to me, but I do wish they did.. eh, but they don't. Michael
Crichton and Constant C are the people we owe for these good people.
"Hey, have you seen my jacket?" Deb rummaged around the apartment that she and Dave now owned
together. She had totally sold hers and moved into his: after all, it was bigger, and they'd
need room for the baby. She was nearly six months pregnant and felt huge.. all she could think
of was that she still had three more months to go. She and Dave were going today to find out
the sex of the baby. They had decided early on they didn't want to know, but with decorating it
was becoming a nightmare not to. Dave's old "office," basically his room for his toys, had now
become the baby's room. They had bought a crib and other furniture, but still needed to know
what color to paint with, and to carpet.
Dave walked casually out of the bedroom they shared, brushing a comb through his wet hair and
giving his girlfriend a shrug. "No idea.. last time I saw it was yesterday night when we went
shopping. Are you sure you brought it back? You didn't wear it most of the night.."
"Yes, I'm sure." She sat down on an ottoman with a heavy sigh, picking up a stack of the day's
newspapers just to make sure it wasn't under there. "It is a nice day. I'll just bag the damn
jacket."
Dave smiled and walked back into the bathroom. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Dr. Chen! How are you doing? We haven't heard from you since you made your appointment, and
you're usually always up here!" The receptionist, Georgia, grinned at Deb. They had known each
other since Deb's med school days, when she had come up for some research on Jodi O'Brien, Dr.
Greene's first lawsuit case, which happened to be OB. Georgia was so happy for Deb: she had
always been a nice girl, and now she was going to have a family of her own.
"It's been very busy down in the ER, what with flu season and everything starting up. Plus
Dave and I haven't had time to sit down. We've been doing the shopping.. for cribs, dressers,
strollers, everything." Deb turned around and gave Dave a half-smile, but she didn't see him. He
was busy reading "New Parent" magazine, for no reason other then to blend in, Deb thought.
"Yes, yes. Well, Dr. MacLucas will see you now."
Deb motioned for Dave and he followed her down the hall. It was adorned with pictures of newborn babies, babies Dr. MacLucas had probably delivered.
Four months ago when she had started looking for a new OB/GYN in Chicago, she had been talking to
the OB nurses, who recommended Dr. MacLucas. She later found out that that was Carol Hathaway's
OB, too, and she felt safe. She had had trouble with her pregnancy and look how her twin girls
turned out.
She took a seat on the cold metal gurney, and looked at Dave. He seemed oddly out of place to be
sitting with a girlfriend at the gynecologist's office. And Dave had never really envisioned himself
here, either. I mean, maybe in 10 years, he thought, but not when he had just started a new job,
and only three years into his residency. The door opened and Dr. MacLucas appeared, long, blond
hair resting on her shoulders, wearing a tailored-white coat. Deb had just found out that the doctor
too was expecting, only she was only two or three months along.
"Dr. Chen! So nice to see you again. So you're here for your checkup and an ultrasound? You want to
know the baby's sex now?"
Deb smiled and looked at Dave, who was grinning sheepishly. "Yes, we found it's hard to decorate
without knowing if it's a boy or girl. Oh, congratulations on your pregnancy, too."
"Oh, yes, yes, this'll be my third. And Dr. Malucci, so nice to finally meet you. I haven't had a
chance to really work with you yet in the ER." Deb was a bit taken aback. Dr. MacLucas was
probably two or three years younger than her, and hadn't she seen Dave ever before?
She checked measured to check out what the baby's weight would be, about five pounds so far, huge
for a baby at only six months. Deb laid down as the doctor got the ultrasound equipment ready, and
turned it on.
"So what are you hoping it'll be?"
"Doesn't matter," Dave and Deb said simultaneously. The doctor smiled. "Well, I'm sure you have
some preference." She began to run the piece across Deb's belly. Dave's eyes widened as he watched
the monitor. He knew immediately the sex of the baby. Turning to him, Deb smiled. She knew too.
"It's a boy, doctors." She grinned at the couple, kissing each other, tears falling from Deb's eyes.
A little boy.
"Thanks so much, Dr. MacLucas. We'll back in a month.." Deb took Dave's hand and they headed down
to the ER, where Dr. Greene was computing at the desk. He saw the two walk in.
"Hey, did you find out what it is?"
"It's a boy, Dr. Greene. A boy." Deb smiled, and Dave chimed in on the last sentence.