Days of Our Knight- Chapter 2
A/N: Sorry it took so long but I have so many other stories I'm trying to keep up with. I hope you enjoy this chapter. This story is more about the personal aspect of their lives instead of the Batman part. If Max seems a little emotional, well, she's pregnant what do you expect. These first parts are a little slow but it will pick up soon. As always Read and Review.
I sat nervously in the doctor's office, staring at the sterile white walls wondering when Dr. Keith would come so I could get out and be home before Terry realized I was gone. I still hadn't told him about the baby, there just never seemed to be a right time anymore. Lately I hadn't seen him for days on end, when I woke he'd be gone and when I went to bed he didn't make it home. He might pop in for a quick second during the day to say hello, leave a message, send flowers but it wasn't the same and I could see the strain it was making on our marriage. There were times when I wasn't sure if I could go on this way but I always pushed them out of my mind. The door to the room opened, pulling me from my thoughts and back to the matter at hand. I was pregnant.
"Maxine, it's good to see you again." Dr. Keith said, shaking my hand and sitting down on a roll chair. He was a pleasant man in his late fifties who developed fatherly concern for his patients and who had often times been a shoulder to cry on. He was clean-shaven with small glasses perched on his nose, he had been handsome once but excessive hours and hard work had done well to faintly erode it after time. He glanced down at a chart in his hand and then back at me.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Fine."
"Nurse Judith, said all your blood work was fine, your blood pressure is a little bit elevated but that's normal, we'll keep an eye on it though. The baby's heart rate is fine, we thought we heard something but we're sure it was nothing. Your progressing normally, you look great most women are huge by now. Have you been reading that nutritional information I gave you."
"Yes."
"Good, now I'm going to write a prescription for natal vitamins and you can make an appointment for about three to four weeks from now."
I nodded mutely and was about to get up when he stopped me, his eyebrows were furrowed in concern.
"Have you told him that you're pregnant yet?"
I shifted my eyes so that I wouldn't have to look at him and sighed deeply.
"No, he's been busy with the company and all. The last thing he needs is to worry about me."
"Have you ever thought that he might welcome this."
"We said we were going to wait at least another year or so and then bam…it happened. Look, Dr. Keith, I'm going to tell him eventually, it isn't like it's something you can hide right?"
He shook his head in disapproval but let me go. I drove home quickly and as soon as I got in the door I ran to the bathroom to relieve the wave of nausea that had suddenly over taken me. Then I sat in the bathroom and cried. I must have been there for hours because when I awoke I found myself leaned against the wall with an ache in my back that felt like it was a permanent fixture. I brushed the stray hairs out of my face and then dragged myself up to the bedroom; there I plopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness.
It was late in the night when I felt someone gently calling my name and then the methodical movement of a hand across my arm. My eyes fluttered open to meet the blue ones of Terry who was leaning over me with a look of concern.
"Hey." He said softly into the darkness.
"Hi, when did you get in?"
"An hour ago, it's a quiet night…finally." He leaned down to kiss me and I saw a flinch that could only mean that it wasn't as quiet as he would have me assume. I suddenly felt awake and I pulled myself up to meet him eyelevel.
"You're hurt."
"I'm fine." He lied. I got out of bed and got the first aid kit from the closet.
"Maxine, I'm fine. It was just some idiot Jokerz, it was nothing." But by the time his protest was out I had already pulled off his shirt and inspected several odd shaped bruises on his chest. Every night this was my worst fear, this is what every one of my nightmares was about. Terry being hurt or killed, sometimes they would portray him walking into the Bat Cave bleeding all over and every time I could never stop it and he would die lying there in my arms while I'm screaming hysterically. It was around this time that I would bolt up in bed and wrap my arms around him tightly, crying silently into his back but he never knew because I never told him.
"Ouch." He moaned after I had prodded a particularly tender spot, the bruises were bad but not that bad and tonight he would live. I just couldn't help wondering about every other night after this one. Would there ever be a time when I couldn't stop the bleeding or I couldn't stop the hurt and I would be left to scream hysterically over the body of the man that I loved. After he was patched up the feeling of nausea over took me again and I ran to the bathroom, knelt in front of the toilet and vomited again. Terry ran in after me and he knelt down beside me, pulling the hair away from my face so that it wouldn't get in the way. After the storm of sickness had passed he helped me up and into bed.
"I'm fine."
He chuckled slightly. "You a worse liar than I am."
Terry pulled the covers back and got in beside me with his strong arms around my waist and his chin on top of my head.
"I miss you, you know that."
"I miss you too."
We laid in silence for a moment, just basking in each other's company.
"I'm so glad it's just the two of us for now, I love being alone with you."
Involuntarily I stiffened and I knew he felt it but for some reason he didn't comment. Instead he kissed my head, rolled over and went to sleep. I tried but the nightmares came again, this time I was holding the baby in my arms, crying hysterically and it was Terry who watched silently shrouded in darkness without a trace of emotion on his face. I didn't cry into his back that night, I muffled my tears with a pillow.