Daddy Duo
Chapter 2
Say It Isn't So!
(AN: I forgot the disclaimer. I hate writing these things. But, I must or somebody might get the ridiculous notion that I own the Gundam Wing characters and am making money off of them. Bandai and a couple of other companies I can't remember right now own them. Not me.
AN:2 Oh, and just to be clear, this fiction takes place when the characters are older, early twenties. I'm not going to be accused of advocating teenagers getting knocked up, okay?)
Duo sat in the waiting room with Hilde, nibbling nervously on the end of his braid.
He had the center seat in estrogen central. All around him were women of various ages, and in various states of pregnancy or non-pregnancy, as the case may be.
A very pregnant dark-skinned woman smiled at him. "Is this your first then?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh, no, I mean, I don't know, no, um, yes?" answered Duo.
"You just seem awfully nervous," said the woman. "But, there's nothing to worry about. I've had 4 already. Each one easy as pie."
"Um, thanks," muttered Duo. "That's nice to know."
"Except for Jaden," she said, frowning slightly. "He took a while getting here and I was screaming for the epidural by the time he showed his pointy little head."
Duo paled. "Really?" he said hoarsely, quickly checking the available exits.
"Oh, please oh, please God, I haven't asked you for much lately, but get me outta here pronto!" he prayed, "Or else I'm going to be hearing the gory intimate details of each one of her kids births! Kill me now if you can't get me outta here!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell?" said the receptionist. "Doctor Lamarr will be seeing you now."
"Thank you, God; I won't forget this," said Duo under his breath. Hilde gave him an odd look as he took her hand and they went into the inner offices.
"Come in Hilde, this must be your husband," said the nurse, ushering them inside.
"So, it says here that you think you might be pregnant," said the woman, reading from a chart she had in her hand. "Have you taken a home pregnancy test, they're very accurate, you know?"
"I figured I'd be here one way or another, so no," said Hilde.
"Well, we'll do that, then, and go from there," said the nurse.
"First, I want you to disrobe and put this on," she handed Hilde a very minimal looking paper gown, "and then we'll just send you into the bathroom to do this little test, and then the doctor will see you."
She spoke in that special tone one uses for the mentally impaired and small animals.
Duo snorted softly. He was remembering part of the reason he hated doctors and hospitals.
"And you can just wait here until Mrs. Maxwell is finished, okay?" she said to Duo.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied in the same tone he'd used to address the nuns at the orphanage.
Duo found himself wondering if he had that same deer-in-the-headlights look on his face as Hilde had right now.
"I'll be right here," said Duo quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."
She nodded tightly and went into the adjoining bathroom to change and do the test. The nurse went with her.
"Shit," said Duo to no one in particular. He just needed to swear to ease the growing tension in his gut.
He immediately began to fidget. The doctor's office had diagrams of various internal organs, primarily of the female variety. There was a large color poster of the various stages of pregnancy and one slightly graphic one of internal and external male and female genitalia and reproductive organs.
He began to sweat, closing his eyes briefly. This was nothing like the way he preferred to look at exposed expanses of female anatomy. He decided that women definitely looked better with skin on. Preferably in something lacy. Black lace.
He swallowed, trying to imagine such additions to the sculptural model on the shelves of a woman's torso with the abdominal organs exposed. "Better," he said to himself.
He walked over to the model, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" he joked, running his hands along the sides of the torso.
"Are you molesting my anatomical model?" said an unknown female voice in an amused tone behind him.
Duo jumped. "Uh, no, I mean, yes," he confessed, turning around.
"You must be Mr. Maxwell. I'm Doctor Lamarr."
Doctor Lamarr was 40ish, with gold wire rim glasses on her pert nose. She was medium height, with sandy brown hair starting to gray in front, green eyes and decidedly maternal looking. Duo felt instantly at ease, in spite of just being caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
"Most people call me Duo," said Duo, holding out his hand.
"Okay, Duo it is then," said Dr. Lamarr.
You can call me Dr. Lamarr," she said archly, but her eyes twinkled behind her spectacles.
"So your Hilde's female doctor," said Duo, not being able to think of anything more intelligent sounding at the moment.
"No, I'm her gynocologist, unless you're referring to my gender," said Dr. Lamarr.
"Ahem," said Duo. "Very clever. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," said Dr. Lamarr. "I thought a joke might put you at ease. You look as nervous as a porcupine in a condom factory."
Duo grinned. He liked Dr. Lamarr. Here was someone else who couldn't resist a corny joke.
"Does it show that much?" he asked.
"Yes," said Dr. Lamarr as Hilde and the nurse came back into the room, Hilde trying desperately to hold the ridiculous paper gown around her. The nurse helped Hilde up on the paper covered examination table.
"Here's the test," said the nurse, handing a small white plastic object to Dr. Lamarr.
Duo held his breath and Hilde looked like she might faint.
"Well congratulations," said Dr. Lamarr. "It looks as though we're pregnant."
Duo was still holding his breath. Maybe if he didn't breathe, he'd pass out and when he came to, and someone would reassure him it was all a dream.
Hilde began to cry, softly.
"I do hope those are tears of joy," said Dr. Lamarr. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news."
"No, not bad news," said Hilde softly. "It just doesn't seem real, that's all."
"I take it this was not a planned event, then?" said Dr. Lamarr.
Duo shook his head. "I'm not gonna say 'accident'," he said stubbornly. "NO kid of mine is gonna think he was an accident."
"How about surprise, then?" suggested Dr. Lamarr.
"That'll work," said Duo, going over to Hilde and putting an arm around her.
"A surprise can be a good thing."
"I'm gonna do a blood test to make 100% sure, but the test is 98% accurate," said Dr. Lamarr.
After asking the dazed Hilde a few pertinent questions, Dr. Lamarr asked her to lie down and exposed her stomach.
"If we're lucky, we should be able to hear a heartbeat, even though you're only about 9 weeks along," said Dr. Lamarr.
She put a small device below Hilde's navel after putting a bit of conductive gel on her stomach. After a few crackling sounds, the unmistakable rhythmic sound was heard faintly through the device.
"And that is your baby," said Dr. Lamarr.
Duo felt his knees go weak. Even when he and Hilde had gotten married in a small ceremony, he never felt this overwhelmed.
"Our baby," he whispered in a weak voice.
He looked over at Hilde and her face had a look of total wonderment upon it.
"I need to sit down," he said hoarsely.
"Alice, get Duo a cup of water, please," said Dr. Lamarr. "I don't need a fainter while I'm trying to do an exam."
Alice guided Duo to a small chair and went to the sink to get him a paper cup full of water. He gulped it gratefully.
"Can I have another?" he said, stalling for time. His head was spinning and he didn't dare stand up.
"Of course," said Alice, the nurse, giving him a professional smile.
He took another cup of cold water and drank it more slowly this time. He felt like he could finally stand up again.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave for this next part," said Dr. Lamarr.
Alice took his arm. "You can wait in Dr. Lamarr's office while she finishes the exam."
"Feet up in the stirrups," he heard Dr. Lamarr say as he left, "and scoot down to the end of the table.
He was profoundly grateful to be leaving.
Chapter 2
Say It Isn't So!
(AN: I forgot the disclaimer. I hate writing these things. But, I must or somebody might get the ridiculous notion that I own the Gundam Wing characters and am making money off of them. Bandai and a couple of other companies I can't remember right now own them. Not me.
AN:2 Oh, and just to be clear, this fiction takes place when the characters are older, early twenties. I'm not going to be accused of advocating teenagers getting knocked up, okay?)
Duo sat in the waiting room with Hilde, nibbling nervously on the end of his braid.
He had the center seat in estrogen central. All around him were women of various ages, and in various states of pregnancy or non-pregnancy, as the case may be.
A very pregnant dark-skinned woman smiled at him. "Is this your first then?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh, no, I mean, I don't know, no, um, yes?" answered Duo.
"You just seem awfully nervous," said the woman. "But, there's nothing to worry about. I've had 4 already. Each one easy as pie."
"Um, thanks," muttered Duo. "That's nice to know."
"Except for Jaden," she said, frowning slightly. "He took a while getting here and I was screaming for the epidural by the time he showed his pointy little head."
Duo paled. "Really?" he said hoarsely, quickly checking the available exits.
"Oh, please oh, please God, I haven't asked you for much lately, but get me outta here pronto!" he prayed, "Or else I'm going to be hearing the gory intimate details of each one of her kids births! Kill me now if you can't get me outta here!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell?" said the receptionist. "Doctor Lamarr will be seeing you now."
"Thank you, God; I won't forget this," said Duo under his breath. Hilde gave him an odd look as he took her hand and they went into the inner offices.
"Come in Hilde, this must be your husband," said the nurse, ushering them inside.
"So, it says here that you think you might be pregnant," said the woman, reading from a chart she had in her hand. "Have you taken a home pregnancy test, they're very accurate, you know?"
"I figured I'd be here one way or another, so no," said Hilde.
"Well, we'll do that, then, and go from there," said the nurse.
"First, I want you to disrobe and put this on," she handed Hilde a very minimal looking paper gown, "and then we'll just send you into the bathroom to do this little test, and then the doctor will see you."
She spoke in that special tone one uses for the mentally impaired and small animals.
Duo snorted softly. He was remembering part of the reason he hated doctors and hospitals.
"And you can just wait here until Mrs. Maxwell is finished, okay?" she said to Duo.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied in the same tone he'd used to address the nuns at the orphanage.
Duo found himself wondering if he had that same deer-in-the-headlights look on his face as Hilde had right now.
"I'll be right here," said Duo quietly. "I'm not going anywhere."
She nodded tightly and went into the adjoining bathroom to change and do the test. The nurse went with her.
"Shit," said Duo to no one in particular. He just needed to swear to ease the growing tension in his gut.
He immediately began to fidget. The doctor's office had diagrams of various internal organs, primarily of the female variety. There was a large color poster of the various stages of pregnancy and one slightly graphic one of internal and external male and female genitalia and reproductive organs.
He began to sweat, closing his eyes briefly. This was nothing like the way he preferred to look at exposed expanses of female anatomy. He decided that women definitely looked better with skin on. Preferably in something lacy. Black lace.
He swallowed, trying to imagine such additions to the sculptural model on the shelves of a woman's torso with the abdominal organs exposed. "Better," he said to himself.
He walked over to the model, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" he joked, running his hands along the sides of the torso.
"Are you molesting my anatomical model?" said an unknown female voice in an amused tone behind him.
Duo jumped. "Uh, no, I mean, yes," he confessed, turning around.
"You must be Mr. Maxwell. I'm Doctor Lamarr."
Doctor Lamarr was 40ish, with gold wire rim glasses on her pert nose. She was medium height, with sandy brown hair starting to gray in front, green eyes and decidedly maternal looking. Duo felt instantly at ease, in spite of just being caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
"Most people call me Duo," said Duo, holding out his hand.
"Okay, Duo it is then," said Dr. Lamarr.
You can call me Dr. Lamarr," she said archly, but her eyes twinkled behind her spectacles.
"So your Hilde's female doctor," said Duo, not being able to think of anything more intelligent sounding at the moment.
"No, I'm her gynocologist, unless you're referring to my gender," said Dr. Lamarr.
"Ahem," said Duo. "Very clever. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," said Dr. Lamarr. "I thought a joke might put you at ease. You look as nervous as a porcupine in a condom factory."
Duo grinned. He liked Dr. Lamarr. Here was someone else who couldn't resist a corny joke.
"Does it show that much?" he asked.
"Yes," said Dr. Lamarr as Hilde and the nurse came back into the room, Hilde trying desperately to hold the ridiculous paper gown around her. The nurse helped Hilde up on the paper covered examination table.
"Here's the test," said the nurse, handing a small white plastic object to Dr. Lamarr.
Duo held his breath and Hilde looked like she might faint.
"Well congratulations," said Dr. Lamarr. "It looks as though we're pregnant."
Duo was still holding his breath. Maybe if he didn't breathe, he'd pass out and when he came to, and someone would reassure him it was all a dream.
Hilde began to cry, softly.
"I do hope those are tears of joy," said Dr. Lamarr. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news."
"No, not bad news," said Hilde softly. "It just doesn't seem real, that's all."
"I take it this was not a planned event, then?" said Dr. Lamarr.
Duo shook his head. "I'm not gonna say 'accident'," he said stubbornly. "NO kid of mine is gonna think he was an accident."
"How about surprise, then?" suggested Dr. Lamarr.
"That'll work," said Duo, going over to Hilde and putting an arm around her.
"A surprise can be a good thing."
"I'm gonna do a blood test to make 100% sure, but the test is 98% accurate," said Dr. Lamarr.
After asking the dazed Hilde a few pertinent questions, Dr. Lamarr asked her to lie down and exposed her stomach.
"If we're lucky, we should be able to hear a heartbeat, even though you're only about 9 weeks along," said Dr. Lamarr.
She put a small device below Hilde's navel after putting a bit of conductive gel on her stomach. After a few crackling sounds, the unmistakable rhythmic sound was heard faintly through the device.
"And that is your baby," said Dr. Lamarr.
Duo felt his knees go weak. Even when he and Hilde had gotten married in a small ceremony, he never felt this overwhelmed.
"Our baby," he whispered in a weak voice.
He looked over at Hilde and her face had a look of total wonderment upon it.
"I need to sit down," he said hoarsely.
"Alice, get Duo a cup of water, please," said Dr. Lamarr. "I don't need a fainter while I'm trying to do an exam."
Alice guided Duo to a small chair and went to the sink to get him a paper cup full of water. He gulped it gratefully.
"Can I have another?" he said, stalling for time. His head was spinning and he didn't dare stand up.
"Of course," said Alice, the nurse, giving him a professional smile.
He took another cup of cold water and drank it more slowly this time. He felt like he could finally stand up again.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave for this next part," said Dr. Lamarr.
Alice took his arm. "You can wait in Dr. Lamarr's office while she finishes the exam."
"Feet up in the stirrups," he heard Dr. Lamarr say as he left, "and scoot down to the end of the table.
He was profoundly grateful to be leaving.
