The Ultimate Consequence
November 11th
Mac was late, not just late 'I'm stressed out', but really late. She was never late. She couldn't understand why this should happen right now, when everything else in her life was going pretty good. She had just called the hospital and scheduled a routine check-up appointment. The pressure was lesser so. Maybe (hopefully) she was wrong and than buying and taking one of those home pregnancy tests would have seemed so final. Like she had actually thought that she might be pregnant. She just wanted to check her health; it was really a very responsible thing to do.
Later the same day, she was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for the doctor to arrive with her test results. She tried to relax, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. She fingered nervously on the buttons of her uniform jacket. When the doctor walked into the room she jumped in her chair.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" the thirty something male doctor asked.
"No, it's alright," she said not very convincing.
"I'm Dr. Martin. I haven't seen you before, have I?"
"No, I used to go to Dr. Nicholson," she answered him distractedly the whole time wishing that he would give her the answer she wanted to have.
"Well, he retired three years ago, so I guess you're stuck with me," he tried to joke with her, but when he saw Mac's expression he realized that it was a lost cause.
"All of your test results came back looking very good. You seem to be taking really good care of yourself," he started to say. Mac gave out a sigh of relief. "Did you suspect that you might be pregnant?" he then continued.
Mac looked at him all of the fright coming back to her in one second. "Am I?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered her calmly "Do you have an idea how far along you might be?" he then asked her. Mac didn't even hear the question; she was her life falling apart in front of her and couldn't do anything about it. Dr. Martin looked at her and decided to let it all sink in a bit before asking her something more. A minute later Mac realized that no one had said anything in a while and she hurried to come to her feet to leave.
"You should contact an obetrician and get an appointment set up," he took her hand and shook it. "I'm sure everything will work out for you, Colonel Mackenzie. Do you have anybody you can talk to?"
"You're wrong about that, it won't work out, but I'll get that appointment set up," she had gotten herself enough together and was now able to answer him. She walked out of the clinic wondering haw she had managed to screw up her life so much in such a short amount of time. She had no idea what to do or who to turn to. Harm was for obvious reasons out of the question. Just seven weeks ago she could have gone to Sturgis to talk, but she had destroyed that possibility. Besides if she went to him now she would be forced to tell him about the baby, their baby. 'Oh my, I'm having a baby,' The thought hit her like a brick wall and she put her hand on her stomach.
Under any other circumstances she would have been thrilled. It had been so long since she had first started to want children and by now she had almost given up the thought of that ever happening. This was so wrong. She wasn't even in a relationship with the father of her baby, in fact she didn't have any feelings for him beside friendship. But slowly it was all sinking in and she just couldn't help that she was feeling a little happy about it. Her life was once again totally messed up and she had no idea how to pitch it back together. But a little happy, she was.
TBC
November 11th
Mac was late, not just late 'I'm stressed out', but really late. She was never late. She couldn't understand why this should happen right now, when everything else in her life was going pretty good. She had just called the hospital and scheduled a routine check-up appointment. The pressure was lesser so. Maybe (hopefully) she was wrong and than buying and taking one of those home pregnancy tests would have seemed so final. Like she had actually thought that she might be pregnant. She just wanted to check her health; it was really a very responsible thing to do.
Later the same day, she was sitting in the doctor's office waiting for the doctor to arrive with her test results. She tried to relax, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. She fingered nervously on the buttons of her uniform jacket. When the doctor walked into the room she jumped in her chair.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" the thirty something male doctor asked.
"No, it's alright," she said not very convincing.
"I'm Dr. Martin. I haven't seen you before, have I?"
"No, I used to go to Dr. Nicholson," she answered him distractedly the whole time wishing that he would give her the answer she wanted to have.
"Well, he retired three years ago, so I guess you're stuck with me," he tried to joke with her, but when he saw Mac's expression he realized that it was a lost cause.
"All of your test results came back looking very good. You seem to be taking really good care of yourself," he started to say. Mac gave out a sigh of relief. "Did you suspect that you might be pregnant?" he then continued.
Mac looked at him all of the fright coming back to her in one second. "Am I?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered her calmly "Do you have an idea how far along you might be?" he then asked her. Mac didn't even hear the question; she was her life falling apart in front of her and couldn't do anything about it. Dr. Martin looked at her and decided to let it all sink in a bit before asking her something more. A minute later Mac realized that no one had said anything in a while and she hurried to come to her feet to leave.
"You should contact an obetrician and get an appointment set up," he took her hand and shook it. "I'm sure everything will work out for you, Colonel Mackenzie. Do you have anybody you can talk to?"
"You're wrong about that, it won't work out, but I'll get that appointment set up," she had gotten herself enough together and was now able to answer him. She walked out of the clinic wondering haw she had managed to screw up her life so much in such a short amount of time. She had no idea what to do or who to turn to. Harm was for obvious reasons out of the question. Just seven weeks ago she could have gone to Sturgis to talk, but she had destroyed that possibility. Besides if she went to him now she would be forced to tell him about the baby, their baby. 'Oh my, I'm having a baby,' The thought hit her like a brick wall and she put her hand on her stomach.
Under any other circumstances she would have been thrilled. It had been so long since she had first started to want children and by now she had almost given up the thought of that ever happening. This was so wrong. She wasn't even in a relationship with the father of her baby, in fact she didn't have any feelings for him beside friendship. But slowly it was all sinking in and she just couldn't help that she was feeling a little happy about it. Her life was once again totally messed up and she had no idea how to pitch it back together. But a little happy, she was.
TBC