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Now! Chapter...
Trunks sat on the couch, leaning one arm on his leg while he glanced at his wristwatch. Twelve-thirty. Well, they had some time before he and Demi would be forced to leave for the OB-GYN clinic for their appointment. The appointment for their little one as well as his wife. He grinned at the thought.
But while he was glad at the prospect, Trunks had to admit that it also racked his nerves. Waiting for this moment was like just waiting to be embarrassed from accompanying a woman to see how...well, yeah. And not only that, but it was like someone telling him to be patient until he could know for certain whether or not his boy or girl was healthy.
Demi entered the room, wearing a pair of black jeans and a tight blue, short-sleeved shirt. She set her hands on her hips as she looked down at him expectantly. "Tell me, what time is it?"
"Twelve-thirty," he answered, glancing up at her.
She nodded, and tapped a finger on her arm for a moment. Suddenly, she brushed past him, and said, "I'm hungry."
He watched her go, tapping the tips of his fingers together, before looking out the balcony window in thought once again. Then, her recent statement suddenly registered with him. 'Hungry? Again? She's been eating so much lately...'
In the kitchen, Demi opened and slammed cupboard doors, rummaging around for the one thing she had such a sudden craving for. At last, she found them, and retrieved the box of graham cracker sticks. She thought that perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea if she added a few extra ingredients, too.
She opened the refrigerator to see if she could find any tasty sauces. Mayonnaise. Mayonnaise was always good. Oh, and salsa. Mustard. And some butterscotch and chocolate syrup. And...well, what the heck? A little steak sauce and whipped cream never hurt anybody. Ketchup, ketchup, ketchup...
She started pouring all of the sauces onto her graham cracker sticks, and spread them evenly with a butter knife. She put several dollops of whipped cream on the top just to finish them, but a thought unexpectedly struck her. Just two more things, and that's it. Let's see...chocolate sprinkles and cherries. Excellent.
She stuffed one of the tasty treats in her mouth, and chewed it up. 'Hm. It seems be missing just one last thing...'
She grabbed her plate of cracker treats and promptly headed out to the balcony with a spoon in her hand.
Trunks curiously watched her go by, wondering what she was up to this time. But he never expected to see her...gah! She was digging the dirt up from her potted plants and spreading it over her food! 'No...' He covered his mouth with a hand and swiftly rushed for the bathroom. 'I think...ugh...I'm going to be ill.'
It didn't bother Demi, though, apparently. She was actually savoring the flavor of her snack, enjoying the grainy texture that the dirt had added.
Bulma finally arrived at the gate to the couple's condominium, and rang the doorbell.
Trunks reluctantly stepped out of the bathroom and quietly called for the woman of the house. "Demi..." He put a hand to his cool forehead.
"I know," she called back, and came through from the hallway where she pulled a brown jacket on.
"Ready?" he asked, averting her gaze.
She nodded, and let him take her downstairs so they could follow Mom(-in-law) to the clinic.
. . . . . .
The OB-GYN clinic they'd made an appointment at wasn't too bad. There were enough seats for them, at least, but the sounds of wailing, bratty toddlers, hungry infants, and aggravated expecting (again!) mothers just made Trunks' skin crawl. He fidgeted uneasily in his seat while Demi ignored everything and Bulma went to the counter to confirm the appointment.
It was quite a while, but at last, a professional-looking woman with dark brown hair and hoop earrings stepped into the waiting area, a clip-board and medical file in her hands. "Demi Briefs?"
The present Briefs all rose from their seats and went to follow the woman into a professional as well as personalized office. Pictures of family were set on her desk and a few potted plants sat at the window. Trunks was a little impressed to see that she also had posters of rock bands like the Ramones, ACDC, and Led Zeppelin.
"Well, Mrs. Briefs," the woman began, and both Bulma and Demi gazed at her in response. She grinned nervously. "Er, Demi..."
She nodded while Bulma leaned back in her seat.
"I'm Sharon. I'm very glad to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Bulma. And you must be the father," Sharon grinned at Trunks, who nodded.
'Yeah, a lucky devil I am,' he thought skeptically, and cringed when Demi shot him a knowing and suspicious glance.
"Well, unfortunately, the first appointment tends to be the longest," Sharon told them with a somewhat apologetic tone. "First, I'll just be asking you some questions."
Trunks blinked several times. 'Skip the questions. Come on! Is my kid healthy or not?'
At last! After some rather strange and...ahem, uncomfortable questions being tossed at them...they were ready. "So, shall we check the baby's heartbeat?"
He sat up attentively at these words.
At last, when Sharon had done all of the necessary procedures, the heartbeat was picked up, and she smiled. "Sounds great to me. That's a really healthy baby, no doubt about it."
Trunks smiled and sighed in relief as he leaned his forehead into his hand, while Bulma clapped her hands and gasped in delight.
"Question," Demi said from where she was lying back on the table. "What if I don't want to have an ultrasound? That's not a problem, is it?"
"Oh, I don't think so," Sharon nodded. "Your baby sounds very healthy to me, so I don't think there's any need to monitor it through ultrasound."
'Good enough for me!' he thought happily. 'Just as long as we're certain the baby's perfectly healthy.' Yes, it was very good news to both father and grandmother-to-be...
Hope the chapter was okay! My brain keeps turning on and off on me, here, so it's hard to tell when they're going to be good. Review!