Angel's Lullaby
Unborn Heart
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A/N- I apologize for the weird formatting. I can only post in Notepad Form!
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"Can you two not act like total idiots?" Trish muttered, growing irritated. She thumbed through the parenting magazine, all the while biting her lip to stop from screaming at the childish men. They were at the doctor's office for her eight-week check-up. This visit was extra-special because they would see the heartbeat.
"Sorry," Randy said apologetically. Sighing, he set his head on John's shoulder. He closed his eyes and seemed to nod off. "Is he tired?" Trish asked, setting the magazine down. Now that Randy was calm, she didn't mind talking to the couple. John nodded.
"Poor guy was up half the night contemplating names!" John chuckled, shaking his head. Reaching out, he gently caressed Randy's cheek. "He's going to be such a great dad," Trish laughed. It was just like Randy to begin contemplating names eight months in advance.
"What did he decide on?" she asked, rubbing her belly. Everything she had read said it was impossible to feel the baby so early into the pregnancy, but she could sense her baby. She had asked her mother about this and all her mother could say was maternal instinct.
The surrogacy agreement had not gone over well with Trish's family. They couldn't understand why she would put her body through pregnancy and not keep the baby. Her mother said she was crazy, just looking for heartache. Her father thought the same way her mother did.
It didn't help that they were anxious for grandchildren.
"For a girl, he's decided on Rian Love or Susan Rae. For a boy, Jonathan Randall or Ian Scott," John said. Trish grimaced.
"Are you going to convince him NOT to use his horrible names?" Trish asked. She felt honored to be giving the couple a baby, but giving the child up and watching him/ her getting a horrible name would be TOO much to bear.
"Of course! Do you really think I'm letting him name our baby Susan? Nothing against people named Susan but it's an old fashioned name," John explained. He yawned loudly. "Speaking of sleep, how has Baby been letting you sleep?"
"The nausea wakes me at four-thirty, five o'clock. Then, I'm passed out from ten to one. Then, I go to bed at nine-fifteen," Trish said, yawning. Glancing at her watch, she sighed. "I'm missing my nap time!" "Plenty of room next to me," John said. The receptionist had told them the wait for the doctor could be up to an hour. Trish set her head in his lap and promptly passed out. Shaking his head, John laughed.
With Trish and Randy asleep, he was free to get lost in his thoughts. He thought about the impact a baby would have on their lives. Things would never be the same. Life would turn into a welcome chaos. He thought about Randy and how hard the younger man wanted to be the father he himself had never had.
"Trish Irvine?" a nurse called. John raised his hand.
"She's right here," he murmured, gesturing to the sleeping woman. Gently, he shook her awake. "Trisha, time for your appointment," She stood up. Then, John nudged Randy awake.
They followed her into the exam room. It was obvious by her starry eyes that she was still half-asleep. The nurse thrust a sample cup at Trish.
"We need a urine sample," she snapped gruffly. Reluctantly, Trish shuffled off to the bathroom. John sat down in the only chair besides the doctor's stool. Sighing, Randy plopped down in his husband's lap.
"Is it my imagination or are you getting heavier?" John asked, placing his arms around Randy's waist. Randy shrugged.
"I hate this bitch!" Trish grumbled, setting the cup on the tray. She rolled her eyes, as she noticed the couple. "You two are so lucky you can't get pregnant"
Dr. O'Carol, her obstetrician walked in. The middle-aged woman pushed a sonogram machine. A young man, dressed in blue-green scrubs followed her.
"Hello, Trish. How are you feeling?" the female doctor asked. Trish sighed.
"Exhausted, pukey, need I go on?" she said, in response. The doctor shook her head.
"I'm Brett Marcus." the young man introduced himself. "Your sonography tech." He shook Trish's hand. "Okay, I'm going to leave the room and allow you to change into this," He thrust a pink paper gown at her. Then, he walked out of the room. Quickly, Trish slipped into the horrid gown. Then, the technician came back in. "Alrighty then," He draped a blue paper blanket over her legs. Then, he manually spread them. "This is going to feel a little odd going in," He eased the transducer in.
"Now, I know this probably seems strange but this early into a pregnancy, a transvaginal sonogram is best for visualizing the fetus," the doctor explained, staring intently at the screen. She grinned as she caught sight of something.
"What?" Trish asked, sensing the change in her obstetrician's mood. "Tell me!" "This," The doctor turned the sonogram screen towards them. "is your healthy eight-week old heartbeat," Gently, she tapped the screen.
The heartbeat was tiny, barely noticable in the deep recesses of the uterus. Yet, it made the most impact. The tiny beating speck made Randy quiver with emotion. John kept a tighter grip on his lover. He,too, was stunned over the miracle of the tiny heart.
A loud whoosh filled the room. John wasn't sure what to make of it. Then, he gasped as he realized it was the sound of the heartbeat.
Tears filled his eyes.
Everything was perfect.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Alright, I have to ask. Am I (a) using too much dialogue and not enough physical action? and (b) am I conveying emotion? I NEED TO KNOW!Once again,I apologize for the horrible formatting. The server won't upload my RTF files!
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