... 2 months later
"Hey dad? When is the appointment?" I asked, looking around for my sweatshirt. I had grown out of my other clothes, being as big as I was.
"At 2!" Dad yelled.
"What time is it now?"
I heard nothing but shuffling and then the slamming of a door.
"Uh, dad?" I asked. I went downstairs to an empty kitchen.
Dad came back into the kitchen out of breath.
"It's 1:50, come on! We have to get going or we're going to be late. I already have the van started."
I quickly put on my sweatshirt and followed my dad out the door.
We arrived at the clinic 10 minutes late.
"I'm sorry Libby. I wasn't watching the time," Dad said as he opened the door.
"It's ok. Don't worry about it."
I went and sat down in the waiting room while my dad went to check us in. He was back within 5 minutes.
"So, how are you doing?" Dad asked.
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
No you're not Liberty. Stop lying to yourself. I've been nothing but a wreck this past week. My feet swell, I can't fit into anything anymore, and to top it all off, I was scared as hell about this whole birthing process. According to Ms. Coleman, during pushing, a woman can rip her labia or could bleed to death. It's scares me to death; not the fact that I could do, but not to be able to see my child grow up.
"Liberty Van Zandt?"
My dad looked over at me, "That's us."
We got up and headed to last room farthest away from everything else.
"Ok, Liberty. I want you to lie down on the chair and I'll be back in a couple minutes ready to do an ultrasound all right?"
I nodded and climbed up onto the chair as my doctor left the room.
I looked around the room and noticed that it was very plain. I was expecting maybe a picture of a baby here and there, but all that was here was a plain, white wall. I looked at towards the door when I noticed my doctor come back in.
"Hi Liberty. I'm Dr. Thompson."
"Hi."
After asking me several question, we finally got to the ultrasound.
"There's the head, the foot, and the spinal cord...."
"Wow. That's my baby," I said to myself.
Dr. Thompson got quite and looked closely into the screen.
"Well, I never expected this," she said.
My father and I instantly looked at each other with concern.
"What?" my father asked.
"What's wrong with my baby? Is it all right?"
"Don't worry, they're healthy."
I nodded, "Oh thank god." Wait. What did she just say?
"Did you just say... 'they'?"
Dr. Thompson nodded. "Yes I did. Liberty, you're having twins."
A/N.. woah, never saw that one coming now did ya? I'm just full of surprises now aren't I? *smiles* hehe... Oh, and I'm sorry that I keep having, '1 week later' or '2 months later'. I just don't want to spend this whole time on the pregnancy of Liberty. I think in the next 2 chapters I will reveal the father. Emphasis on "think." We'll just have to wait and see where I decide to take things with this story.
"Hey dad? When is the appointment?" I asked, looking around for my sweatshirt. I had grown out of my other clothes, being as big as I was.
"At 2!" Dad yelled.
"What time is it now?"
I heard nothing but shuffling and then the slamming of a door.
"Uh, dad?" I asked. I went downstairs to an empty kitchen.
Dad came back into the kitchen out of breath.
"It's 1:50, come on! We have to get going or we're going to be late. I already have the van started."
I quickly put on my sweatshirt and followed my dad out the door.
We arrived at the clinic 10 minutes late.
"I'm sorry Libby. I wasn't watching the time," Dad said as he opened the door.
"It's ok. Don't worry about it."
I went and sat down in the waiting room while my dad went to check us in. He was back within 5 minutes.
"So, how are you doing?" Dad asked.
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
No you're not Liberty. Stop lying to yourself. I've been nothing but a wreck this past week. My feet swell, I can't fit into anything anymore, and to top it all off, I was scared as hell about this whole birthing process. According to Ms. Coleman, during pushing, a woman can rip her labia or could bleed to death. It's scares me to death; not the fact that I could do, but not to be able to see my child grow up.
"Liberty Van Zandt?"
My dad looked over at me, "That's us."
We got up and headed to last room farthest away from everything else.
"Ok, Liberty. I want you to lie down on the chair and I'll be back in a couple minutes ready to do an ultrasound all right?"
I nodded and climbed up onto the chair as my doctor left the room.
I looked around the room and noticed that it was very plain. I was expecting maybe a picture of a baby here and there, but all that was here was a plain, white wall. I looked at towards the door when I noticed my doctor come back in.
"Hi Liberty. I'm Dr. Thompson."
"Hi."
After asking me several question, we finally got to the ultrasound.
"There's the head, the foot, and the spinal cord...."
"Wow. That's my baby," I said to myself.
Dr. Thompson got quite and looked closely into the screen.
"Well, I never expected this," she said.
My father and I instantly looked at each other with concern.
"What?" my father asked.
"What's wrong with my baby? Is it all right?"
"Don't worry, they're healthy."
I nodded, "Oh thank god." Wait. What did she just say?
"Did you just say... 'they'?"
Dr. Thompson nodded. "Yes I did. Liberty, you're having twins."
A/N.. woah, never saw that one coming now did ya? I'm just full of surprises now aren't I? *smiles* hehe... Oh, and I'm sorry that I keep having, '1 week later' or '2 months later'. I just don't want to spend this whole time on the pregnancy of Liberty. I think in the next 2 chapters I will reveal the father. Emphasis on "think." We'll just have to wait and see where I decide to take things with this story.
