2 months later- Ruthie is now 5 months pregnant

Ruthie woke up, feeling rather nauseous for the first time in 2 months. She groaned and got out of bed, running to the bathroom. Martin woke up and sighed, hearing Ruthie in the bathroom. As he was about to get up and help her, she came back in bed.

"I look terrible. Ughh I don't feel well." She groaned, pulling the covers up around her neck. He kissed her cheek and smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry…I wish I could do this for you."

"It's ok. I just don't feel well."
"Morning sickness…again?"
"I hope."

Martin looked at her questioningly and picked up the phone, dialing Dr. Johnson's (made up the name for Ruthie's OBGYN) office.

"Hi. This is Martin Brewer, Ruthie's husband. She woke up this morning feeling sick...hold on a second." He put his hand over the phone. "Honey? What's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts, I feel nauseous, my head is killing me, and I'm extremely tired." She said. He told all of that to the doctor and then nodded. "Ok. We'll see you then." He hung up and sighed.

"She wants to see you in the office."
"Why is something wrong?"
"I don't know, and frankly, neither does she."
"Are the girls still in bed?"
"I'm assuming yes…I haven't heard them yet."

"I'll call my mom." Ruthie said, taking the phone and calling her parent's house.

"Hello?"
"Dad? It's me."
"Ruthie…how are you honey?"
"Not so great…is mom home?"
"No. why?"
"Well maybe you can help me then…Martin and I have to go to the doctor and we need someone to come watch the kids."
"Sure. I can do that. are you ok? the baby?"
"I don't know." She said quietly.
"I'll be there in two minutes." He said, and quickly hung up the phone.

"Dad's coming…I think he's really worried." She said, hanging up the phone. "Are you?"

"Honestly?"
She nodded. "Completely."
"Terrified." He said, getting out of bed and quickly putting on jeans and a t-shirt. She did the same, throwing her hair in a ponytail and they put on their flip flops. She grabbed her cell phone and they walked downstairs as her dad walked in the back door. He ran to Ruthie, taking her in his arms.

"Is the baby alright?"
"Dad…I don't know."

He kissed her cheek, and hugged Martin as well. "You guys get going."
"Thanks." Martin said. "The girls are still in bed."
"Ok. I'll see you later. Good luck." He said, and Martin and Ruthie walked outside and got in the car. The ride to the doctor's was totally silent.

"Honey…it'll be ok." Martin said comfortingly, putting a hand on her knee as she opened the door.

"I wish I could tell you the same thing." She said quietly. Martin got out of the car and held her tightly in his arms.

"Please tell me that the baby's ok…please. What if I miscarried?" She cried in his shoulder, pleading to him. He kissed her head, feeling totally hopeless and defeated. After standing there for a little bit, they walked in the office, and the doctor immediately took them back into an examining room. Ruthie sat in the chair, and Martin stood right beside her, holding her hand as the doctor came in the room.
"Please tell me that our baby's ok." Ruthie said worriedly.

"Could it be just morning sickness?" Martin asked.

"I don't think so…morning sickness usually ends after the first trimester…but there always is a slight chance that it could be. I need to do an ultrasound. I just sounds like the common flu, but the fact that your stomach is hurting so much is really worrying me." She said, putting the jelly on Ruthie's stomach.

"I still hear a heartbeat." She said gladly. Ruthie and Martin had a look of relief that swept over their faces.

"That's great." Martin said happily, hugging Ruthie.

"You still don't want to know the sex, correct?"
"Unless I'm having more than one, no."
"Well there's definitely only one baby in here. Anyways, I'm thinking that it is the flu." The doctor continued, turning off the ultrasound machine. "However, I would like you to stay on bed rest totally for the next month to get totally get better (idk if people really do this…but I'm doing it for purposes for the story). If you don't, you are seriously putting the baby at risk as well as yourself. You can get up only to go to the couch or bed to the bathroom and from couch to bed." She said as she wiped the cool jelly off of Ruthie's stomach.
"I'll do whatever it takes." Ruthie said, pulling her shirt down and shaking her doctor's hand.

"I'm going to give you some antibiotics...and I want to see you back every week for the next month."
"Ok. we can do that. we'll make appointments."
"Thank you Doctor Johnson." Martin said, shaking her hand as well.

"No problem guys. Thanks for calling. You really are great parents…you know that?" She asked happily.

"Thanks. We try." Ruthie said, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"See you next week." Dr. Johnson waved at them as they walked out of the office, hand in hand.

"I'm so glad you're ok." Martin said, hugging her.
"Me too…and the baby."
"Yes. The baby too." He said, putting his hands on her stomach.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Thanks for always being there."
"It's my job…until death, you're mine."

A/N- I know it's kinda short and I'm sorry! But I tried…I really did! Just so you guys know, this is the LAST chapter until july 12…I'm going to Nashville at the end of next week and until then, I'm crazy with meetings, bible school tomorrow, praise team practice, church all day Sunday…packing like CRAZY next week…sooo PLEASE leave me some nice reviews and maybe some suggestions to come home to. Thanks guys!

Renee