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A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I was on vacation, visiting family in Indiana.
Lacerations?
Adam's POV
We waited in silence for the next few hours until Dr. Smith finally came out. I walked up to her, waiting for the news. "How is Julie?"
"Julie is out of surgery and in the recovery room." Dr. Smith answered.
"And?" I asked impatiently.
"She is in stable condition and you will be able to see her soon." Dr. Smith avoided eye contact with me.
"Wait, what are you hiding from me?" I asked.
"We were able to remove Julie's cysts sucessfully," She started.
"But?" I asked.
"Julie has expierneced some lacerations." She told me quietly.
"So Julie won't be able to get pregnant." I stated.
"That is a big possibility, but there is still that small chance. Once Julie is released, I will set you guys up an appointment with me and we can talk about the possibility of using fertility drugs." Dr. Smith told me as she walked away.
"Well?" Charlie asked as I turned back towards the ducks.
"Julie had lacerations." I stated.
"So you guys can't have children on your own?" Connie asked.
"It's not likely," I sighed. "How in the world am I supposed to be able to tell Julie. She will be crushed. And worse, I'll have to tell her that we'll have to try the fertility drugs and that means more needles."
"Needles?" Ken asked.
"Don't ask." I told him, as I shook my head.
A few minutes later a nurse came and brough me to Julie's room. I kissed the top of her forhead and her eyes fluttered open. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"I just got cut open. How do you think I'm feeling?" She faintly smiled at me.
"You're right, stupid question." I grabbed her hand and held it in my own. "Are you in a lot of pain?"
"Some."
"Do you need me to get the nurse to bring you something?" I asked concerned.
"No Adam, I'll be fine. I want to be awake to talk to you. If they give me a pain shot, it will knock me out."
That's kind of the idea. If you are asleep, I don't have to tell you that you probably aren't gonna be a mama. "Yeah, probably."
"Have you talked to the doctor?" Julie asked the question I dreaded the most.
"Yeah, I talked to her while you were in the recovery room." I answered, hoping she would drop the question right then.
No such luck. "Well, what did she say? I haven't seen her yet."
"They successfully removed your cysts." I answered honestly, trying to avoid eye contact. As long as she doesn't catch me, I'll be fine.
"Is that all?"
"Of course."
"Then why won't you look me in the eyes?" Damn it.
I took a deep breath. "Jules, Dr. Smith says that you developed lacerations."
I looked at Julie and her face instantly fell. "Are you sure you heard her right? Are you sure she didn't say there were no lacerations and you just misheard?"
"I'm sure." I answered, squeezing her hand tight. I saw a tear roll down Julie's cheeck and I used my free hand to wipe it away.
"Hey, everything will be okay Jules." I tried to comfort her as best I could. "I mean, there is still a chance that we can get pregnant. Some doctor isn't going to detrmine God's will. If we are meant to be blessed with a child, then we will be, no matter what the statistics say."
"I guess, but what if God's will is that I can't get pregnant?"
"Then we could explore other options." I smiled at her. "There are thousands of children who could use a good home."
"It's not the same." Julie sniffled.
"Sure it is." I told her. "Even if our biology doesn't match up, he or she would still be our child and we would love him or her unconditionally. That's what this whole things is about. Love. We don't need genetics to have a child to love."
"I know." Julie answered. "I was just really looking forward to being pregnant."
"Well, I don't know from expierence, but I heard that it can be miserable." I told her. "You throw up all the time, you crave weird things, you can't see your feet, and your always tired."
"Sounds more like Goldberg after a night of drinking." Julie smiled.
"Oh and speaking of Goldberg, guess who is waiting to see you." I told her.
Julie held her hands in the air up to her shoulders. "Goldberg?" she guessed.
"Yeah, along with the rest of the Ducks."
"You didn't tell them, did you?"
"All I told them was that you were having surgery and they wanted to be there for you." I lied. As long as the Ducks didn't tell her any different, then I was in the clear.
The knock on the door interupted me from my thoughts. Charlie stuck his head in the door. "Mind if we come in?"
"Not at all." Julie answered as the ducks entered with balloons, flowers, and teddy bears.
"Feeling better?" Connie asked.
"I am now." Julie smiled.
"Did I hear my name while go?" Goldberg asked, as e kissed Julie on the cheek and handed her a small box of chocolates.
"Don't worry about it." Julie told him. "It was nothing."
"So what's the deal with this surgery Jules, we couldn't get the cake eater to tell us anything?" Jesse asked Julie, and I smiled.
"Well, I have PCOS." Julie answered.
"What's that?"
"Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It is a health problem that can affect a woman's menstrual cycle, fertility, hormones, insulin production, heart, blood vessels, and appearance. My PCOS caused me to have cysts that I had to have removed caused me to have a surgery known as Ovarian wedge resection. In the procedure, a portion of the ovary is removed and then sewn back together. This procedure is effective in decreasing LH and androen production, both of which is very important when considering fertility." Julie quickly explained. The Ducks stared at her blankly. "What? I memorized the pamphet."
"And in English all that means?" Luis asked.
"It means that Adam and I couldn't have kids unless the cysts were removed."
"But you can now?" Russ asked.
"I don't know. I developed some type of lacerations that could limit my chances of getting pregnant."
"I'm sorry guys." Fulton patted my back sympathicaly, before changing the subject to hockey. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God the Duck didn't tell her that I had already told them about the surgery.
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