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Chapter 11 (Katie)
Its been three months since the wedding and everything. Dad is still recovering. The doctors said he's lucky to be alive, he had a massive heart attack. It's so scary to think about someone as healthy as my dad having a heart attack, but the doctor said he;s been pushing himself too hard over the years and it is almost definately stress related. So my mum has insisted that the gym stays shut for a while much to dad's protests.
I don't even want to think about what it would have been like if we'd lost him. Cook has been my rock these past few months, dad's been pretty weak and i hate seeing him like this.
atleast things are starting to get back to normal. Well as normal as things can be, I'm walking round with a belly thats getting increasingly bigger every day, I'm married to a man that a year ago i have to admit ujsed to make me feel physically sick. The only thing thats normal is Ems moping around because Naomi is back up in Manchester.
"Babe you ready to go" I smile at Cook as he pokes his head round the door. Were going for a scan today and today is the day we can find out if the baby's a boy or a girl "Taxi's outside"
"yeah i'm ready" he holds his hand out for me and we walk down the stairs and out to the taxi, i throw a quick goodbye over my shoulder to my mum, dad and James.
"uh Katie Cook, here to see Dr. Michaels" The receptionist behind the counter looked me up and down with what can only be described as a look of pure disgust and rudeness.
"Fill these out, take a seat over there and wait to be called" stupid bitch.
I sit down next to cook and give him the forms.
"gotta fill these out" weirdely there is a pen right next to me on the magazine table. I give it to him and we both start filling out the forms together. I take a quick look around as i see a lot of pregnant women who keep giving me glancing looks. We are easily the youngest here and its obvious they are all appauled but i couldn't give a flying fuck what they think, fucking wankers.
"Katie Cook" a nurse walks out of a small room and calls my name. I pull Cook up and we walk into the room to see a smiling Dr Michaels waiting for us.
"Hello Katie, how are you feeling today?" I pull myself up onto the bed and take off my Jacket
"feeling pretty good actually, the morning sickness has pretty much died down now but this one is kicking me like a football day and night"
"well thats to be expected, and how about Dad" Cook looks up at the word Dad, something he's finding it ncredibly hard to get used to
"yeah im good"
"excellent well then lets take a look at your baby shall we" i pull my top up a little bit and flinch as she puts that god awful gel on my stomach. Its fucking freezing
I turn my head to look at the screen and listen for that brilliant sound of my babies heartbeat.
"Ok" she turned the screen round so we could see it properly and i feel my breath hitch in my throat "there is your baby"
I can feel tears automatically welling up in my eyes the second i see that beating heart and i can't believe how much its grown. Before it was just a little blob on a monitor and now i can make out almost everything, its head, its little arms and hands, its feet. Its so beautiful. Ok we need to find out the sex so i can stop calling my baby it. I turn to look at Cook as my tears start to fall and although he would never let his fall i can see them in his eyes, he brings our joined hands up to his mouth and kisses my hand.
"Are we interested in finding out the sex of the baby?"
"Yes" we both say it together and then laugh at out urgency
" ok then, if we move this down here" she pulls the scanner thing across my stomach and I can't help but feel a little bit nervous as we wait to find out.
"Ok you are having a....................."
Ok Very Very Very short chapter i know but the eventual outcome of this chapter will not be revealed until later on in other chapters so you get to choose. Will Katie and Cook be having a boy or a girl? Put your answer in reviews sayign boy or girl AND a reason why it should be a boy/girl.
