AN: Thanks to IheartORANGE, xXLysXxNoodlesXx, XLoendLOLiver4evaX, princess cutie, loliverlover1227, and LoliverLova24 for reveiwing. All of the reviews had the same main concern. You can think what you want, but it's not over just yet. Here's a second part to your theory. The tear is in the next part, so this is just leading up to a major event. Don't hate me, it's just a story. This isn't really bad. Part three is a probably a little more on the "graphic" side, but it's pregnancy. You guys know the drill. R/R if you still like this, which I'm hoping you do.
Lilly awoke to the sound of pots and pans clanging downstairs in the kitchen. It was Sunday, which meant that Oliver was off of work. She usually made the two of them a big Sunday breakfast before going to church. This time, it was Oliver who was cooking.
Lilly climbed out of bed and started heading downstairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and maple syrup from the French toast lured her straight to Oliver.
"Mornin', sleepy." Oliver greeted, catching a glimpse of his wife out of the corner of his left eye.
"Morning." Lilly replied in mix of a grumble and a yawn. "What time is it?"
"Almost ten." Oliver told her, dipping a piece of bread in the egg mixture.
"But-but we're going to be late for church!" Lilly said, franticly. "Why didn't you wake me up!?"
"Relax. You needed the rest." Oliver replied. He continued to talk while finishing up preparing the food. "You were sound asleep when I woke up anyway. Besides, we can miss one mass."
"I guess so." Lilly said. "But why are you cooking?"
"I figured I'd give making you breakfast a shot." He said. "I was going to take it up to you in bed, but you came down."
"As if you don't do enough sweet things for me." Lilly said, kissing him. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Oliver replied. "I just hope I don't burn the house down in the process."
"Me too." Lilly laughed. "But I think you don't give yourself enough credit."
The food finished cooking and Oliver made Lilly a plate. He poured her coffee and set everything down in front of her at the kitchen table. Lilly smiled when he did so.
"How'd I do?" He asked, anxiously awaiting his wife's critique.
"It's the best French toast I ever had." Lilly replied after taking a bite.
"You don't have to lie to me, Lills." Oliver explained. "I'm a big boy. I can handle it."
"I'm not lying." Lilly said.
"Really? It's that good?" Oliver asked, tilting his head. "What makes it that way?"
"It's that good because you made it." Lilly said sweetly. "...And the whole not burning the house down thing is an added bonus."
"Smokin Oken would have a new meaning then." Oliver replied, making a plate of food for himself and sitting down across from Lilly.
The two ate in silence for most of the time. They both had different things on their minds. Oliver had a pretty good feeling about what was keeping Lilly quiet. He didn't want to bring it up, because it could cause a problem, but it started worrying Oliver more and more the longer they sat there.
"How..how do you feel today?" Oliver started the conversation off slyly.
"About the same as yesterday." Lilly answered.
"Nothing's changed?" He asked.
"No...what's going on, Oliver?" Lilly looked at her husband, confused.
"I just wanted to make sure you felt ok." Oliver defended. "After yesterdays talk you-"
"This is about the kicking thing?" Lilly asked and Oliver nodded. "I thought you said not to worry about it? That everything was fine?"
"Uh, well, yeah, of course!" Oliver didn't expect that kind of response. He could have sworn she was still worked up about it. Was it bothering him more now? "It's just...I just..."
"You're worried, aren't you?" Lilly was catching on to Oliver's emotions. Oliver didn't say anything for a few seconds, but he finally gave in.
"Well...not worried...c-concerned." He replied
"That's basically the same thing." Lilly told him.
"Oh yeah, uh, well, I'm not that then. I'm, uh...c-curious!" Oliver blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "Yeah, that's right! Curious!"
"Ok?" Lilly gave him a funny look. "Well, since you're 'curious', you can call the hospital and see if they can schedule an appointment for me then."
"I will." Oliver grabbed all of their dishes quickly and put it in the sink. "Right now."
"And you're worried about me getting stressed out? You're doing the dishes! What's up with that!?" Lilly said, watching as he actually did the dishes on his own free will.
"Just go relax. I'll take care of it." Oliver told her. He was speed cleaning in the process. Lilly just shrugged her shoulders and walked into the other room.
Once Oliver was done cleaning, he took the cordless phone from the kitchen and went to call Lilly's doctor. He didn't want to go into major details on the phone, but Oliver explained the general idea that he thought Lilly should have another check up before her due date got any closer. After about a five minute conversation, Oliver hung the phone back up and went to find Lilly.
"Good news." He announced once he found her watching TV. "The doctor said he'd be glad to see you to check things out...that is if you want to go."
"I do." Lilly said, shutting the TV off. "When did he say to come?"
"Anytime...but I was hoping today...now perhaps?" Oliver said.
"If you say so." Lilly got up from the couch. "You know, I wasn't worried at all after a good nights rest and everything, but now you've got me second guessing."
"I don't want to work you up." Oliver said. "I just want to make sure things are ok."
"I know you do. You're doing what any great husband and soon-to-be dad would do. "Lilly said. Oliver smiled after that remark.
"Go get dressed." He told her, and Lilly headed up stairs.
Oliver drove Lilly to the hospital. The ride was fairly pleasant, except for Oliver's random impulse of singing to a few songs he knew on the radio. Lilly sat and daydreamed out of the passenger side window, putting her hand to her stomach every once in a while to feel for any movement. She was disappointed every time. Oliver caught her doing that once and sighed quietly.
"I hate seeing her this way." Oliver thought to himself. Lilly had rested her hand on her stomach and kept it there towards the end of the drive. "I hate having her worried like this."
Oliver pulled into the parking lot. He got out of the car first then went to help Lilly. They held hands as the made their way inside.
"Wait here." Oliver instructed. Lilly took a seat on a chair in the corner of the waiting room as Oliver went up to the receptionist.
"Excuse me." Oliver said, politely. "My wife's here to see doctor Braeden."
"What's the name?" The receptionist asked, in a monotone sort of voice. She never actually looked at Oliver, because she was too busy on her computer.
"Oken. My wife's name is Lilly Oken." Oliver replied. He turned around briefly to see if Lilly was ok. She was just reading a magazine.
"Do have an appointment?" She asked in the same tone.
"I, uh, I called this morning." Oliver explained. "I was told it was ok to stop by."
"The doctor only takes scheduled appointments." The reception said. "If your wife wants to see him, she's going to have to schedule a date and time like everyone else."
"But I was told by doctor Braeden himself to bring my wife up to see him as soon as-"
"Mr. Oken?"
"Dr. Braeden!" Oliver was very relieved to see Lilly's doctor round the corner in to the waiting room. "A-are you too busy to see Lilly right now?"
"I just got done with my last appointment for a few hours." He said. "I have plenty of time."
"Lilly?" Oliver called. "The doctor's ready. Lets go."
Lilly put down the magazine and slowly got up. She and Oliver followed Dr. Braeden down the hall way to one of the maternity ward check rooms.
"So, Lilly." He began. "What brings you in today? Your husband didn't give me much information on the phone."
"Well," Lilly sat on the bed and took a breath before finishing her sentence. "Oliver and I are a little worried about the baby."
"Have you had any sharp pains?" Dr. Braeden asked. "You're due in a little over a month."
"No." Lilly replied.
"Has there been any significantly noticeable change since your last visit about a week ago?" He asked.
"There's...there's one thing." Lilly started. "I've been noticing that the baby hasn't done much kicking lately."
"How long has this gone on?" Oliver and Lilly felt like they were play twenty questions with the doctor, but knew he had to ask a lot of things so he could provide the best help possible.
"A few days." Lilly replied. "About three to four if you want to be a little more specific."
"Hmm." Dr. Braeden stood there, thinking. "I can't think of many reasons as to why that would be occurring this late in the third trimester...only two incidents, really."
"What would they be?" Oliver joined the conversation as he was still concerned.
"Oh, they're very rare conditions. I don't want to get you tense." He explained. "Though just to be sure and to clear both of your heads, I'm going to want to do a few tests, ok Lilly?"
"Ok." Lilly said.
"Anything to keep our minds off of this." Oliver replied.
"I'll need to draw a blood sample first, because the results will take longer than the other test." Hearing those words made Oliver a little uneasy. He was never fond of needles, and if there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was watching the drawing of blood.
"It's ok, Ollie. You'll be fine." Lilly comforted him. "They're jabbing me with the needle, not you."
"Lilly!" Oliver whispered. "Don't say it like that! That just makes it worse!"
"You're not a needle person, are you, Mr. Oken?" Dr. Braeden said with a laugh as he readied himself to take the sample.
"Uh...no..." Oliver said, looking around the room and kicking at the floor, nervously. "Not...really."
"The needle will only be out for a few seconds." The doctor explained. Oliver spotted it, cringed, and looked away as a sample of Lilly's blood was taken. "See? It's all done now."
"Oh good." Oliver said, breathing a sigh of relief. Lilly just gave him a funny look.
"Just let me run this down to a lab area." The doctor said. He went to leave the room when he spotted a passing nurse. Dr. Braeden caught her, and filled her in on the situation. Neither Oliver nor Lilly could understand what he was talking about. It sounded like some hospital code or doctor language that no untrained medical professional could comprehend.
"One last thing." Dr. Braeden announced once he returned back in the room. "I want to do one last test. It's sort of like a sonogram. It'll be able to let us know if there is something physical wrong."
"Do it." Oliver cut him off. He wanted everything that could be done.
"There's a downside, though. I'm not so sure I can do take this test without partly, if not fully, revealing the sex of the baby." Lilly looked up at Oliver and he started blankly back. "I know you two wanted to keep that concealed, and I will try my best...but this should be done, just to further confirm any conditions."
"Do what needs to be done." Oliver answered for both himself and his wife.
"Alright then. Lilly, I'm going to need to lay back now."
Dr. Braeden prepared for the sonogram. Lilly did everything she was told. Oliver stood to her left, looking down at her with a faint smile on his face. He was just as nervous as Lilly was, but he thought if he tried to act like he was feeling ok, Lilly would follow suit. It was difficult for both of them.
"I'm going to check the heart beat." Dr. Braedon said.
He searched around for a few seconds before finally finding the baby's heart beat. The device he used to do so was hooked up to a machine. It made a few beeps and the heat monitor screen lit up. There were special speakers which allowed everyone present to hear.
"This is...slower than it should be." Dr. Braeden gave a funny look when he said those words. "And just a tad bit...irregular..."
Irr-Irreg-Irregular?" Oliver thought his heart beat was off, too, after hearing that. He felt Lilly reach up and grab his arm. "Wha-What does that mean?"
"If you still don't want to know the sex, don't look." He said, ignoring Oliver's question. "But I need to see a full view of the fetus."
This only made Oliver panic more. Lilly clung tight as ever to his arm as the doctor toyed with the machine. Eventually, there was a full picture of their baby on the screen.
"This isn't good." Dr. Braedon spoke very softly. It would be hard for most people to hear, but Oliver happened to be look at his face. He saw his reaction and could read his lips. It was time for Oliver to hit panic mode.
"What?" He blurted out. His voice made Lilly jump back. "What is it?"
"The fetus started moving downward too soon." The doctor explained. "And it's tied up; caught in the umbilical chord. It can't move."
"What!? How did it- What's going to happen!?" Oliver screamed.
Dr. Braeden turned to face the now extremely worried Okens. "If the fetus isn't freed from umbilical chord very soon...there's a very good chance it will die..."
"D-D-D-D-" Lilly couldn't fathom or form the word 'die'. That was all it took for the tears to start forming in her eyes. Oliver felt the burn, but knew he shouldn't.
"Not now." He thought. "Be strong for Lilly."
Now I just want you guys to remember that I'm still up in the air with the final decsion. This tear could be extremly depressing...but it doesn't always have to be. Either way, the fifth tear reamins the same. I was out for most of the weekend, so this may be the last update is a little late. I promise you will know what really happens by early next week. Again, PLEASE don't hate me. I'm a writter. I have to keep things exciting. Your feedback has a shot at persuading me,so keep that in mind! Thanks again everyone.
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