Wrapped Up in a Warm Hurricane
by: Liv-x-Case-Benson & dcmasters
Ch. 3: New and Old Decisions
After a successful weekend with Sasha, and the help of Lindsay, they were ready and on their way to Lindsay's appointment early Monday. They sat in the waiting room nervously, Catherine holding Lindsay's hand.
Sara wrapped an arm around her wife.
Catherine kissed Sara's cheek, leaning her head against the brunette. They called Lindsay through a few minutes later. "You want us with you?" she asked.
Lindsay nodded, trembling a bit. "Please?"
Catherine gave a reassuring smile as they followed her through, the doctor instructing Lindsay to lay on the bed. "This is going to be a little cold," she said, putting gel on Lindsay stomach as she began the scan.
Sara held on to Catherine, still limping a little.
Lindsay flinched at the coldness, holding to her mom.
Catherine pulled a chair out for Sara then moved to hold both their hands.
"You, Miss Willows, have one perfect looking baby," the doctor smiled.
Sara smiled. "How far along is she?"
"Hang on..." the doctor replied, "Measurements date the pregnancy to 9 weeks 3 days."
"So just over two months?" Sara said. "Hmm..."
"Is there a problem?" The doctor asked.
Sara shook her head. "No, I was just wondering."
The doctor nodded. "Lindsay, would you like to see the baby?"
Lindsay nodded. "Please."
The doctor turn the screen around to Lindsay with a smile. "Here's your baby..."
Lindsay smiled. "My baby..." She looked to her mom. "Mom..."
Catherine looked down at her. "Yes, honey?"
She bit her lip, crossing her arms protectively over her stomach.
"You want to keep the baby?" Catherine asked.
Lindsay nodded. "I want to. Can I get a regular doctor?"
Catherine nodded, kissing her forehead. "You can have whatever you need. Does this mean you're staying?"
Lindsay nodded. "If you'll have me."
"Always," Catherine smiled.
Sara leaned in closer. "If you changed majors to...that, you'll probably be in her class, so you should probably tell her before the school does," she whispered in Lindsay's ear.
Lindsay shook her head. "Not yet. I need to see if I can first and even then I shouldn't be. I don't take her subjects."
"But if she teaches on the subject..."
*I'll think about it. She's getting old, doesn't need too many shocks in one week," Lindsay smirked.
Sara sighed. "Careful. That's my wife you're talking about."
"Alright, Nan," Lindsay smirked again as Catherine returned from her discussion with the doctor. "We're going to leave you two for a little while so you can have some tests, ok honey?"
Lindsay nodded. "Okay, you'll be outside, right?"
"Yeah. If you want us just ask the doctor."
Sara kissed Lindsay's cheek, walking out with an arm around her wife.
When they made it out, Catherine took her deep breath, leaning into the brunette.
"Are you ok?"
"It just hadn't really sunk in until now."
Sara sat beside her in a chair, holding her close.
"She's further on than she thought."
"Why does that matter?"
"She was just so sure she got pregnant at a party when she had unprotected sex, that's all."
"But she could've been off by a few days..."
"And she was off. Maybe the party happened earlier than she remembered," Sara said.
Catherine nodded. "Are you ok about all of this? Lindsay moving back and us helping?"
Sara smiled. "Of course I am. I love her too."
"Thank you for being so wonderful."
The brunette kissed her wife's cheek.
"I'm trying not to be the parent that freaks out."
"But sometimes it's ok to freak out," Sara said.
"I'm just worried about her."
"Abiut what? Specifically."
"How she'll cope, before and after. She's still doing her course. I just don't want the pressure to get to her."
Sara nodded. "Well, she wouldn't have to take all the courses right now like she is."
"That's true. I love you, Sara."
Sara kissed her gently. "She could just cut down."
Catherine nodded. "I.. I was pregnant, when Lindsay was fourteen..."
"And...something went wrong?"
Catherine nodded. "I've been so worried about today all weekend."
"Why?"
"I didn't want Lindsay to go through what I did."
"Can you tell me more about it?"
Catherine sighed softly. "The baby was anencephaplic. It means part of the brain is missing and part of the head and skull don't form."
Sara held her tightly. "Baby, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Catherine replied, pausing, "I worked through the... abortion... I probably should have taken time off."
"You can talk to me about it anytime, ok?"
"I know," Catherine smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
Sara hugged her close. "I hope we get to make up for being interrupted sometime," she whispered.
"You read my mind."
Sara smirked.
"I promise," Catherine whispered by Sara's ear, placing a soft kiss against her neck.
Sara moaned softly.
Catherine smiled, burying her head.
Sara hugged her tightly. "Everything will be fine."
"Shh, I just got comfy," Catherine replied.
Sara nodded, kissing her head and adjusting Catherine so she was leaning against her.
Catherine relaxed against her, nearly asleep as Lindsay walked from the room.
Sara smiled. "Everything ok?"
"Yes. Though I still hate blood tests."
"I don't blame you," Sara said, kissing Catherine."Time to go home."
Catherine nodded, standing slowly, supporting her wife, as she took Lindsay's hand. "Hungry?"
"Starving!" Lindsay said.
"What do you fancy?"
"Breakfast?"
Catherine nodded. "Let's go."
"We going out?" Sara asked.
Catherine nodded. "I don't want this one fainting on me."
"Which one?" Sara asked.
"Either of you," Catherine smiled.
"Do you want to cook?" Lindsay asked.
"I can if you like. You want some french toast, Sara?"
"Sure, why not?" she said.
Catherine hurried about cooking breakfast when she got in, allowing Lindsay some time to think as she sat in the living room.
Sara grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, giving her wife a quick kiss, before joining the young woman on the couch.
"You want to rest your foot on me?" Lindsay offered.
Sara shrugged, resting her foot in Lindsay's lap, pack on top. "You'll have an advantage with your baby, Linds. You can help us take care of Sasha. Get a real feel of what it's like. The most irritating is being woken up in the middle of the night, but, at the same time, it's so great to be needed. At first... Not saying they won't need you, but you'll be tired."
"I heard her wake most of the weekend. I'm just thankful you and Mom have been so understanding."
"Why wouldn't we be?"
"I thought Mom might freak out and disown me."
Sara sighed. "Well, I understand that line of thinking."
"Mom's definitely ok with this, right?"
"She's...getting used to it. It's still a bit of a shock, but she does want you here. She's missed you."
Lindsay nodded. "I sent an email to my tutor about swapping locations."
"Have you heard anything yet?"
"Not yet. I can't see why it would be a problem though. Especially with the facilities and course options here."
Sara nodded. "True, though you may need an extra course or two to catch up."
"I'm sure you can help me."
"And your mom."
Lindsay nodded. "I think I'm going to hold off telling her until I know I'm in one of her classes."
"Good plan," Sara said.
"Besides, she's got time off with Sasha, so she won't be in for a while."
"That's true," Sara mused.