AN: So here is chapter 4.
Chapter 4
Carrie didn't think she had ever been so nervous or excited in her entire life, not even on her wedding day. She and Quinn were currently sat in the maternity section of their local hospital waiting for their first scan. Quinn was currently sat next to her leafing through some pamphlet whilst she looked around the waiting room, watching all the happy couples who were in various stages of pregnancy. She kept replaying the conversation that she had heard the other week. Did people really believe all that bullshit gossip about her? She loves Quinn more than she had ever loved anyone and she was certain that he felt the same. So why was she worrying about what some pathetic jealous bitches thought? She was snapped out of her daydream by Quinn placing a hand on her leg.
"Carrie Quinn." A voice called.
Carrie turned to look at the young woman and gave a small smile before grabbing Quinn's hand and standing up.
They followed the ultrasound technician into the exam room. Carrie began to feel even more excited at the fact that in a few minutes, she would see their baby for the first time.
"Hop up onto the bed and lift your shirt up please Mrs Quinn." The ultrasound technician said.
Carrie followed her instructions before clutching onto her husband's hand for dear life. She winced as the technician squirted the ultrasound gel onto her stomach. She watched the screen as the wand moved around her stomach. Suddenly the sound of a small heart beating filled the room, bringing tears to both parent's eyes. They looked at the screen, trying to catch a glimpse of their baby.
"I can't see anything." Carrie moaned.
The technician pointed to an area of the screen, "There is your baby."
"Wow." Quinn whispered, entranced by the image on the screen.
The ultrasound technician moved the wand around a bit more before placing it back onto the machine.
"I'll be back in just a second." She said before leaving the room.
Carrie's heart began to race; her breathing became erratic and shallow. What was wrong with their child? Quinn stood up and began stroking her hair, trying to get his wife to calm down before she had a full blown panic attack.
A few minutes later the ultrasound technician returned with a doctor. She placed the wand back onto Carrie's abdomen and stared intently at the screen.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asked, his tone laced with fear.
"Nothing's wrong Mr Quinn." The technician replied.
"Then why on earth did you bring a doctor in here?"
The technician looked at the doctor.
"It's seems that you and your wife are having twins Mr Quinn." The doctor replied with a smile, "Congratulations."
"T…twins?" Carrie echoed, "Are you sure?"
"Very." The doctor paused, "You will have to come in for more regular scans to check on the babies' progress but other than that, they both sound very healthy."
Carrie smiled at the news. The doctor handed her a tissue to wipe her stomach with. She wiped the gel away and readjusted her blouse.
"Do you have any questions?" The doctor asked.
"I have bi-polar disorder so I was wondering if there was anyway of staying on my medication as I don't feel entirely comfortable going off them." Carrie replied.
"I would recommend taking the minimum dosage and coming in for regular tests to make sure that the babies' levels of lithium are not too high but other than that I see no problem as to why you cannot stay on them." The doctor looked at the ultrasound technician before looking back at Carrie, "You will need to inform your psychiatrist of your pregnancy and have a discussion with them about any changes to your medication."
"I'll make an urgent appointment."
The technician handed Quinn two copies of the ultrasound scan photos along with various pregnancy pamphlets.
"Make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out for 3-4 weeks from now, if you have any queries just give me a ring." The doctor said and handed them a business card.
"Thank you." Carrie and Quinn said in unison, still in a daze over the news.
AN: There you go, chapter 4. It seems my muse is back for a while. More soon. R&R.
