Author's Notes: Thankies! I couldn't find any other adjective, so I just put baby-sized. Even though I don't think that's a real word. Lol.
This chapter is kind of...not so great as well. And it's super-duper short. I currently have quite a bit of writer's block and I didn't really know what to write. Sorry about that! Hope you like it!
The next Saturday, Scipio and Elaine were in the doctor's office awaiting Elaine's first ultrasound. Elaine was pretending to read some celebrity magazine or another while squeezing the life out of the stress ball she'd bought earlier in the week. Scipio was just sitting next to her, unsure of what to say or do: he was just as nervous as she was.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, a friendly-looking, round-faced young doctor by the name of Mariam Cooke called them in. Elaine put the magazine back on the end table she'd found it on and followed Dr. Cooke to her office, Scipio trailing after them.
"So, Elaine," said Dr. Cooke, smiling as Elaine sat down. "And Scipio. How have things been going?"
"Um," said Elaine, looking over at Scipio. "Pretty good, I guess. We just moved into a new house and we've been busy getting the furniture and stuff."
"Yeah," said Scipio. "We moved to London about a week ago. Everything's been okay so far."
"How do you feel, Elaine?" Dr. Cooke was shuffling through a nearby cabinet that she was sitting next to. "Morning sickness pretty bad?"
"Well, it could be worse. I mean, yeah, I throw up and stuff every day, but it's not completely terrible. I've been acting kind of crabby lately and sometimes I get over-emotional because of the stupidest things. And even though Scipio's with me and we have enough money and stuff, I'm kind of...well...scared, I guess you could say."
Dr. Cooke nodded. "That's perfectly normal. Having a baby, especially so young, takes a lot. It's a pretty scary thing. Being a parent comes with physical, emotional, and financial problems." She pulled out an orange sheet of paper and handed it to Elaine. "There's plenty of teen pregnancy support groups around here, Lamaze classes, things like that. You can find their locations on that sheet of paper."
Elaine nodded her thanks and handed the paper to Scipio. Dr. Cooke now had a clear jar of what seemed to be blue gel in her hand and was opening it up. "Now, I've got to warn you, this will feel a little cold," she said, lifting Elaine's shirt up slightly and putting the gel on her stomach. Elaine flinched as she felt the cool gel touch her skin, but didn't say anything about it. Next, Dr. Cooke took out her probe and moved it around Elaine's stomach. All three of them watched the screen, looking, looking...
"Ah! There it is," said Dr. Cooke, smiling and pointing to a tiny white spot on the screen. A warm, happy glow erupted in Elaine, seeing her future son or daughter there, even if he or she was just a little speck. She looked over at Scipio and saw that he was smiling; their eyes met and Scipio slid his hand over hers.
"Yep, everything's okay," Dr. Cooke said after a minute. "Any questions or concerns?"
"Umm...no," said Elaine after a moment. "Scipio?"
"No, not right now."
"Okay, well, if you ever have any questions, be sure to call me." Dr. Cooke handed Scipio a business card and smiled at the young couple. "Nice to meet you two!"
While Scipio was busy scheduling Elaine's next ultrasound, Elaine looked at the picture Dr. Cooke had printed out for her. It was of the baby, and as Elaine looked at the tiny speck of white, she felt excitement rush through her veins. She looked over at Scipio and knew, that as long as he was by her side, everything would be just fine.