Mitchie's POV
I squealed in shock and discomfort as Doctor Stevens squirted some unreasonably cold good onto my ever-growing stomach. In the past two weeks, since taking the initial pregnancy test in Alex's bathroom, my stomach had just kind of gone into overdrive and inflated like a bitch to the point where if I wasn't wearing a shirt I was obviously pregnant. I'd even had to start wearing baggy shirts to school because my tight ones actually made it clear that I was expecting.
"Is that cold?" Doctor Stevens giggled through her words as she set up the machine to begin my ultrasound.
"A little," I told her sarcastically, looking down at my stomach which was now coated in a translucent blue gel. To my left was Doctor Stevens, sitting next to the computer, holding the piece of equipment to begin my ultrasound in her hand, whilst to my right, was my mom and Alex, who insisted on holding my hand for 'moral support'.
The only appointment that Doctor Stevens had available at such short notice was nine AM on Monday morning, meaning that my mom had to organise with the principal for all three of us to take a few hours off from school. No doubt there were going to be questions about where we all were from students of my moms and friends of Alex's and mine that noticed the unusual absence.
"Doctor Stevens, why am I getting so fat?" I asked her, clearly deep in thought, not really realising how stupid the words sounded as soon as they fell from my lips so freely. The young, blonde doctor turned away from her computer slowly and smiled amusedly at me whilst I head Alex attempting to hide her quiet laughter.
"Well you're sixteen weeks pregnant, Mitchie," She reminded me in a slightly questioning tone, as if she really did believe that I was stupid enough to think that I wouldn't put on weight whilst pregnant.
"No, I didn't mean it like that," I began, trying to think of the right words for what I wanted to say. "I mean… Like, for the first fourteen weeks of pregnancy it was barely noticeable and now I'm having to wear loose shirts just to hide it. It just seems to be getting more noticeable now that I know." I explained, gesturing with my hands as I spoke before realising what I was doing and reconnecting my hand to Alex's, entwining our fingers together happily.
"Well there are a couple of reasons for that one, Mitchie… For one, you mentioned having issues with food before you found out, if you're eating properly now, which I would hope and assume you are, you're going to be gaining extra weight from that, the baby and your body readjusting to food combined. Also, once you've noticed you actually start to look for things like that and after around ten to twelve weeks of pregnancy women tend to start showing and then they pretty much balloon after that until the birth. You're naturally thin as well so you had a lot less weight to begin with so now that you're gaining weight it's more obvious." She told me with a soft smile as she placed the monitoring equipment on my stomach, bringing up a black and white picture on the screen that moved as she moved the piece of machinery.
"So how long do you think it will be before I can't hide it anymore?" I questioned again, terrifying thoughts of people at school finding out flooding my mind. How would I even explain that one? Like, everyone loved Alex… if people thought I cheated on her then I'd be hated and she'd have to constantly listen to people asking why we're still together.
"I'd give it another two or three weeks tops, you're quite far into your second trimester now, most women your size can be lucky to hide it until the end of their first." I watched the screen in fascination, only half listening to what Doctor Stevens was saying as I was transfixed by the small screen in front of me. I didn't want to miss a single second of seeing my baby.
As realisation sunk in and I actually managed to comprehend what she'd said I groaned in annoyance. "I have another month and three weeks at school, there's no way I'm going to be able to hide it until then?" I asked her hopefully.
"I'm afraid not. You're very tiny still, compared to a lot of the women that I have in here that actually started out your size, you're still small. You're lucky in that one; I doubt you'll be fortunate enough to stay this tiny. If I'm honest with you, you should really consider your options with school. Would it be possible for you to be pulled out if you really don't want people to know?" She asked, turning to my mom with her eyebrows raised. She stopped moving around at the bottom of my stomach to concentrate on what she was saying, so therefore she left the screen on a blurry image of nothingness.
"Absolutely not, finals are in a few weeks and I've worked my entire life for these, we're going to college together in September and there's just no way that I want to risk anything." I stepped in, not giving my mom the chance to answer. I looked to Alex, who was still holding my hand comfortingly, and smiled at her softly. She'd been in a sort of trance the entire time that we'd been here and she'd barely spoken two words to anyone.
"I don't think you're going to college in September, Mitchie… that's when you're due." She told me, quickly scanning the paperwork that she had in front of her to double check that her words were the truth. My face fell once her sentence was over with and from what I could see so did Alex's.
"What? I… I have to go to college… I can't be due to have the baby then!" I exclaimed in pure shock, feeling tears well in my eyes as my mom and Alex both watched with compassionate looks in their eyes. "When's… When am I due?" I asked her unsurely, squeezing Alex's hand for support.
"September fifth,"
"We move in to our dorm on August thirtieth. So, technically we could still go to college if we move in before her due date?" Alex piped up finally, voicing the opinion that had probably been racing around in her head since the moment Doctor Stevens mentioned about my due date and college colliding.
"Yes, but at almost forty weeks pregnant, Mitchie will be in no fit state to help with moving…" She began, only to be abruptly cut off by my girlfriend, making it impossible for the doctor to finish her statement.
"Well I wasn't exactly planning on letting her lift a finger anyway." Alex responded quickly, leaving no room for questioning of her words. Every time she got protective of me, especially since I found out I was pregnant, my heart fluttered a little in my chest. "I'll do all the lifting and moving, she can just supervise."
"College with a new born will be extremely difficult…"
"We know that." I told her quickly.
"We're not expecting it to be easy but we have to go to college. We both have scholarships which we've decided to take at NYU so we won't be far from home, so Mitchie won't have to change anything except from where she lives and you'll still be her regular doctor. We checked it out with the college and the woman we spoke to said it's fine for us to move in with a baby because it's special circumstances and as long as we're coping we won't have an issue with living in student accommodation with the baby, especially because there won't be a roommate to complain about the kid screaming in the middle of the night." Alex explained, clearly growing slightly agitated.
"Well, you two seem to have it all planned out, don't you?" Doctor Stevens asked before turning back to the computer screen. "Now let's take a look at how your little one is doing, shall we?" She asked rhetorically, knowing that was the only reason we were there anyway.
Soon, a familiar sound filled the room and I recognised it instantly as my baby's heartbeat. It was fast and even, something that the last time I was here Doctor Stevens had mentioned was a very good thing.
Almost straight after the screen in front of me was home to a view of my baby who lying on its side and making it kind of difficult to make out the shape of it properly.
As Doctor Stevens moved the image on the screen to point out little things, like the hands, feet and hair, I barely noticed anything that was going on. I was kind of blinded by adoring for the tiny baby on the screen.
"Would you like to know the sex?" She asked abruptly, snapping me out of my daze and causing my eyes to light up at the prospect of knowing.
"Yes!" I half-yelled, probably a little too excitedly.
See, Alex and I had a bet going on over the sex. The loser would buy dinner for us the day we found out. Whilst Alex had her own opinions about the matter, I was pretty certain that I was carrying a-
"Congratulations, you're having a little girl."
"Goddammit," Alex groaned in jested frustration at the revelation that she had lost our not-so-well-known bet. My mom and Doctor Stevens both looked at her in complete shock as she crossed her arms on the bed that I was lying on and rested her head on them. I couldn't help but laugh at her as I laughed out my own response before I could even stop myself.
"Yes, in your face, bitch!" Before I'd even realised it the final word slipped from my lips, causing my mom to look at me with disappointment etched into her features.
"Michelle Torres, language! I will not tell you again, you've been slipping up a lot lately." She warned me sternly, glaring at me through watery eyes. Seeing her granddaughter on screen for the first time ever was probably almost as much of an emotional event for her as it was for me.
I relaxed in the bed slightly and sighed in content as I looked up at my little girl once again, trying desperately to decipher any potential similarities between her and him but it was basically impossible through the somewhat distorted image in front of me.
Alex eventually lifted her head from her arms for long enough to actually take in the image on the screen and as soon as she did, I could see the look of awe in her eyes. It sounds really corny and false but she literally looked like she'd forgotten how to breathe for a moment. I was pretty certain that the wind was knocked out of her, much like it was for me as the both of us looked at our daughter together, for the first time.
"That's our little girl," Alex breathed out in a total trance. She looked to be almost in disbelief, which I was struggling to understand considering that she actually accepted my pregnancy way before I'd even considered it but I brushed it off because she was probably just having a realisation episode or an epiphany or some weird shit at actually seeing it in front of her.
"It is…" I whispered, barely any louder than Alex had.
"Would you like a picture?"
"Yes, please…" I trailed off, not really realising what I was agreeing to as I stared at the baby that was growing inside of me. "Oh, can I have three please?" I asked hopefully when I'd reconsidered what I'd agreed to.
"Of course, I'll be back in a short while with them; it'll give you ladies a minute." Doctor Stevens agreed instantly with a kind smile as she stood from her seat after sending some information through on her computer, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
I quickly turned to my mom who was sitting there crying freely. I gently placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed it lightly to silently ask what was wrong.
"Sorry, Mitch, it's just… It's so real now. I mean… You're my baby… and that's your baby." She told me through her silent tears as I wiped her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
"Don't cry, mom. We have to go to school after this." I reminded her with my eyebrows raised. I felt myself tearing up again but I refused to let them fall, mainly because I'd cried enough because of him and although these would have been happy tears, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, had he have known. Another reason for not crying was that I simply had so much mascara on that it was actually painful to cry and I didn't want to go to school looking like someone out of the Adams Family.
Before leaving, Doctor Stevens handed me my photos whilst my mom paid, then she ordered that I be back there every couple of weeks for the next couple of months just to monitor the progress of the baby. Apparently because of my age and my former eating habits my baby was more at risk and needed to be monitored much more closely than most others.
We arrived at school at break, just in time to not sneak off for a cigarette. Instead of heading down to the smokers' tree, Alex and I went into my mom's classroom, one because the smoke wouldn't have been great for me to be around with the baby and the fact that I was trying to quit, and two because I had a small announcement for my mom and Alex both.
"Okay, guys, so… I've been thinking for the past couple of weeks since… this… and… I want to ask Bethan to be the godmother, if you two are okay with that. I mean, she's the only other girl here that I can really talk to and I know that if we tell her she won't judge me or tell anyone even if we don't tell her how this happened. I just wanted your opinion on it but that's why I got the third photo." I announced after my mom had closed her classroom door. The sound of the kids outside in the corridor was leaking through the small gap in the door and they sounded a lot louder than usual thanks to the slight headache that I was getting. Thankfully, I hadn't been suffering from morning sickness so my headache was my only problem.
"I think that Beth would really love that, I can't think of anyone better. She'd be like 'Cool Auntie Beth', you know, the one it can go to for advice but that won't let it go off the rails, you know?" Alex mused aloud, earning a giggle from my mom and I in response.
"Uh… She, Alex, not it." My mom corrected her.
"Right, she,"
"Anyway, Mitch, ask whoever you want to be godparents, it's really not my decision but thank you for asking for my input before you do things. I think Beth will be a great godmother, she seemed really nice at your party and when I covered one of her lessons before." My mom told me with a soft smile as I pulled one of the photos from my purse and handed it to her, returning her smile.
"This one's for all of us, our first photo of your first granddaughter and our first daughter… I figured that it could maybe go in the living room after I've made some more copies," I continued to smile ever-so-slightly as my mom began tearing up at the photo I had just handed to her. I watched as she tentatively placed it in the top drawer of her desk before turning the small, brass key and locking it away, most likely so none of the kids she was teaching could see it and take note of the name in the top left hand corner.
"Thanks, Mitch."
Just as a comfortable silence took over the classroom the warning bell sounded, signalling that Alex and I had to get to PE. "Crap, I have to speak to Ms. Sutton about being excused." I realised with a groan.
"Mitchie for the love of Jesus, I will not tell you again, watch your language!"
"Whatever, mom, see you later. Love you." I told her, quickly trying to leave before she started to scold me for my 'bad language,' I mean, seriously? Crap? Get a grip, mother.
"Love you too, honey. Tell Ms. Sutton that if she has any problems she can come and see me… and show her your photo if she seems sceptical!" She called from the opposite side of the classroom as I opened the door to let Alex and I out, effectively allowing a bunch of students to flood in through the threshold into my mom's awaiting room.
"Mitchie, Alex, just in time! Wouldn't want to have to mark you late." Ms. Sutton greeted us as she noticed us approaching. Girls were sauntering into the changing room, filtering through the door in pairs or sometimes threes if the width of the door would allow it. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on in there and get changed!" She asked with an eyebrow raised, her usual cheery tone becoming slightly irritating. Damn hormones.
"Actually, I needed a word, please," I whispered, suddenly nervous again.
"Shall we go to the office?" She offered kindly, clearly sensing that I wasn't playing around or humoring her. Usually in her lessons, Alex and I would joke around with her and make the class laugh. I could understand why Alex said from the beginning that, aside from my mom, she was the only teacher that she respected. However, this time, she knew there was something wrong. "What's up?" She asked kindly, taking a seat in her comfortable looking chair and spinning it around to face us. "Alex, what are you still doing here? Mitchie needs to talk; she doesn't need you to hold her hand." She said semi-jokingly to Alex who just stayed firmly rooted to her spot.
"It involves her too," I quickly stepped in, not wanting Alex to get sent away and have to leave me to deal with this embarrassing admission on my own. "I uh… I need to be excused from PE… for the rest of the year. I can't do it any more, it's not fair and it's not safe." I told her, inwardly praying that that would be enough but honestly I knew that it wouldn't be. A girl could dream though.
"O-kay…" Ms. Sutton trailed off, clearly leaving her sentence hanging for me to fill the void, which I was in no rush to do. "Mitchie, I'm going to need more than that from you if you're asking for something like that. I can't just give you that permission; I'll need a valid reason."
"Okay, just promise not to freak out, okay?" I asked her, discreetly slipping my hand into my purse and feeling around in the side pocket for the scan photo, knowing that it was in there to prevent it from getting ruined. Ms. Sutton nodded her head and I pulled the photo out, turning it to face the ground when I handed it to her. She looked at me with a look of pure confusion because to her knowledge she was only holding a black piece of paper and I rolled my eyes at her occasional oblivious moments. "Turn it over," I instructed, trying to bite back a laugh.
I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see her probably disgusted expression when she realised what she was holding. I heard an incredibly shocked gasp that seemed to echo throughout the room and I couldn't help but cock my head up slightly to see her expression.
Her mouth was hanging open as she stared blankly at the grey-and-white photograph in front of her. "Mitchie…" She breathed out gently, finally looking up from the picture and allowing her eyes to connect with mine. "Is this yours?" She asked in total disbelief; there was probably a little sympathy for Alex and possibly me mixed in there as well. "I thought you… forgive me for assuming, Mitchie, but I thought you were a lesbian… You and Alex are… well, you've always got your tongues down each other's throats…" She trailed off, probably unsure of what to say exactly.
"I am and we are still together… I… this is the really difficult part… It…" I stammered out, looking to Alex with desperation evident, clearly passing on the message that I couldn't manage to find the words this time.
"I'm sorry, Mitch, I'm going to have to put it bluntly…" She apologised before actually doing it, making sure to get my consent first. I nodded quickly to reassure her that it was okay and that I just wanted her to do it already. She nodded back in agreement. "Mitchie was raped… we're not allowed to go into detail about exactly what happened nor who it was but the bottom line is,she was raped and now we're dealing with the consequences of that cunt's actions. You know, as if my girlfriend being traumatised wasn't enough, as if her waking up literally screaming every night for weeks wasn't enough, as if Mitch having to sleep in Sonny's bed every night that I'm not there because she's so terrified of sleeping alone wasn't enough, as if the fact that we haven't done anything aside from kissing for months wasn't enough, he had to go and get her fucking pregnant to really ice that little delicacy of a cake he whipped up." Alex exploded, finally letting out what I'd kind of thought all along.
The baby and I were just a burden on her.
Unfortunately, guys, I think this will be my last story when it's over. My delena heart has finally died out and after literally five years of writing fanfics about them, I just can't any more. Idk. I may continue 'Leaver's night' and I'm in the process of forcing myself to write a one shot but after that I doubt there will be much more from me. Just out of curiosity, who would like to see Leaver's night continued?
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