Chapter Five:
They drove to the hospital the next day both feeling incredibly anxious. "Can I come in with you?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure, I can't see why not. It's not just me that I'm doing this for. It's for us. Besides, I really want you too anyway."
"We'll just wait and see then." As they turned a corner Quinn saw the woman whom she believed to be Shelby. She hadn't told Sam about Shelby and Beth being back in town. She didn't want to just in case it wasn't Shelby. Plus Quinn highly doubted Shelby would remember what Quinn looked like.
"Whatever happens or doesn't happen in the future, we've got Larry and we've got each other." Sam said as they entered the hospital. "Hi, I've got an appointment with Doctor Connelly at 13:00pm. It's for Quinn Evans." Quinn said approaching the receptionist.
"Take a seat please and I'll let her know that you've arrived." The receptionist replied. Quinn and Sam found two open seats and looked around the waiting room. Several of the seats were occupied by women who were either in the early stages of pregnancy or who were probably close to their due date. Quinn instinctively felt jealous. "It's ok" Sam said, taking her hand and noticing how tense Quinn's face had become.
"Mrs Evans?" The doctor announced.
"Yes?"
"We're ready for you, is this your partner? "
"My husband" Quinn confirmed. "Can he come in with me?" She continued.
"I think that'd be for the best." Quinn and Sam got to their feet and began to follow the doctor. Quinn felt Sam reach for her hand. He held it tightly. Quinn knew that this was Sam's way of saying they were in it together. "Take a seat." Doctor Connelly said, ushering them into the open chairs in her office. "I'm glad you could make it here as quickly as you have. Firstly, I don't want you to worry often little things we notice in test result are exactly that, little. We're going to have to be completely honest about anything and everything from now, ok?" She asked.
"Ok." They both replied.
"Your health records show that you're both in excellent health. How long have you been trying for another baby?"
"About four months, doctor." Sam replied.
"Right, can I just confirm how old you both are?"
"36. I'm a few months older than Sam." Quinn answered.
"You have how many children? One isn't it?"
"We have a son together but actually, this would be my third child." Quinn told her. "I had a baby when I was sixteen, but I had to put her up for adoption. You wanted us to be honest, right?"
"I did. Thank you Mrs Evans. When you conceived your son, how long would you say it took?"
"Gosh, not long at all, maybe two or three months?" Sam suggested.
"Mrs Evans, what about your first child, how long did it take to conceive?"
"It's Quinn by the way, you don't have to call me Mrs Evans all the time. When I tell you, you're going to think I was some slutty teenager."
"I can assure you that I won't." She replied, ignoring Quinn's name request.
"Well firstly, it was an accident. I was drunk and fell pregnant the first time I had sex." She told her, feeling herself going red. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." Sam told her, gripping her hand tighter. "He's right. We're here to see if there is something preventing the two of you having another baby, in order for us to do that we need to know all the facts.
So, generally, couples aged thirty five and over will often have a problem trying to conceive. Not all I hasten to add. The two of you are just past that age, so it may be nothing. Regardless I'd like to run a couple of tests on you Mrs Evans and get some samples from you Mr Evans. Now Mr Evans, if you go down the hall and to your right Doctor Farrell is waiting for you. Mrs Evans, I'll be conducting your tests." Doctor Connelly told them. Quinn and Sam absorbed everything they were told, scared of missing a single detail. "I'll see you soon, baby." Sam said kissing her lightly before leaving the office.
Doctor Connelly left Quinn alone while she made sure Sam had found the right office. 'Everything's going to be alright' Quinn kept telling herself.
"Mrs Evans? Are you ready?" Doctor Connelly asked as she re-entered the room. "We're going to be looking for your hormone levels from the blood you'll be providing. We'll be looking for estrogens and prolactin. Doctor Fawcett will analyse a sperm sample from your husband and look for count, appearance and movement. We'll analyse the results together and hopefully either give you the results potentially as early as tomorrow, Saturday or Monday. I wouldn't hope for that though, Mrs Evans. We don't want to rush and find six months down the line that you can't have children, after we'd told you that it is still possible."
"Right, yeah, ok..." Quinn said nodding in agreement.
"Just relax, Mrs Evans. It'll be over and done with as soon as possible. The more you tense, the harder and longer it'll take to get a decent blood sample I'm afraid." Doctor Connelly said reassuring her. Quinn tried her best to relax. "Sorry doc, I just really hate blood being drawn. You're actually lucky I'm still conscious." The time passed slowly as Quinn lay on the bed with her eyes closed feeling the blood leaving her body. She urged the time to quicken but instead it felt as if it was standing still. "There. You're done."
"Really?" Quinn said sounding shocked.
"Yeah, it doesn't take long, once you relax anyway. Your husband should be done too. Just go and wait for him in the waiting room. I'll be in touch soon, Mrs Evans."
"Thank you so much." Quinn replied. She looked at her watch it was 14:30. They'd be in there for over an hour and a half. Quinn thought it had been much longer. She walked through the hallway and into the waiting room. She spotted Sam reading a newspaper but he looked up when he heard the door open. He stood up and hugged her when she walked over to him. "How'd it go?" He asked.
"Fine, once she could get blood. I hate having my blood drawn! She did say that they may have our results as early as tomorrow, but we shouldn't count on it." She replied.
"Well we'll have everything crossed then. Let's go." He said taking her hand and leading her to the car park.
Sam opened the car door for Quinn when she got inside she breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so relieved that that's done. Now we just have to play the waiting game." Quinn said as Sam got in the car. "This will probably be the hardest part." Sam conceded.
"Let's try and not think about it. I know we say this often, but we really do need to stay focused on each other and on Larry."
"I agree. We've done what we need to do; now the doctors are doing their bit." Sam said. He started the ignition and drove them home.
"Night Larry." Quinn said as he set off up the stairs to bed that evening.
"Night Mum. Night Uncle Kurt." He yelled back.
"He's so sweet. You two are so lucky." Kurt said gushing.
"He uses it to his advantage, trust me." Sam replied. Kurt gave a hearty laugh.
"I'll be back in a minute I'll just go and tuck him in." Sam said rising from the couch.
"So in all honesty Quinn, how are you?" Kurt asked.
"I'm fine. Just anxious now, we both are. We're just sat waiting for the results."
"Did they give you a timescale of how long you could be waiting?"
"They could know by tomorrow. She said that it was a possibility but highly unlikely. If something ominous stands out in the results then, who knows?"
"What's this?" Sam asked as he re-entered the room.
"Kurt's just asking about today and when we could find out our results. Was Larry ok when you went up?"
"Yeah, he was already in bed when I got upstairs. I think he's tired from having too much energy!" Sam replied nodding. "Anyway, isn't Blaine home? What are you doing here? Shouldn't yo-"
"Not that we don't like having you over." Sam interrupted.
"Oh he is home. He's just really tired, I think he and Larry have the same over excitable energetic thing you know, but yeah, he's just really tired, his schedule is so draining. So I decided to come visit my best friends and give Blaine a bit of peace and quiet." Kurt said laughing. "We're both looking forward to Saturday though." He added.
"Larry is too. He thinks you're going to visit Blaine in New York."
"Ooooh! Nice lie!" Kurt grinned.
"We don't see it as a lie, more an evasion of the truth." Sam laughed.
They bid goodnight to Kurt a few hours later. "What a great guy." Sam said closing the door.
"He really is." Quinn said finally. "Make sure you have your phone handy at all times from now on."Quinn demanded softly.
"Don't you worry about that, it'll be glued to my side."
"The minute Doctor Connelly calls, I'll be dialling you on another phone."
"Best case scenario is that she calls at a time when we're both at home, right?"
"Oh yeah, but how likely is that going to happen?" Quinn mocked.
"Don't mock, it could happen!"
"Of course it could..." Quinn teased, kissing him.