Megan smiled, while keeping a light tone. "We'll see what you think when that sinks in." Pressing her long fingers to his forehead--she stood before taking a few steps in the direction of the sliding entrance doors to the hospital. He stood cautiously and took the few steps to be by her side as she looped her hand around his.
It took him a few minutes. His expression was deep in thought as they walked into the building. The steel doors opened momentarily and then closed before the thought was answered with a slight raise of head. Although he didn't answer his thought until after they had stepped out on the fifth floor, she was the first one to give her thoughts as they stepped out into the boundaries of light blue walls and white tile floors and doors in between.
They stopped by the first door on the right. "You know you don't have to go in." He looked almost uneasy as he studied her own expression. The last time she had been in the hospital was after she was kidnapped, and the last time she had stepped into the hospital was when she had been visiting Colby. She took in a considerate look, letting her body lean against the wall. "This connection--" Exhaling, Megan took in another deep breath, her chest rising then falling shortly. "It has a lot to do with the nature of the being inside. And you are not only afraid of the connection dying--but also losing the person that it has helped you be."
He stayed silent momentarily. "I could never imagine in a million years looking up at those stars and not seeing you reflecting light brighter than any of them." His voice was sincere--almost in a whisper.
She looked out the window out at the light blue sky and smiled gracefully. "You know that's one of the nicest things I've heard in such a long time. Being in the office has the definite perks, but I feel like we've lost perspective on the friendship side of things and the only thing left is work."
"Not all is lost." Larry pointed out, shoving his hands into his pocket. "Soon enough we'll all have to come to a full circle because a circle can never fully be one unless it is completed." His hand grasped the handle and genty ushered her into the room, letting the door close behind them.
They entered the room, and he saw what she meant about being ready. Who was he kidding? He wasn't ready to be a father. A few kids ran around the play area of the waiting room, chatting animatedly with each other, while their parents sat nearby. In the majority of the room chairs were filled with mothers--some watching their children while reading a magazine on the side.
Swiping a magazine off the top of the pile Larry took a seat while Megan checked in at the front desk. A few minutes later she came back and sat down beside him, with a clipboard in her hand. He barely moved as he watched two children crouch down and each grasp a doll figure in their small little hands.
Peering down at the clipboard,then back up, Megan gazed over at Larry. She couldn't help smiling as he had his elbows perched on his legs with his chin in the palm of his hand. The magazine that he picked up just a few minutes was sitting beside him, and it took him a few seconds as he gazed over at her as she started filling out the papers on the clipboard.
"I can't believe that it has almost been a year since I've been here last." Megan pointed out, tapping the end of the pen on the clipboard. Larry stayed silent. His eyes drifted back towards the mother and her two kids. The nurse stood at the door, looking on cheerily as the two kids quickly joined at their mother's side. It was clear that everything now was sinking in, being put into recognition.
In fact it was for her too.
And the fact that one minute she didn't know where her life was taking her, or the value, it was like everything was being laid out in front of her. Like having a baby or being married to the person seemed to have taken its own sweet time, and never thought to be quite this possible to have--to suddenly be able to hold your husband's hand and have them stand right there beside you as you nuture and rock your child to sleep.
But now it was definitely possible.
"You know I am glad that you are here." Megan smiled happily as he laid his hand on top of hers. A door opened and a familiar voice called out to her.
"Megan"
"I am too." Megan told Larry with a wide grin, in a low enough voice that only he could hear what she was saying. With that she stood and followed Patricia Erickson through the door.
"So how are you?" Patricia asked in greeting as Megan followed her to the second room on the right. Her lengthy figure long, black shoulder length hair in spiraled curls.
"I am pretty good." Megan followed with no hesitation. "I didn't realize how good it was to sleep in my own bed."
Erica nodded in agreement as she washed her hands in the sink. "Your own bed does wonders after being away for so long. Let me tell you, when my husband and I get back from our yearly traveling, even though the kids are with us it still feels good to come home, put up our feet and relax."
"I never realized that you were married or had any kids." Megan sat down in a seat, pulling her purse into her lap. Patricia feigned a shocked look as she turned around, the palms of her hands grasping the counter.
"Five years, Brian and I have been married. We have a four-year-old son named Joshua and a six-month old daughter named Libby. Actually her name is Olivia but we figured Libby was a good nickname."
"Libby Erickson, has a good ring to it."
Patricia smiled and cast a look her way. "And you have seemingly snagged a handsome one, waiting just outside." Both laughed."Come on where'd you meet him?"
"I actually met him while I was working. He is a friend of my boss' brother." Megan was careful not to let the words 'former boss' slip through her words as she sat there. As much as she wanted to tell Don that her career in the bureau was over, something in her mind told her 'not yet'
Patricia's blue eyes sparkled as her lips formed an 'o' shape. "Megan has hit the jackpot."
"Remind me not to work you any harder in Krav Maga." Megan smiled teasingly, and leaned against the back of the chair.
"Speaking of Krav Maga, work seems to be kicking your butt. And you seem to be the talk of the YMCA."
Megan raised her eyebrow in regard to the first part of the statement. "I was sure they would give up about me teaching full time there or even the equivalent of teaching part time."
Patricia shook her head. "I still hear the talk from time to time. But I understand, the demands of work seem to get us more than others."
"It definitely catches up with you that's for sure." Megan agreed, feeling like the conversation was edging towards the question.
You mentioned experiencing tiredness and sickness the last time we talked. ,And with that tiredness can range in all different directions." Patricia began explaining as she pulled out her stool and sat down a few feet from Megan. "It could be all the stress catching up to you and your body is wearing down, or it could be something you don't think about or want to think about, such as cancer."
"And all are life changing experiences. What would you say if I thought that I may be pregnant?"
"I would tell you that it is definitely a great experience, and pregnancy could definitely be a factor in your tiredness." Scribbling something in her chart, Patricia then closed it and set it down on the exam table. "What I would like to do now is a simple blood test to determine if you are in fact pregnant. If you are I would then advise you to visit an obgyn as soon as possible to back you up with a full medical exam. If we find that you are not pregnant then I would like to determine what is causing all the symptoms you have been experiencing." Exhaling, Megan nodded mildly as Patricia studied the beginning of an uneasy look on her friend's face. " You really need to start letting the possibility sink in, Megan."
"You know I deal with cases every day, and no matter how bad they were. I always try to let them go." Megan offered, relaxing her arm as Patricia gathered the necessary needle, torniquet, and tube to take her blood. "I can't let this go."