"Are you nervous?" Jon asks. He'd laced his fingers with mine as we sat in the waiting room at the doctor's office. No doubt he was nervous. His knee had been bouncing the past ten minutes and his palm was sweaty in my hand.
"Not really." I shrug. "Just a doctor's appointment. Jon, pull yourself together." I chuckle, glancing up when the nurse called my name. "Come on." I say, pulling him along behind me.
"How are you feeling?" The nurse asks me. "My name is Jackie." She smiles.
"I'm feeling alright." I reply.
"No sickness yet?" She asks.
"Not yet." I answer.
"Let's get you on the scale quick." She murmurs, "Take off your shoes for me and hop on up here." She says, pointing to the weight scale. I groan and she grins at me as I step on the scale anyway. She writes a few things down and nods at me, "Alright just have a seat in here and the doctor will be with you shortly.
"Thank you." I smile.
"How much did you weight?" Jon asks.
"Too much." I grumble annoyed. He cocks an eyebrow at me, "I weight 168." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and grins, one of those big grins that show his dimples. Those make me the most weak, not much made my heart flutter like Jon's dimples.
"God why are you so handsome?" I chuckle, shaking my head.
"Mrs Shepard." The doctor mumbles, walking into the room. He had his nose in a clip board and hadn't actually looked up at me yet. "Can you tell me when you're missed period was?" He asks, and Jon shifts uncomfortably next to me.
"Like 2 months ago." I answer. "Probably more like 7 weeks." I say more specifically.
"Feel like peeing in a cup?" He asks. This guy... Hasn't even told me his name yet, and is already asking for a urine sample. I like this doctor, he had an odd sense of humor.
"Sure why not." I say back, taking the cup from him.
"Bathroom is right outside the door." He smiles. I come back a few minutes later and set the cup on the counter and Jon blanches, I only shake my head. "Thank you much." He murmurs, using a stick that looked like a pregnancy test and letting it sit in the cup. "So, sit down and let's chat."
"I am sitting." I tell him raising my eyebrows.
"If the time you give me is correct, which that test will tell me... You're looking at October 16th as a due date." He states, and cocks his head to the side as the test turns a blue color. "Yep, October 16th." He nods.
"October 16th..." Jon murmurs. The doctor looks at him, expecting more, but I knew Jon was mostly talking to himself. Trying to let everything sink in.
"So. Pregnancy... Kinda new to this whole thing." I tell the doctor, "Like what should I do, what should I not do?" I ask, trying to get a feel for it and making the doctor chuckle. "What's your name?" I ask suddenly.
"I'm Dr. Al." He answers. "Really it's pretty simple, the baby kind of basically cooks itself. I'm going to recommend you go pick up some prenatal vitamins. Before you walk out of here we'll get you scheduled for an ultrasound, make sure everything is looking good under the skin."
"Sounds easy enough." I shrug.
"Let me know if you start to get morning sickness, or sickness at all. I can give you something to maybe help." He suggests. "It might not hit you for another week or two, might not hit you at all." He adds.
"Awesome." I mutter.
"What about roller coasters and stuff? We went to universal the other day." Jon asks, and I roll my eyes.
"I wouldn't recommend it after 5 months. You've got a while to worry about anything like that yet, right now you're pretty much alright to go about your normal life." Dr. Al smiles. "So, prenatal. And make an appointment for an ultrasound at the front desk." He states.
**Later that day**
"Can we have sex like usual?" Jon asks, whispering in my ear. I nearly choke on my soda holding back my laugh. "What? Is that a stupid question?" He asks.
"Yes, and no." I reply, leaning over and kissing his dimple. I pull out my phone and read the message I'd just gotten.
"How'd the doc apt go?" Text from Joe.
"Good. Due date is Oct 16th. :)" Text to Joe.
"Exciting stuff! Jon didn't faint?" Text from Joe.
"Jerk. He's got no fuckin' faith in me." Jon mutters, shaking his head at the text message.
"Jon didn't faint. And he resents that message lol. "Text to Joe.
"Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to hear about the apt, see you tmw!" Text from Joe.
"What's tomorrow?" I ask Jon, furrowing my brow.
"Oh I forgot to talk to you about it..." He murmurs. "Colby and Joe have made a couple new friends in FCW and we all kind of agreed to going out for a group dinner." He states.
"Colby and Joe made friends, or you, Colby and Joe?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
"The guys are alright I guess." He shrugs, pretending like he didn't care. "Two of them are married and bringing their wives, maybe you'll like them." He adds a little more hopeful.
"Maybe..." I murmur.
"It'll be alright sweet pea." He assures me, pulling me against him on the couch. "Feel like doing anything tonight?" He asks.
Then it hit me. A roaring wave of nausea.
"I am going to be sick..." I groan, rolling off the couch and making a mad dash for the bathroom.
"Annabelle!" Jon calls after me, clearly worried. I slam the bathroom door shut and barely make it to the toilet before I heave my guts up. "Babe?" I hear him ask from the other side of the door. I couldn't answer, as I continued to heave. The door hand swivels and I feel my hair being pulled behind my neck and soothing hands on my back. "You alright sweet pea?" He asks after I'd calmed down a bit.
"That was horrible." I tell him, sitting back between his legs. He pushed the sweaty, stuck hair from my forehead. "I hope it's not like that the whole 9 months..." I grumble.
"Me either... I can't handle watching you puke like this everyday." He states, with wide eyes. "It's almost as bad as watching you cry." He adds.
"You're such a baby." I tease him, rolling my head back against his thigh.
"Annabelle?! Jon?!" We hear Kelly call from the front door.
"Bathroom!" Jon answers back. A few seconds later Kelly appears in the doorway, her eyes also growing wide as she looks at me questionably.
"I just threw up the contents of my stomach." I admit to her.
"Such is like life of pregnancy." She sighs. "On the bright side, I was just at the store and I picked you up a few things that should sit well in your stomach." She tells me, nodding towards the kitchen.
"Come on, up sweet pea." Jon encourages me, basically pulling me up to my feet by my waist. "Can I do somethin' for ya?" He asks when we walk into the kitchen.
"Here... This helped Becca when she was with her first baby." Kelly says softly, squeezing a lemon half into a glace of ice water and setting it in front of me. "Simple and light. If it doesn't help I bought ginger ale, sprite, I've heard gum helps so I bought some minty gum. I just grabbed anything I thought would help you out." She adds with a shrug.
"Thank you. Best friend ever you know that, right?" I chuckle, taking a sip of the water. I hated lemon water, but I'd give whatever I had to a shot if it meant I wouldn't get sick. "It's not bad." I tell her, taking another sip.
"Are you tired princess?" Jon asks, stroking the length of my arm. We'd been laying in bed all night watching a Walking Dead marathon and ever half hour I'd get a dry heave. So far we hadn't found anything to keep the nausea at bay.
"I hate that." I comment.
"What?" He asks.
"Princess." I mutter, glowering at him.
"Sweet pea." He grins, kissing my forehead.
"I'm tired." I nod. He lets out a rather audible yawn and switches off the TV, snuggling up against me and throwing the zebra fleece blanket over us. A few hours later I woke up and glanced at the clock, 1:24am. There was a dull buzz from the ceiling fan which was actually a soothing sound. "Jon?" I whisper, rubbing his stomach. "Jon..." I say a little bit louder, making him stir.
"Hmmm?" He groans, stretching his legs under the covers. "What's wrong? Is everything ok?" He asks opening an eye to look at me.
"Everything is fine." I assure him, leaning up and kissing his jaw line.
"What do need?" He questions, wrapping me up with both arms and throwing a leg over my hip.
"Will you make me some mac and cheese? With hot sauce?" I ask him. He grunts, followed by a scoff before pulling back to look at me. "Dead serious." I state, answering his silent question.
"You woke me up, for mac and cheese? In the middle of the night?" He grumbles, obviously not amused.
"Craving. I love you..." I say softly, sticking my bottom lip out a little.
"I"ll be back in a few minutes." He says, rolling his eyes and slipping out of bed. "Fucking weird cravings." He adds with a grumble as he left the room. True to his work about ten minutes later he comes back with a pot of hot mac and cheese. "I put in a few drops, not too much." He assures me, "And some ginger ale." He adds, setting down the glass on our nightstand.
"I see you brought two spoons." I smirk playfully at him, sitting up cross legged in bed.
"Because if I gotta drag my ass out of bed in the middle of the night to cook for you, I get to eat it too." He mutters, sitting down next to me. I let out a sigh of relief when the first bite touches my tongue, and smile when it hits my stomach.
"This is awesome." I compliment him.
"It's fuckin' macaroni." He states, raising his eye brows at me.
"It's the first thing I've smelt all night that hasn't made me raging sick." I say. "Thank you." I add, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I'm glad ya like it." He says, shoving a spoonful into his own mouth. "Are you planning on make this a ritual, because I'm not sure I approve." He smirks, knocking his head with mine.
"I don't know... I just woke up and thought... Mac and cheese." I shrug.
"Can we go back to bed now?" Jon asks when we'd polished off the remaining contents of the pot. I yawn, and nod as I snuggled back into the covers. My head rests on his chest and I tangle my legs between his own.
"I love you. Thank you." I murmur.
"I love you too sweet pea. Go back to sleep." He replies, running his fingers through my hair before his hand rested on my hip.
A/N: Cute, little peaceful chapter :)