A/N: Alright, let's get the interactions going...
* prepares the chapters *
Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.
Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 32
BPOV
"Hello, I'm Dr. Carmen Sylva and I'll be performing your ultrasound."
Ultrasound?
For what?
Why am I feeling so fucking dazed?
Oh, no! Is the morning sickness returning?
"Would you like to take a seat next to mommy?"
What the fuck is she on?
She looks at the chart and then back at us.
"You are Mr. and Mrs. Swan, correct? Here for your four month check-up? Dr. Cullen said to do your ultrasound while he finishes his call..." Her voice trails off.
Fuck! The ultrasound...the alien!
Right.
Where is my head?
"Uhm, yes. I'm Bella Swan and this is Edward Cullen... the baby's father," I murmur.
Should I tell her that it's my baby but not my baby?
Wouldn't that information be inside the chart already?
Before I can make up my mind or make a fool out of myself Ed clarifies the situation to Dr. Sylva.
And then it gets kind of worse.
It's awkward and silent as she lifts my feet on stirrups.
A huge long wand that shockingly resembles a thin vibrator is gelled thoroughly before it's shoved way inside my...
"Ow, ow, ow! It's cold," I complain.
Forget about being embarrassed with Ed next to me.
With a chill like this I can't think about anything besides the cold feeling inside of me.
A few shifts here and there... and then...
swoosh... swoosh...swoosh... swoosh...
The sound invades the quietness of the room.
On the screen is no longer a small bean or alien.
It's a small bubble head alien with a chord attached to it.
It's moving around bouncing in a little bubble of blackness.
"The baby is very active," comments Dr. Sylva.
The baby... good, just one.
I sigh relieved.
Ed's fingers on mine tighten when we're shown the head, body, spine, feet.
Little fingers move in an uncoordinated fashion while mine continue to grip harder.
"I can't tell the sex, yet. The baby's legs are blocking the view. We can check again during your next visit in two months."
Now there is admiration in her eyes because of my "sacrifice" as she calls it.
I don't feel I'm sacrificing anything.
Sure I'm giving them nine months of my body and the opportunity for them to be able to be parents.
But to see it as a sacrifice? No.
It's a gift I'm gladly giving.
Funny how a little bobble head alien can change my mind.
A/N: Reviews are the same as seeing your first ultrasound... Oh you just better leave me some luv.