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Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 43
BPOV
"Isabella Swan."
I follow the nurse to the back of the clinic where she begins to take my vitals.
I toe off my flats and step with care onto the small metal plate that has become my enemy.
"One hundred and f-..."
"Stop!" I interrupt her. "I don't want to know," I add more softly.
She nods her head stiffly and just about throws me the small little cup with no instructions.
What if I didn't know what to do?
Lucky for her I do, or else I might just have let my hormones take over.
I never thought it would be so hard to pee in a cup, I mean, I am seated and the stream is right there, but damn it all to hell when the pee still catches my hand and the outside of the cup.
After fighting with the lid and washing the outside of the cup and my hands, I place it inside the little window that connects to the nurses station.
I can hear the nurse grumbling about pregnant women being hormonaly bitchy and that we are fat because we eat too much and blame it on the baby.
I get so mad that I contemplate leaving the cup lid unscrewed so that when she picks it up, the pee will fall.
But then that would backfire because I certainly don't have to pee anymore.
It is then that I remember the chocolate in my bag from my lunch with Mesme.
I cut a small piece with my nail and rub that small piece in between my fingers until it begins to melt.
I rub that small portion to the side of the cup.
My work is priceless.
As I round my way to the nurses station I make sure to rub my stomach as if uncomfortable.
"Shouldn't have eaten that burrito," I complain loud enough to be heard.
I wait inside the small exam room for the nurse to come back to finish my blood pressure.
A different nurse comes in and greets me warmly.
Angela she says.
She also tells me that my little stunt sent nurse Vicky to the bathrooms to puke.
She also told me that I was her new friend.
I've never had someone come up to me and just say, "You're my new friend."
I am a closed-off person after all. Some would even say standoffish.
But there is something about this girl that had me smiling, regardless.
It wasn't long before Daddy C. walked in the room with Ed following behind him.
I greeted both of them with a kiss on the cheek that had Daddy C. smiling like always and Ed avoiding my gaze... again.
I ignore his behavior for the most part because it is hard to keep up with him sometimes, but lately with all the shopping he has been doing and avoiding my eyes, it has me believing that something is up.
I push away the nagging impulse to question him and decide to do it later... when we're alone.
I get settled and relax. Soon I hear the swoosh-swoosh sound of the baby's heart.
My stomach gets measured, the usual questions about my acid reflux get asked, and it is then that Daddy C. asks if we want to know the sex of the baby.
The idea of knowing what will be tearing its way out of me has me balking at the idea.
It makes it real, like really real.
Up until now I've been able to just disregard the movements as an alien inside of me, or possibly really bad indigestion.
Plus, with gender, comes the unavoidable game of "Let's talk about baby names."
"Yes!" exclaims, Ed.
I close my eyes at his antics.
A few more probes and a not-so-gentle push against the bulge and he halts.
"There!"
I open my eyes again and look at the screen where he's pointing.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
On the screen is not an alien.
On the black and white screen is the side view of a baby's head.
I can clearly see the shape of the nose, mouth, forehead, and the little black indentations of the eyes.
There is also a small little hand with little fingers to be seemingly trying to get inside the mouth.
It's a baby... right there... on that screen...
That baby... right there... is inside of me.
I am speechless.
A/N: Reviews are the same seeing a baby during a ultrasound... Oh you just better leave me some luv.