X for X-ray
Dawn looked around the hospital's waiting room, slightly nervous of what was to come. Her husband, Paul, put a reassuring arm around her waist, pulling her into him.
"Don't worry about it," he said, kissing her cheek.
"I can't help that I'm nervous!" she exclaimed.
"There's no need to worry," he said, using her old catchphrase. "Most if your friends have been through this and they've survived."
"Yes, but all of my friends are strong people! I'm a weakling compared to them," she said, her eyes downcast.
"And I twice as strong as all of them. You'll be fine," he said, trying to comfort her. "You've broken a bone before right?"
"Yeah, I broke my wrist and I couldn't type on my Pokétch for a few weeks."
Paul groaned. "My point is, you'll manage and everything will be fine."
Dawn pouted. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to admit it. She was scared; this was much bigger than a broken wrist.
She huffed and rested against his body. "I still don't wan to have an x-ray."
Paul sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I keep telling you Troublesome, it's not an x-ray."
"Yes it is, what else could it be?" she said, determined to stick with her original idea.
"It's an ultrasound. You're going to get an ultrasound to see if the baby's okay," Paul explained, his right and rubbing soothing motions over the almost invisible, ever growing bump.
"Well, it's like an x-ray and it feels weird," she said.
"That I can agree with."
A few minutes alter, a doctor came out of the hall with a clip board, looking at it he said, "Dawn Shinji for an ultrasound, not an x-ray."
Dawn and Paul stood and followed the doctor down the halls. Dawn was blushing, while Paul smirked.
"You set that up, didn't you?" she asked.
"So what if I did."
Dawn whacked his arm, as they got into the room, He really needed to remember her mood swings.