For the next three days, I did not feel good whatsoever. I could barely keep any food down. I had to resort to eating chicken noodle soup. I couldn't even enjoy the holidays with Dave and Dean. They brought me my food to my room.
"Here you go, Mommy," Dave said. "I hope you feel better. I drew you a sun." He handed me a white piece of paper with a picture of a bright yellow sun he drew.
"Thank you," I said.
"How're you feeling?" Dean asked.
"I think I need to go to the doctors. I'm feeling strange," I said.
"Alright. Eat first then I'll help you get dressed. I'll make a doctor's appointment," Dean said.
I called my mother to babysit Dave. Dave didn't like going to the doctors at all.
"Be good for grandma, okay? Dean and I will be back shortly," I told Dave.
"Okay, Mommy. Bye Dean!" Dave said giving Dean a hug.
"Be good," Dean said.
"I will."
The drive to the hospital was not fun at all. I felt like I was going to throw up the entire time. Dean kept looking over at me with concern. He was also trying oh so desperately to keep his eyes on the road.
"Desiree, you okay? We're almost there, try to hang on," Dean said. He sped up a little to get to the hospital faster.
Luckily, once I got in I didn't have to wait long for the doctor to call me in. She made me pee inside a cup to take examine it and determine what was wrong with me.
The doctor came back in the room. Dean shifted in his seat a little, grasping my hand tighter.
"Well, Ms. Langston, good news! You are not sick," the doctor said.
I wasn't sick. That was great to hear. But once I actually heard the doctor say I wasn't sick, I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say.
"Well, that's good to hear, but what's going on with me?"
The doctor smiled and said, "You're pregnant."
I put my hand over my mouth. I was indeed going to have another baby. I turned to look at Dean who was shocked.
"Dean?"
Dean collapsed onto the floor.
It took me and the doctor ten minutes to wake Dean up.
"Dean! Dean!" I said, slightly shaking him.
He finally came to.
"Huh? Where am I? Someone has my belt," he said.
"No, Dean. We are at the hospital," I said,
"The hospital?" He looked around the room, at the doctor, then at me. "What for?"
"Remember? I haven't been feeling good for the past couple of days and you brought me here to get checked out. We're going to be parents, Dean."
"P-p-parents?" Dean said, bewildered.
"Yes, Dean, parents," I said with a smile.
"Boy or a girl?"
"I don't know."
"O-okay. Call your mom. Tell her...to...pick us up...I can't even."
He fainted.
Me and my mom finally got Dean home. We helped him to the couch.
"Mommy, why is Dean sleeping?" my son asked me.
"He's just tired is all," I said. "Hey, guess what?"
"Yes, mommy?"
"You're going to have either a brother or sister," I said.
"Weeeeeee! Boy or girl? If I have a brother, we can wrestle. If I have a sister, I'll wrestle her too!" Dave said.
I laughed. "You'll have to wait and see, little one."
I checked on Dean to see how he was doing. He was stirring. After an hour of sitting next to him, watching him sleep, he finally woke up again.
"Hello there, sunshine," I said.
"Where am I?" Dean asked, sitting up.
"Home."
"How did I get here?"
"Magic carpet ride."
He turned and looked at me.
"I'm going to get you some water," I said, getting up.
Dean grabbed ahold of my wrist.
"No. Relax. I can go get it," Dean said, standing up.
"You're still shocked I'm pregnant, huh?"
"I wasn't shocked. I was just...shocked."
I laughed and followed him into the kitchen. Dean pulled out a bottle of water and joined me at the kitchen table.
"Now I'm worried," Dean said after taking a sip from his bottle. "About you."
"Dean, there's no need to worry. My parents are here, and I have some cousins who live nearby, too. I'm in good hands," I said.
"I know, but," Dean said, taking my hands into his and looking me in the eyes. "I want to be here with you."
"I know you do. But you're working hard for me, Dave, the baby, and yourself," I reassured him.
"What about your brother?" Dean said. "He might just flip the hell out when he learns your pregnant."
"He'll get over it," I said.
"Alright," Dean said. "What's for dinner?"
I lightly punched Dean in the arm.
"I'm only kidding, babe," he said.