Chapter Thirty-One
Grace
"Mom, dad?" I gasped.
"Grace?" My mother cried, "What are you-" My mother didn't finish. Sam got up out of his chair and my dad stepped towards him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well I was wondering the same about you." My dad said staring at Sam.
"Fine, fine I will tell you," I said, "Sam and I are engaged-"
"That doesn't answer why you are here."
"I'm getting to that, hold on." My mother started tapping her foot. "I am pregnant," I said closing my eyes. I heard a pounding noise, and my eyes flew open. My dad was pinning Sam to the wall. Cole walked out of the curtain next to us.
"What is going on?" Cole yelled.
"Dad, stop it was my idea," I yelled.
"Do you know what you did?" My mother yelled.
"Mom," I gasped, "What do you mean are you saying having me was a mistake?"
"No Grace, well at first you wouldn't shut up, just cry, cry, cry. Then you got older and we worked so we never really cared about what would happen. Well I don't mean it, like it sounds. Just didn't you want to spend time with Sam and not deal with distractions?" My mother pleaded.
"So you're saying that a baby is a distraction?" Sam asked, while catching his breath.
"No but if you two are really serious I thought you would want time together, like without kids." My father said.
"We live with him, I think we can handle a baby." I said shrugging, and pointing to Cole.
"Grace honey, I'm really sorry but we don't want to miss the birth of our only grandchild." My mother said.
"Only?"
"Well I don't know maybe one will suite you two."
"Sure mom." The doctor walked in and asked Cole to come over. They both walked behind the curtain and then Cole and Isabel walked out.
"It's a girl," Isabel said hold her little bump.
"I would get up and hug you but I got told to stay still," I said looking at the doctor. The doctor turned around and started talking to my parents about painting. "Wait so that's why you were here?"
"Yes Grace, we were asked to paint the whole inside of the building." My dad said.
"I have to do Grace's ultrasound now, so whoever isn't going to stay is going to have to leave." The doctor said getting the machine on the program she needed.
"Grace may we stay?" My mother asked. I tilted me gaze to Sam and he gestured them to sit down. The doctor brought up a chair for Sam to sit right next to me. He held my hand. The doctor rolled my shirt up a little and but blue gel on my stomach. I shuttered and the doctor apologized. I took about ten minutes just to find my baby. It was so nervous and so was Sam.
"There it is," The doctor said pointing to the screen. Sam gasped, and squeezed my hand tighter. I tried to pull my hand free but he had such a tight grip on it.
"Sam?" I whispered.
"Oh, sorry Grace." He said loosening his hand.
"And there is the head, and the finger, and the feet." The doctor pointed out. "Will you want pictures?" I don't think she even had to ask. She printed out pictures for my parents and pictures for Sam and I. The doctor asked if she could talk to my parents outside about the painting. Cole and Isabel said that they were going for a walk while we finished up.