Chapter 35:
Five Months Later...
"Ana what the fuck are you doing?" I look up at an angry looking Christian.
"What?" I say, irritated that he made me pause Pretty Woman.
"Why are you eating Cheetos? You know you shouldn't be eating fatty foods." I roll my eyes at him knowing he can't see me. "And you shouldn't be balancing that bowl on your stomach. It could hurt tiny." I smile at our name for him but then I shake my head.
"First of all, tiny wanted Cheetos so it's not my fault and second of all, it's a bowl of light puffed up peanut shaped orange things not bricks. So calm your fine ass down and come and watch a film about a pretty prostitute that finds love." He raises his eyebrows then laughs.
"Pregnancy has made you weird." I cross my eyes and stick out my tongue and he laughs again, joining me on the sofa. I put the Cheetos aside and he strokes my swollen stomach lightly. We sit in silence for a while until I speak up.
"Did you know that "Go hang a salami." backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog."?" Christian shifts and looks at me.
"Where would you ever need to use one of those sentences?" I shrug and lean back into him.
"Not sure, but I find it to be a very interesting conversation piece." He chuckles.
"With who?" I hang my head low.
"The baby." He lets out a loud laugh and throws his head back. "Shut up!" I hit him with the nearest available pillow but it misses and he dodged it, standing up and running around to the back of the sofa. "That's not fair! You can't outrun a pregnant woman! Disqualification!"
"I object!" He shouts, in a crappy English accent. I giggle and he walks towards me, he gets on his knees and kisses my stomach. "My baby." He says, closing his eyes and tuning his hand up and down. Suddenly I feel a kick and Christian jumps back. "Holy shit. He kicked me in the head." We both laugh and I put my hand over where he kicked. I feel wetness between my legs and reach down, under my skirt. I pull my fingers up and see blood.
"Christian?" He looks panicked and stands up immediately. We look at each other for a beat before he holds me and walks me carefully towards the elevator door. I start breathing heavily. "What's happening Christian? What's wrong with the baby?" He shakes his head.
"I don't know, we're going to the hospital, I'm sure tiny will be fine. Just stay calm." I breathe heavily trying to calm myself down and we get in the elevator. The ride to the hospital is silent but Christian clings onto my hand, drawing circles with his thumb. When we get there we see a nurse immediately and they give me an ultrasound.
"It seems as though you have partial previa." I look at Christian and he is just as confused as I am.
"What's that?" The nurse turns to us.
"It means your placenta is over half of the cervix and below the baby instead of above. As your uterus expands over the next three months it should be shifted so come delivery time the placenta should be where it's supposed to be. I'll schedule an ultrasound at the beginning of your third trimester to see if the placenta is where it should be but if you experience any further bleeding you should come back and another ultrasound will be done to see what the problem is." We both nod and Christian tightens his grip on my hand.
"So the baby is ok?" The nurse smiles.
"Your baby boy is in a stable and healthy condition, don't worry." Christian and I gasp.
"It's a boy?" The nurse's face falls.
"Oh dear, I apologise I'm so sorry. I didn't think-" Suddenly Grace runs in and straight to Christian and I.
"Is everything ok? What's wrong?" The nurse tells her and Grace sighs in relief. "How are you feeling?"
"Well relieved obviously but I'm still a bit shaky." Grace rolls her eyes.
"I was talking to Ana, Christian." I giggle and suddenly become delighted that we're having a boy.
"I'm amazing! We're having a boy!" Grace screams. Literally screams, and hugs me, then Christian.
"Oh brilliant! Do we have a name for little tiny?" We both shake our heads. The nurse apologises again and then I'm discharged and we make our back to Escala. Christians runs is a bath and we lie with each other, as Christian traces light circles with his fingers around my belly button.
"What shall we call him?" He says, while I dose off with my head against his chest.
"I don't know, do you have any ideas?" He sighs and moves further into the bath.
"I would like to name him something meaningful, like after my father or grandfather." I nod and put my hands on his, entwining our fingers so that we're both holding my stomach.
"What's your grandfathers name again?"
"Theodore." I smile.
"Theodore. Theo. Teddy." I gasp at Teddy, because as soon as I say it the baby kicks. We both laugh.
"I guess it's Teddy then." I grin up at Christian and he kisses me.
"Hey Teddy." I say to my bump, Christian moves our hands up and down, in a soothing motion and soon I fall asleep.
A/N - Hi guys! So just a heads up there are only two more chapters left of this story. I've loved writing it and I hope you guys enjoyed it :) it won't be long until the next update.
Sophie x