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Chapter 9
First Doctor's appointment
Tobias' POV
I close the door softly behind Tris, I turn around slowly leaning my back against the door. Letting the air in and out of my lungs, relieved by the turn of events that just went on today. It went a lot easier than I anticipated, that's for sure.
Although Chris seemed too eager with the situation, I was pleased that she wasn't giving Tris a hard time about the pregnancy and the custody conversation.
We agreed that I or Christina would accompany Tris to any important Doctor visits, such as sonograms. Anything pertaining to the baby I will or "my wife" will be there, seeing that we are supposed to be a team in this. Tris was right to think I would be a we in this. We, meaning Chris and I. I don't want to trouble her with my marital problems, not yet. This is my problem to deal with. I want things to be set before moving forward and involving her or the baby.
Baby. I'm going to be a dad.
A smile creeps up on my face, after everything I thought I lost the chance of being a dad. I swore to myself that when I saved my sperm that if I would get the chance… I would be everything my father wasn't. A father that is supportive, loving, honest, funny, but firm when I need to be. I didn't let myself think of this yesterday when we found out the news. I didn't want to pressure Tris into having the baby, not for me… But I knew I wanted this more than anything. And now I can let this sink in, I'm going to be a Dad.
"You look… Happy." Christina says, slowly approaching me like I'm a wild animal.
"Yeah, I guess I am." I agree, unable to wipe the stupid smile from my face even if I tried.
"It's a blessing." She says her voice is so calm it sends shivers down my spine. I look up to see Chris calm, satisfied and content with all that just transpired here. "This baby… Your child. She or he will be everything to us." She continues, "God, I can't wait to know if it's a boy or a girl… So we can start to decorate the nursery." She steps closer towards me, plucking my hands from my side, she holds them between us. "Please say I can be there for the appointments, it's very important to me that I'm involved as much as possible. I don't just want to be a stepmother… I need to form a bond with the baby too." She explains.
Her attitude places me on high alert. What is she up to? Just yesterday she couldn't stand the site of Tris and now she wants what… Total access to her and the baby. I want to be defensive and protect Tris and the baby at all costs. But then I remember… When I first froze my sperm, I left a document to do what they wished at the time of my death if there were any samples of sperm left behind. My beneficiary is my legal wife, Christina. Could she have any claims on the baby because of that paper, it did give her a hundred percent access to them.
I make a mental note to call a lawyer first thing in the morning, that alone could be a deal breaker. If it turns out that Chris indeed has rights to the baby, I would have no choice but to stay with her. I can't take the chance of her having any rights over the baby. Although I don't think Chris would harm a soul, especially a baby, I can't take any chances.
Tris' POV
"Listen up. All weapons have been loaded with paint bullets. Every gun is color coordinated to the gun. Good luck!" Max says with his hands behind his back. He watches with pride as he steps behind the large glass wall as Will, Uriah, Peter, Marlene and I all collect our gun of choice.
We wait for the horn to go off. We all scatter off. Once every six months we are tested physically, mentally, plus our senses are also tested. Making sure that we are indeed in the best shape for the job.
I hold my gun with two hands out before my body. Remembering my time in training, I remind myself to breathe in and out. My body is tense and alert, leaning against a wall. I side step through what is set up to be an abandoned run down house. My body never leaves the wall, I don't want anyone to be able to sneak up behind me.I keep my ears strained to hear the noises all around me.
I hear a foot crash against something, alerting me that someone is indeed getting closer to me. I hold my gun up, my finger on the trigger. I take a deep breath before pushing off of the wall and turn around the corner. Without so much of another thought, I take another breath, hold and pull the trigger. I feel the gun backfire, as the bullet hits Will's head. My arm drops, a prideful smile flashes on my face. But the smile doesn't last long.
My eyes instantly fill with tears as I see Will fall backwards towards the ground. He has a bloody forehead, with a deep hole where my bullet hit him. His eyes are open wide, his chest unmoving. My heart breaks, as I move forward towards him.
"Will! Will!" I cry out, as I kneel down beside him. My hand cradles the side of his face, turning his head towards me. I scream out, as the pool of blood grows larger and larger around me, drowning me.
"You killed him." I hear Christina cry. But I don't see anything other than Will's dead eyes.
"You are responsible." Another voice charms in.
"How could you?"
The accusations and questions continue on, as I try to scream out. "I didn't mean to." But no one will listen, no one will help.
I woke up with a start. My body dripping in sweat, I'm breathless as I sit up in the dark. It's been two years since the accident. Two years and the nightmares come every night. My hand falls on my flat stomach, rubbing where my baby should be.
"It's okay little one. We're okay." I say, silently promising that I will do everything I can to protect it.
I pace myself down the hall to the infirmary. I check the time once more. Ten minutes early, not bad. I told Four about my prenatal appointment this morning, stressing to him that it's nothing other than an embarrassing examination and a urine test, followed by a long conversation of questions and answers. Or so the nurse told me on the phone. I did however want to give him the opportunity to be here if he wanted to. Although obviously it's not necessary. I'm more than capable of doing this on my own.
I admit I was surprised at Christina's reaction to the news, her calm and overwhelming happy demeanor almost gave me whiplash. But I can't help but think that there is something forming in that brain of hers. The thought scares me.
I walk in the double doors to the busy waiting room. I check in with the receptionist letting her know I'm here to see the OBGYN, Doctor Ortiz. She tells me to take a seat, the doctor will see me soon.
I turn, having to search for a seat when my eyes spot her. Christina sitting, smiling and waving at me. Her bag occupying the seat beside her, she waves me over. Her other hand clutching a book. I'm reluctant to do so, wishing it was Four here and not Christina. But I guess I need to stop thinking about them as individuals and more like a team when it comes to Four.
"I hope it's alright… I told Four I wanted to be here." She explains.
"Of course." I get out, hiding my disdain for her. I take the seat beside her as she moves her bag making room for me. I glanced at the book in her hand, surprised once again when I read the title… "What to expect when you're expecting." There is a woman on the cover of the book with her swollen stomach and a big smile on her face as she sits in a rocking chair with what looks like the start of a nursery around her. My eyebrows crease together, confused on why she would be reading that. After all, I'm the one that is pregnant.
"Just a little light reading. You know, wanting to be prepared for what's to come." She explains, flashing the book at me. Under normal circumstances I would understand why she would have that book. Knowing why Christina would want to read it and be prepared… Under normal circumstances that is. But she isn't pregnant.
"That's smart of you." I forced out. Trying to be positive.
"Tris." The nurse calls, Christina and I both jump up and head towards the door that separates the waiting room from the clinic rooms. The nurse walks us towards the last door on the right. She asks me to put my bag down and follow her down the hall to check my vitals and weight and urine. Christina follows our every step, taking notes of my blood pressure and weight in her own little notebook. I fight the urge to kick her out, or at the very least slap her.
When we finally get back to the room, the nurse directs me to take my clothes off and place a thin paper gown on with the open side in the front. She tells me to sit on the medical table with another paper-thin cloth to cover my legs. I glance at Chris wondering if she will be supervising me changing. Thankfully, she excuses herself from the room for a moment.
I take a deep breath and begin to remove my shirt and then my pants. I just about sit down on the table, covering myself with the paper cloth blanket when the door opens with no warning. Christina pops her head in, smiling as she lets herself in.
"Okay. So I was thinking… how cool would it be for us to have a gender reveal party!" She squeals. I find myself for a second time fighting the urge to assault her.
"Yeah. Maybe," I say, not wanting to turn her down, but not wanting to give in to her. I tune her out as she goes off with her ideas. Words like cupcakes and colors sneak into my mind as she rants.
Luckily before long there is a knock on the door. Unlike Christina, the door opens slowly, before Doctor Ortiz appears and closes the door behind him.
"Hello, ladies." He says, smiling widely. He takes his rightful seat, as he pulls his gloves on. "So, I see we have come to a decision." He continues, "Glad to see that you are all coming to terms with this. So let's get started…. Tris, today we are going to perform a pelvic exam and a breast examination. We are also going to hear the baby's heartbeat and go over some good pregnancy information… Okay. How does that sound?"
Suddenly my irritation switches towards the Doctor who sounds more like he is talking to a toddler than a legal adult. I want nothing more than to pick up the medical device beside me and bash his head in.
"Sounds good." Chris says for me, when I fail to answer, forcing my mood swing to shift right back to her. I picture myself with a cast iron skillet in my hand, just banging away at her head.
"Alright then, lay back and relax. Get those feet in the stirrups." The doctor instructs me, I do exactly what he asks. Laying back, I try to relax, staring at the ceiling as I feel his every finger work around me. Christina, floating around excitedly. I swear she is asking for that damn skillet.
After the exam the Doctor gives me a few minutes to change back into my clothes. Taking Chris with him, I'm relieved to have the five minutes to myself. I try to do some basic breathing exercises, trying to calm my ever-raging hormones.
I sit down on the uncomfortable chair, versus the medical table. When the Doctor and Chris come back in, I'm nearly cringing when she sits right beside me once again. She smiled at the Doctor waiting for him to take his seat and continue on.
The Doctor begins listing things that I should and shouldn't do throughout my pregnancy. What to expect in not only my first trimester, but the next nine months. I'm grateful for the information and the papers that list the same information that he says to me.
"Oh, can I get a copy of all of that too, please? So I know what she should and shouldn't have or do?" Christina asks, gesturing towards the folder that is filed with papers for me. I can't help but glance at Christina, suddenly feeling more like a human incubator than a pregnant human with my own child. I wonder if this is a glimpse of the months to come.
A/N
What are your thoughts about Christina? Do you think Tris will let her take over her pregnancy? Do you think it's a boy or a girl?
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Revised by: FDFobsessed
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