The Player's Losing Hand - (Love Island the Game FanFiction)

Chapter 17: Hide & Seek

"Sometimes, the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart."

Winnie the Pooh -

Skye lay back on the exam table while her midwife took measurements and added it to her chart. Furrowing her brow, the midwife tilted her head deep in thought.

"What's up doc?" Henrik teased, pulling her attention away from the screen on her tablet.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes.... Sorry," she responded with a slight chuckle. "Good one... funny."

"Doesn't sound like it," Henrik replied. "Something on your mind?"

"No, no... it's just, hmmmm... I don't normally have inconsistencies that don't match up... just trying to figure it all out."

"Well, now you have our attention..." Skye said curiously.

"Well, it's just... you're so tiny Skye... I know that all the weight you've put on is essentially your baby tummy, but.... tomorrow you'll be 20 weeks. You've had a tad larger jump in your measurements than I was expecting. I'm just going over the possibilities of why that is..."

Henrik furrowed his brow, reaching out and taking Skye's hand he asked, "What would those possibilities be?"

"Hmmm, well, off the top of my head," she began to count off the reasons on her fingers..."first, that I miscalculated conception date..."

Skye and Henrik exchanged a concerned glance.... Their shared internal monologue needed no clarification.... 'God no, anything but that.' Not because it would mean anything for them as a couple, or how much Henrik would love the baby... but because neither wanted to imagine a world where they had to continue to include Bobby.

"But," the midwife mused, shaking her head... "I don't believe I have... "

Giving Skye's hand a small squeeze for support, Henrik asked... "So, then secondly?"

"Well, secondly it could be that is just where Skye's body is placing the healthy weight she's gained..."

Henrik shook his head, "but LAST visit you said she needed to GAIN weight, and honestly she hardly eats anything more than before she was pregnant... I have to constantly make sure she's eaten... not to mention her job keeps her so busy I swear she burns off the calories immediately."

"I eat well, I'm just not very hungry Hen..." Skye pouted, defending herself.

"Babe, you need to eat more..." Henrik said gently chastising her.

"He's not wrong Skye... you DO need to be focusing on the right caloric intake for fetal development" her midwife agreed.

"Fiiiiinne," Skye rolled her eyes and laughed, knowing when she was good and well beaten... they weren't wrong. She just wasn't very hungry, and when she DID eat a full meal the heartburn drove her mad.

"Sorry, took you off topic," inserted Henrik. "You were talking about her measurements, weight and stuff?"

"I mean, the measurement isn't HUGELY over... just... definitely enough to catch my attention though" the midwife mused, scrolling through Skye's charts and notes on her tablet again.

"Is there a third option?" Henrik asked, watching the midwife's facial expressions as she read over her notes.

"Baby could just be on the larger side... but," she said studying the couple, "you're not that big a guy Henrik, and Skye is petite... so it's unexpected... she's been carrying pretty small so far. Just kind of, ballooned a bit more than expected since our last visit and it's giving me some pause."