Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Twenty-Two

*Trish's POV*

Who knew I would be driving Emma Pierce to an ultrasound appointment. She doesn't even like kids.

"Are we there yet?" Emma whines, impatient and wanting to get this over with. I shake my head.

"No, Mae. Not yet." I answer. She slumps back into the chair.

"Are we close?" She asks. I nod my head.

"Yep, it's 2 minutes away." I tell her. Emma looks at me, then starts to rummage through my purse.

"Wh-what? Emma- Mae- Mae stop." I slap her hand away and she glared at me.

"I'm hungry, T." She protests. I roll my eyes and hand her an apple from my purse.

"An apple?"

"Deal with it."

"Can I dip it in powdered sugar?"

"Absolutely not."

Emma groans and slouches in her seat. So, in attempt to cheer her up, I play a song that I know will make her happy.

The duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand "Hey!" Bum bum bum-

"Got any grapes?!" Emma sang along, laughing. I smile, listening to her sing along.

I play all three parts, and we make it to the clinic with Emma in a happy mood. I pull into the parking lot, and quickly park.

"Em we're here." I say. She looks at me and pauses the music, confused.

"This is it?" She asks. I nod.

"I thought it would be much bigger." She mumbled, shrugging. Emma hops out and closes the door, then follows me into the clinic.

"Hi there, we're here for an ultrasound appointment under Trish Styles." I say to the lady at the front desk. She nods and flips through some papers, then starts typing at the computer.

"Alright Ms Styles, you can take a seat at the back there. Is it for you?" She asks, looking between Emma and I. I shake my head.

"No ma'am, it's for her." I answer. Emma gives a small wave, she's uncomfortable being here.

"That's okay! I wish you the best of luck, sweetheart." The receptionist says to Emma. Emma nods and doesn't say anything, instead goes to sit down.

I give the lady a quick nod and follow Emma. We sit down, and she starts to bounce her leg impatiently.

"Hey, it'll be fine." I try to assure her. She only nods her head. We stay silent for a bit, and I start to daydream.

"Have you ever met Will Smith?"

I was not expecting that.

I look at her, confused out of my mind. She only looks at me, curious.

"I- no, Mae. I have not met Will Smith." I say, concerned for her sanity.

"Oh, that's sad." She responds. I squint my eyes, even more confused.

"Why?" I ask. What brought up that question?

"Dunno, just wanted to know." She answers, shrugging and looking away from me. After a few seconds of silence, we both start laughing.

It's not a normal volume laugh, oh no. It's a loud, tea kettle laugh.

"Trish Styles, Emma Pierce?" We hear our names being called, and we both shoot our heads up.

"Hi girls, you can follow me into the room and we'll get you situated." The nurse said kindly. I smiled at her, and got up. Emma got up after me, clearly nervous.