"Life is a risk but I will take it as long as we are together. I promise to love you, always and forever, now till eternity" And with those words, they vowed to love and cherish each other through sickness and in health. 5 years later they are livi...
"Oh Mrs. Patterson, is everything alright? You look... off" My doctor asks as she walks towards me with a huge smile.
"I think somethings up. I'm feeling weirdly sick and just- my muscles have been cramping like crazy and- I don't know so made the appointment" I stutter, crossing my arms.
"Ok, come with me" The doctor escorts me into a room which she lets me get myself ready and I lay down in the supported bed.
A nurse walks in and does a small check in, they ask me questions with simple or complex questions. Things about sexual activity, about past health concerns, etc.
Then the doctor walks in with a huge smile, "So Julie, I hear you went to the OB down by the bay?" She asks, holding the clipboard to her chest.
"Yeah but what's the point of mentioning that? I'm infertile" I laugh, shaking my head.
"Because Julie... they gave you incorrect results" My eyes widen at these words.
"Pardon? I thought... I thought... what? Why haven't I been getting my period?" I stutter, looking around the room.
"Secondary amenorrhea. Basically, you've had regular periods then all of a sudden you've missed three periods... on basic terms. You're not infertile, just don't bleed" They shrug and my jaw drops.
"So you're telling me that... wait a second" My heart pounds as I look up at the doctor. My eyes widen as I come to a realization.
"I'm pregnant. Aren't I?"
-present time-
I stand infront of the restaurant, clutch in hand with the necessities I need. Phone, wallet, pregnancy test, twelve week ultrasound I got last week... so I'm thirteen weeks now. Probably... we have no way of telling.
My dress snug against the tiny bump forming, definitely smaller then this stage with the twins... which makes sense.
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I tap my heel on the ground and let out a breath, I'm a twenty five- almost twenty six year old woman and I'm more scared of this then I was when I was telling him at eighteen.
What if Luke wants to run? Leave and run- we have two kids together and have been married six years... I'm way overthinking this entire thing, he's a great guy. Luke is amazing, the best father and husband I've ever met. No matter what he's the love of my life and I'm his.
"Let's go Mira" I whisper, rubbing my stomach softly before walking in.
Mira. What I've been silently calling the baby. Mira for Miracle. I don't think that's what I'll name the baby but it's like how Luke called the babies peanut one and two before they were born.
