If I Fell│John Lennon/Beatles FanFiction

Chapter 89 - 28.June.1967 - 19.July.1967

Chapter 89

June 28, 1967 

I blinked, trying to process the words.

It seems you're expecting.

The words spun around in my mind...it was dizzying, nauseating, and the doctor had to be wrong.

My eyes flew to John's as my hands moved to my abdomen, the same area that had been aching a bit since the accident. I shook my head at him as my lips parted, but no words came out.

"We're what?" John asked, his eyes on me as his hand fell from my shoulder.

"Pregnant," Dr. Sallow said as he moved his gaze from me to John and back again. And when his eyes settled on me, he continued. "It's early on, between five and six weeks. We'll send an obstetrician down to check on you in the next few hours before we move you to a room for observation."

"Hold on just one minute," I said, my voice finally working. "I can't possibly be pregnant...cause well, I haven't vommed. Not even once. And with me last pregnancy, I could barely keep anythin' down in the beginning."

But I was late—I started counting with my eyes shut tight—closing in on two weeks late. It hadn't even crossed my mind that I could be pregnant. There were countless other reasons why I might be late, and I'd been too preoccupied to even think about a missed period.

And it just wasn't bloody possible.

Except that it was.

My chest caved as I vividly recalled my night with John. I remembered every scorching touch, our desperation, our love...and how we hadn't exactly been careful. With a shaky hand, I covered my mouth and opened my eyes.

Bloody fuckin' hell.

"Symptoms of pregnancy differ from person to person and even pregnancy to pregnancy." The doctor looked at his damned notes again, and I wanted to grab them and look through them myself, to see if there were any other secrets he was keeping. "And even with the absence of nausea, which may never come or could come later with this pregnancy, you are undoubtedly pregnant."

John didn't move a single muscle, his eyes staring forward as he breathed. Paul still stood on the other side of me, his expression completely unreadable, but it seemed as though he'd moved a bit closer to me in the last several moments, providing unspoken support as I processed the information.

The doctor cleared his throat before continuing. "But you've been complaining of some tenderness in your stomach, and I'm a bit concerned about abdominal trauma and how it might affect the baby." Now he looked directly at me, his grey eyes alert. "There's not a lot we can do but have you rest and hope for the best. So we'll be keeping you here a few nights to keep a close watch on your head as well as any worsening stomach pain."

My hands clutched my torso as I found myself nodding. I sucked in a breath and held back the tears that had formed in my eyes. "Am I going to...is there I chance I might l-lose the—"

"It's rare for trauma to cause a miscarriage in the first trimester. The baby is well protected and tucked into your pelvis." His eyes softened as he gazed at my panicked expression. "But your body did go through a bit of a shock. And because you're reporting some stomach pain, we'd like to monitor you to best keep you and the baby safe."

I blinked as I repeated the words in my mind.

The baby.

The doctor shifted on his feet and asked if I had any questions. I had so many but couldn't seem to utter of single one, so he parted the curtain and left. John, Paul, and I stayed silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. My body slumped as I pressed my head against the pillow and curled into a small ball on my side, my back to John, who was staring at the ceiling last I checked.