Tyler Posey's Little Sister

Baby? No baby? Or Babies? Chapter 8

*Taylors POV* •Day of the appointment•

I woke up and looked at my phone. 6:45 a.m.

One hour and fifteen minutes until I know if I'm a mom or not.

I decided to shower.

I took a Long hot one and when I got out I check my phone... again...

7:05... a twenty minute shower.

55 more minutes.

I put on a long-sleeved teeshirt that was about two sizes too big.

Then I put on some baggy sweat pants and my hair in a messy bun.

I really didn't care what I looked like.

For Heavens sake I was going to a hospital!

I shook Dylan away and threw him a teeshirt and khaki shorts.

"Babe, what?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"7:20 you got twenty minutes to get ready." I said.

"For what?" He whined.

"I might be a baby mama." I said simply.

"I'm up!" He yelled while throwing on his clothes.

"Were going to stop and grab doughnuts." I told him.

I've been craving some doughnuts.

"Okay." he said. "let's go."

It's was 7:25. 35 minuets and it takes twenty to get there.

We have 15 minuets to get doughnuts.

I got a jelly filled with 1/2 dozen doughnut holes.

Dylan got a a cinnamon roll with 1/2 a dozen doughnut holes.

We both like doughnut holes I guess.

We arrived at the hospital around 7:50. Ten minutes to spare.

We wait for what seemed to be like 2 hours, then a nurse called "Taylor Posey?" I heard a few gasps, considering it sounded like "Tyler posey".

Dylan squeezed my hand and asked, "you ready?"

"Nope, you?" I asked.

"Nope." he said.

I looked at him and said, "let's go."

We walked through a hall and the nurse told me where to go. We went in and I sat on the bed and Dylan in the chair.

"Hello, Ms. Posey. My name is Jessica and I'll be your nurse. You doctors name is Mrs. Coneil. She will be in shortly after I check your breathing." she said.

I could tell she was nervous, she looked like she wasn't breathing, maybe it's her first day.

She put the stethoscope to my heart and told me to breathe out, then in, then out again.

"Okay, you're all good, Mrs. Coneil will be in shortly."

"Thank you, have a nice day!" I told her.

Dylan looked up at me, "Taylor... I'm scared. I-I want a child, honestly. But maybe one that is mine and maybe not just yet."

"Dylan, I know. But If I am pregnant, will you still love me and it? Even though the baby won't be yours?" I asked a bit worried.

"Taylor, I'll love you forever, if you're happy, I'm happy. If you want this baby, I do to.... I'll never stop loving you." He said in full seriousness.

I started tearing up, I quickly wiped them away when I heard footsteps.

Then a lady in her mid thirties came in and said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Coneil, you can call Me Ella." she said.

"And you must be Miss Taylor, right?"

"Yes." I said. "And that's my boyfriend, Dylan."

"Oh, I know who he is. He's all my daughter talks about. She's always saying stuff like 'fandom' 'fanfics' 'smexy' and 'I wanna frickle frakle'" the doctor said.

I laughed at the last part, I'm a part-time fangirl.

"Do you know what those words mean?" Ella asked me.

"Fandom is basically a fricken kingdom of fans they call theirselves 'Fangirls' and 'fanboys'. Fanfic means fan fiction. They write stories about who they are in love with. Smexy is the nerdy way of to say sexy and frickle frackle... how olds your daughter?" I stated.

"15 and a 1/2." Ella said.

"It means sex."

"Oh, that makes sense,..." Ella said. "well, let's get started."

"I'm ready." I said, unsure if what to do.

"Lean back, raise your shirt and I'm going to put a cold gel on your stomach."

I did what she said and she did what she said she would do.

"Look at the screen, that's your stomach." She said.

"So, is she pregnant?" Dylan asked.

".......Dylan...... I'm not only pregnant, I'm pregnant with...... Twins..."