More Than a Soldier

Chapter 72 - November

Y/n's POV:

These last 8 weeks have flown by. We're already in November and it's not long until Thanksgiving, and most importantly, Scarlett's birthday. During the last few weeks, we've had our moments, but we are back on track. I still get waves of sadness over the baby that we lost, we both do, but we're there for each other in moments like that.

Our families have been amazing through it all. They've not smothered us but have supported us as we've needed. Mum has been the only person, other than Scarlett, that I have talked to at length about how I've felt. Knowing she has gone through the same thing meant that I knew she could understand what I was feeling. She had come out the other side and she is a huge reason that I have too.

Scarlett and I have had a lot of discussions over the last few weeks, and we decided to try again. We booked in with Dr Callahan 10 days ago and went through our third round of IVF. We both had our doubts whether we were moving to quickly, but ultimately decided that the timing felt right. If anything, it has made us more determined to have a baby. We don't want this loss to be in vain. Thankfully, my body is fine, and I am feeling confident to try again. I know that we may get the same results, but it won't stop us trying.

We're now in the horrible waiting stage again. I feel like even if we are pregnant, I'm not going to be feeling comfortable until we hit the 12 week point. What makes this time a little worse if we have to wait for longer until we can see Dr Callahan. Our two week point falls on Thanksgiving so we're having an extra four days until our appointment with her. We've both agreed that we should wait for that appointment as we don't want to get our hopes up too much. We've had a lot of heart ache these last couple of months and we don't want to build everything up for it all to come falling down again.

We're spending Thanksgiving at my parents this year. It's a relatively quiet affair with mum and dad's parents coming too. I guess my grandparents. I've met them before but only a couple of times. I don't think they're sure on me, but they respect the relationship that I have with mum and dad.

Whilst we're getting ready to head over to their house, I'm currently sat on the edge of the bed trying not to overthink. I'm getting all the symptoms that suggest that I'm actually pregnant. I'm tired and peeing all the time. I feel like my fuse has shortened significantly and I'm actively having to not snap at people. Add on top of that, my boobs are sore, and I feel nauseas, I think I might be pregnant. But I really don't want to get my hopes up. But I can definitely feel them rising.

I don't mention anything to Scarlett, I can at least make sure that she has a nice relaxing Thanksgiving and birthday without worrying about everything. So, I'm just taking a moment to let all these feelings pass before finishing getting ready. Thankfully, Scarlett is helping Ava do her hair, so she isn't seeing this small moment I'm having.

When the nausea passes, I slip on the clothes I have out to wear today and head downstairs to make sure that we have everything we need to take. Mum refused to let us do anything for it, insisting that she had it all under control. That didn't stop us insisting on bringing the wine. Wine that I can't drink, but we insisted none the less. I grab the few bottles we bought especially and make sure they're in the wine carrier for the short journey over to my parents.

"You're looking lovely babe." Scarlett greets me as she enters the kitchen. I spin around and rest my hands on her hips as she reaches me. "You look stunning as usual." I respond, looking her up and down, my eyes lingering a little longer on the cleavage on show. It's not too much, but it doesn't stop my mind from wondering. That's another symptom I'm having. I'm horny. All the time!

"My eyes are up here." I can hear the smirk in her tone, but I don't move my gaze. "But this view is so much better." I mumble, earning a small nudge to my shoulder. "Rude!" She calls me out, so I lift my gaze to her face. "You're right. I apologise. This is the must beautiful view. Like a DaVinci painting." I grin at her, leaning in for a kiss. "Shut up you goof." She responds, but she can't stop smiling as I press my lips to hers once again.