Fate || BENNIFER

Alone

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Recommendation: Listen to Remember - Acoustic by Becky Hill.
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Jennifer's P.O.V

"My dear baby, it is until these lasts moments that I find myself trying to imagine what you will look like, if I'll see your daddy when I look at you, if it'll feel like looking in the mirror or if you will resemble your siblings in any way..."

I looked down.

"Your brother and sister can't wait to meet you. They talk to you every day, giving you kisses and telling you how much they love you."

I rubbed my belly gently, feeling the baby's movements beneath my skin.

"I miss your daddy. A lot. I bet you miss him too, you haven't heard his voice in a while. But he loves you so much, just like me. And you're going to have a great life, even if we're not together."

I needed those little chats, even though sometimes it felt like talking alone.

The paparazzi had already gathered outside the gate, only minutes after spotting one of my security men entering the driveway. As I made my way outside, where they could barely see me, I was greeted by a flurry of camera flashes and the sound of questions being hurled my way. Ignoring the chaos, I got in the back seat of the car, where I made myself relatively comfortable as he drove me to my appointment.

As the car made its way through the busy streets of Los Angeles, I couldn't help but feel nervous. It was a significant day Ben and I had marked on the calendar, as I was scheduled to have my eight-month ultrasound.

I found myself walking alone through the hospital hallways, escorted, but alone.

"Should we wait for Ben?" My doctor asked when he realized his absence.

"No." I answered. "He won't be coming."

"Okay. Let's take a look." He said.

As soon as the image appeared on the screen, I could tell something was different.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"It looks like your baby has flipped head down, which is great news." He said with a reassuring smile.

My face relaxed as I exhaled in relief, but tears began to well up in my eyes when I turned to my side because there was no one there.

"Are you okay?" He handed me a tissue.

I nodded, still wiping away my tears.

"This means that we can continue with the plan for a natural birth, things are looking great." He explained.

"That's a huge relief." I let out a shaky breath.

"Look. There's the head, and this is the heart, it's beating perfectly. And, here are the legs, oh and there are the tiny toes." He continued. "Your baby is about 18 inches long and weighs around four pounds." He took notes. "Your baby is measuring perfectly, and everything looks healthy."

"Okay." A part of me was eager to let Ben know.

"I'll see you in a month for the next ultrasound, if not before." He said.

"What are the chances?" There was a hint of concern in my voice.

"You don't have to worry. While there's always a chance that you could go into labor early, I don't see any signs of that happening right now." He responded in a reassuring tone. "If you start to feel contractions, time them until they are about five minutes apart, and last for about sixty seconds. If this pattern continues for an hour, that's when you should call me. Whenever that happens, we'll be ready for you."

Now those words were going round and round in my head. I felt a sense of anxiety building up inside me as I thought about all the things that needed to be done before the baby arrived, and that I had to do alone.