What Would've Happened

Ultrasound

Angie:

Honestly, Mac's reaction surprised me. Anger, I kinda expected. But being sweet and all gushy about the baby was surprising. Especially after the dream he had.

Ouch we break away, Mac smiles down at me.

"You're happy about the baby? Even after your dream?" I asked, still unbelieving that he actually wanted a child.

"It was just a stupid dream. Didn't mean anythin'. An' yes. I'm gonna be a father." Mac stated, smiling at his own words. I smiled too.

"I'm glad." I murmured. "I'm thinking about getting an ultrasound done next month, just to make sure." I declared.

"Sounds good to me." Mac murmured, placing one of his large hands on my flat stomach. I smiled at him, but he didn't notice. All his attention was focused on my flat tummy. A smile played on his mouth. "God, I just can't believe it." He mumbled.

"Yeah. We're becoming a family." I whispered.

"We are a family." He corrected, glancing at me.

"And in a few years, we'll have a mud covered child running around the house, driving us insane." I joked. Mac smiled, pecking my lips.

"Is that really how you imagine our baby?" He asked. Our baby...

"Kinda. Covered in red dust, running naked throughout the house while I try to catch him. You watching nearby and laughing." I mumbled.

Mac chuckled. "Yeah. Not too hard to imagine."

"Exactly. Maybe even get it a dog. Or a cat." I suggested.

"Let's stick with raising a human child, before we adopt a fur covered one." Mac stated. I laughed.

"What's wrong? Don't want two babies?"

"Not yet. Unless you want two babies." He murmured, moving his face closer to mine. "In which case, I'll gladly help with it."

I laughed. Mac growled, and moved his mouth to my neck, his hands slipping under my shirt.

"Slow down, horn dog. Let's wait till this one pops out before making another." I stated. Mac stopped, and stepped back.

"Did you seriously just call me a horn dog?" He asked, challengingly. But I could see the humorous glint in his blue eyes.

"Yeah. What're you gonna do about it?" I challenged, placing my hands on my hips. Mac strode forward, and reached behind me. He grabbed my rear, giving it a squeeze. I gasped, and playfully slapped his chest. He growled, and went back to attacking my neck with his teeth and lips. Then he lifted me by my thighs, carrying me over to the bedroom.

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4 Weeks Later:

Mac and I were waiting in the doctors office. I placed my hand on my flat stomach. Was it supposed to be this flat? Why wasn't it larger? Is something wrong? What if Mac's dream comes true, and the baby dies? What if Mac hates me? What if he blames me for its death? What if-

"Angela Smith and Mac Flanery?" I looked up. An African American woman smiled at us with bright white teeth, her curly black hair pulled into a bun. Mac and I stood up, Mac grabbing my hand. I squeezed it, showing that I was nervous. Mac leaned over, so his lips were by my ear.

"You'll be fine." Mac murmured. I nodded, although I was still nervous. The lady led us down a hall. I glanced into a couple rooms, seeing couples smiling as they gazed at the tiny monitor. Mac noticed.

"That'll be us in a couple minutes." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to my temple. I nodded again as the nurse led us into a vacant room. The room had light, warm brown walls. A bed was in the middle of the room, and beside the bed, a monitor. A couch was across the room, and also two chairs. One an office chair, the other a simple foldable chair.

"Miss Smith, you can take a seat on the bed. Your boyfriend can sit anywhere else." The nurse instructs, standing in the doorway with a clipboard. "The doctor will be with you shortly." Then she left.

I followed her instructions and sat on the bed. It was very soft, and the color of cream. The room in general had a warm feeling to it. Mac sat in the foldable chair.

"Nervous?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

"A little. What if something's wrong with it?" I start to feel panicked.

"And, calm down. Stress ain't good for the baby." Mac stated, rubbing my shoulders from behind.

"I know. It's just, I'm scared." I whispered.

"Of what? What could go wrong?" Mac asked, giving my shoulder a kiss.

"I dunno. Maybe-" I'm cut off by the door opening. An older woman stood in the doorway, reading a clipboard. Her thin glasses sat on the end of her pointed nose, and her white doctors coat swished. She had long, grey-ish blonde hair that was combed and spread out on her back.

"Angie Smith and Mac Flanery?" She asked.

"Yeah." Mac answered, standing up and offering his right hand for her. I was surprised again by Mac's politeness. She shook it, smiling.

"I'm Doctor Thompson, and I understand you're here to do an ultrasound?"

"Yeah." I answer, nervousness running through my veins. Dr. Thompson notices.

"Nervous?" She asked, sitting down in the office chair and scooting closer to me.

"A little. Is my stomach supposed to be this flat?" I asked, gesturing to my flat abdomen.

"Your about four or five weeks into your pregnancy, aren't you?" She countered. Mac and I both nodded. "Then you don't have anything to worry about. You usually don't start showing until you're about ten weeks along. And even then, it's a tiny bump." She explained. I nodded, relieved. "Now, Angie, I'm going to have you lay on your back and lift your shirt up. Just enough to expose your tummy." I did as she said, and pulled my shirt up. Mac took his spot next to me, and he took my left hand.

"Ready?" Mac asked me, giving my hand a small squeeze. I nodded, feeling better.

"Ok, this gel is going to be very cold. Just a fair warning. Them I'm going to use this transducer. It'll detect your baby." Dr. Thompson explained, pulling on a pair of sanitary blue gloves. Then she took out a bottle, and squeezed out a fair amount of clear gel onto her hand. Then she placed the hand on my stomach. I gasped, the freezing gel hitting my warm stomach. Once it was evenly spread, she took a small device. It was cylinder, with a larger bulb on the end. It was attached to the monitor.

"Ready to see your baby?" She asked, smiling at me. Mac and I both nodded, although I think Mac was more excited than me. Then Dr. Thompson placed the transducer on my abdomen, pressing down. The monitor buzzed to life, and a black and white image appeared on the screen. The black and white lines blurred as she moved it around.

Finally, the screen stopped, and focused on a spot. The spot she had focused on revealed a small circle in the center. On the edge of it, was a small, peanut shaped object. She smiled at the screen, then glanced at me. "There's your baby."

My eyes widened, and Dr. Thompson does something with the computer. The screen froze, even when she removed the transducer from my stomach. "Would you two like some alone time?" She asked, gently cleaning my stomach off of gel. Mac and I both nodded, stunned. She smiled and stood up. "Call me when you're done." Then she left us alone.

I glanced at Mac, who's blue eyes were wide at the screen. I chuckled, and Mac glanced down at me.

"We're havin' a baby." He murmured, a smile creeping into his face. I smile as well.

"Yes we are. Even though it's a peanut right now." I joked. Mac leaned down, smashing his lips onto mine.

After our little kiss, Mac grabbed my face between his hands. "I love you Angie."

"I love you, too." I mumbled, placing my hand over his.

"I wouldn't want anyone else carryin' my baby." Mac declared.

"I wouldn't want to carry anyone else's child, either." I stated. "Not even Mike."

Mac smiled, and leaned down again. He pecked my lips, then sat up and looked at the screen again. The longer Mac stared at the tiny screen with out baby on it, the more tears welled up in his eyes.

This was the beginning of a new Mac. A new, fresh start.