Baby Deyes: A Zalfie Fanfiction

Week Twelve: Scans and Surprises

Early next Friday we had a scan. Alfie woke me a lot earlier than usual, but he was on edge.
"Alfie, calm down. I would know by now whether or not anything was wrong."
"Yes, but what if little Harry isn't okay?"
"Alfie, I'm past the risk of miscarriage. Well, most of it anyway. But there is very little chance from twelve weeks."
"Well, I'm allowed to be jumpy. A mother is a mother from conception, but a father isn't a father until birth."
"Philosophical. Help me up, my back aches."
Alfie hauled me cautiously to my feet. We dressed, had breakfast and got into the car, Alfie insisting on helping me with everything.
"Alfie, for God's sake." I snapped.
He looked wounded: "I'm only trying to help."
"Yes, I know that well enough. I can't even make a drink without you guarding me, making sure I don't spill anything. Where has this come from, anyway?"
"Look, Zoe. All I want is for you to be safe! Little Harry and you matter more than anything to me. I'm just so nervous that you're going to walk in with a baby and come out without one or something." He ran a hand over his beanie. "I don't know. I just want to protect you."
But he let me drive, and slowly my frostiness towards him thawed. By the time we arrived around 20 minutes later Alfie was apologising for being so overprotective and I was apologising for being snappy. We walked in hand-in-hand.
There was a smallish woman who looked around 30 sitting with alone.
"First baby?" She asked.
"Yeah. 12 weeks." I replied, sitting next to her.
"Ooh, lucky. I've got a little boy at home who just turned two. I'm at 39 weeks and the end of my tether!"
"I can sympathise in a way. I've still got 28 weeks and I don't have any patience left with poor Alfie."
"Oh yes, you're Zoella, right? I watch your beauty tutorials. Don't worry, I'm not demanding and embarrassing!"
I laughed, relieved.
The woman shifted uncomfortably. "She's sitting on my spine. They need to turn her or I'm in for the chop in a few days."
"Do you know what you're naming her?"
"We think Lily."
"Oh, we think Harry. I just know its a little boy."
"I don't." Alfie interjected.
"Our little Andrew was the same. From the second he was announced with those blue lines I knew it was a boy."
She recommended a few books and then left for the appointment.
Dr Anthony called us in a few moments later. After going over my notes and questions, she ran the freezing gel over my stomach and took some measurements.
"Okay. Baby seems a little small for 12 weeks, are you sure you have the dates right?"
"Positive." I replied.
"There's really nothing to worry about. He's only a tiny bit small, which might have been something to do with the near miscarriage. I'll see you for your scan in 8 weeks and Baby might let us confirm the sex."
We stumbled out, laughing with relief. Alfie rang Louise and told her. We went to get Nala, because he was taking me out for lunch.
"Where?" I asked Alfie, cuddling up to him. "We can't take Nala into a cafe."
"I thought we could go and sit on the beach with a picnic. We'd have to go and buy the food, but I thought it would be nice."
"Okay then, so we'll need boxed sandwiches, a small box of doggy treats, some fruit, definitely strawberries, a couple of drinks, and a couple of dessert type things."
Alfie twisted slightly to face me.
"Zoe, I really do love you. You know that, right?"
I was struck by the sincerity in his eyes.
"Yes." I replies truthfully. "And I love you."
"You aren't just saying that?"
I laughed and gestured downwards. "Alfie, do you really think that I would married and have a baby boy with you if I didn't love you?"

Sorry about the late upload. Been super busy forgetting to write!
To be honest, it's Thursday on the penultimate week of term and I can't be arsed to write any more for this little end bit. Bye.
Kisses!
Claudia xoxo