Baby Steps

Ch. 2 Willa POV

Six weeks Later

Willa

My alarm jolts me from my dream. A dream once again of that sparkling night over a month ago. I hate that I'm still dreaming about it and I hate the aching feeling I get between my legs when I wake. Tom Hiddleston has left a mark on me.

I throw my pillow over my head, not yet ready to start my day. I'm working on a new television series that will hopefully get picked up for another season if not two more. The response for the announcement of the series was well received. Now, we just have to hope we can pull it off.

As I stretch my arms and legs I get the sudden urge to vomit. Clamping a hand over my mouth I tussle free from the blankets and rush to the bathroom, making it just in time to expel everything I ate  last night. Flushing the toilet I stand on shaking legs and reach for the sink. I rinse my mouth out before splashing cold water on my face and dabbing some on the back of my neck. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I notice my pale complexion. Gingerly, I brush my teeth and then start getting ready for my day. I still feel nauseous but I can't miss the first day of production.

After getting dressed I head to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Despite throwing up just an hour ago, I'm starving. Pulling out ingredients to make an omelet. Just as I'm pouring the mixture into the pan, my stomach rolls. Quickly throwing a hand over my mouth I race to the bathroom down the hall, making it just in time to throw up the little that is left in my stomach.

Groaning, I once again brush my teeth.

I still feel nauseous for the remainder of the morning. Even when I get to set, the smell of the catering food causes me to gag but thankfully I keep everything down.

Kelly, the director, spots me as I walk towards the sound stage. We've talked a lot about what my role would be besides producer. Marvel helped get my name in the right hands and I've been excited to branch out in my career. Going to NYU for film school definitely helped me land certain jobs. When Kelly found out my ultimate goal was to direct a movie she offered me the 2nd unit director position, after seeing some of my film work.

I remember getting the news shortly after the Tom situation.  Still reeling from that hurt and wondering if there was something I could have done differently. Tom and I never really talked about the future when we stayed up late talking. But I guess he only ever saw me as a fling.

Gathering my thoughts, I force myself to focus on the work day. This new show has the potential to be something great and it excites me to be a part of it. Kelly and I talk about what b-roll I need to film and where at.  Being the 2nd unit director means I film scenes without the need of the actors, usually known as b-roll.

After discussing what needs to be shot, the camera man, Miguel,  and I head to location. On the way there my stomach is still upset. I try to focus on my surroundings but even moving makes me more nauseous.

Miguel and I are finishing with our first shot when I'm suddenly hit with a dizzy spell. I grab hold onto the staircase bar we are standing near waiting for it to pass. Miguel looks over at me with concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Screwing my eyes shut I nod. I can't talk because if I talk then I know I'm going to vomit. Taking a few deep breaths until the nausea passes I open my eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't eat breakfast so I probably have low blood sugar or something."

Miguel still looks concerned. "Well I have a protein bar in my van. Do you want it?"

My stomach grumbles so I take it as a yes. "Sure, thank you." I smile weakly at him.

Miguel heads to his van to get the protein bar while I look over what else needs to be filmed. Jus at Miguel is calling my name I turn to him but then my vision gets spotty and soon all I see is darkness.
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A light is shown in my eyes as I try to open them. A middle aged man is standing over me shining his light in my eyes. Screwing my eyes shut I try to calm my racing heart.

"Take a deep breath." The doctor soothes. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Willa...Willa Emerson."

"Good." The doctor removes the flashlight and open my eyes and take in the surroundings. I'm lying on a hospital bed. I spot Miguel in the corner of the room. He looks relieved when we make eye contact. His hair is disheveled like  he was running his hands through it multiple times.

"What happened?" I ask looking at the doctor.

The doctor places his flashlight in his coat pocket before picking up his tablet.

"Well Ms.Emerson, you fainted and you were brought to the hospital. We ran some blood tests and your HCG levels were extremely high and your blood sugar was low. Now, given the high levels of HCG we're going to need to do a transvaginal exam..."

The doctor continues to talk but my mind is still reeling from what he just said.

"Wait." I stop him from continuing on. "HCG? Isn't that the pregnancy hormone? I'm not pregnant."

The doctor looks  up from his tablet and straight into my eye. "Yes, ma'am you are. I've ordered a transvaginal exam because your levels were higher than normal so we need to see how many embryos you are carrying."

"But...I can't be pregnant." Tears well in my eyes as I look at the doctor: "This has to be a mistake."

The doctor sighed, "It's not a mistake. The other doctor will be in here shortly for the exam."

With that the doctor leaves the room. I throw my head back staring at the ceiling. What the hell am I supposed to do now? A throat clears in the room and I realize Miguel is still here.

"Please don't say anything." I whisper while looking at my clasp hands.

"I won't." He promises.

When the obstetrician walks in Miguel takes that as his queue to leave  telling me he'd let Kelly know I was okay. He promised not to say anything regarding the pregnancy and I was thankful for that. My mind still hadn't wrapped around the fact that I was pregnant. There was only one possible person on who the dad could be. Would he think I was lying? Would he think I did it on purpose? The thought alone made me nauseous.

The doctor told me what she'd be doing and how we would only  be able to see a little blob since I wasn't far along.

After a few minutes two little blobs appear on the screen. I sucked in a breath when I saw it flicker.

"Those are your babies."  The doctor said smiling.

"Holy shit."

The doctor laughed as I continued to stare at the screen. Pointing at the screen she continued, "and that little flutters are the heart beats. Looks like you're having twins." She smiled at me, "Congratulations."

Words escaped me as I continued to stare.

TWINS?!

I can't believe I'm having twins. Holy fucking shit.

The doctor printed out some pictures and handed them to me once she was done with the exam. I stayed silent as she talked about prenatal care and handed me some pamphlets.

As soon as I was discharged from the hospital I called Kelly to tell her I was fine and wanted to head back to work. However, she insisted I head home and rest and come back tomorrow.

Calling an uber to take me home I thought about how I was going to tell Tom. We hadn't spoken since that night. And I've been too chicken to reach out. But I guess now I had to.

I just hoped he'd take the news well. I didn't want to do this alone but I would if I needed to.