Under His Eye - A Sam and Colby Fan Fiction

Commander Brock 2

Things had been awkward around the house while we awaited the news of Ofcole's pregnancy. Was she or wasn't she? I hoped she was so my wife would stop being so stressed and on edge.

Catriona was a nightmare when she is stressed. She was snapping at Ofcole often so while she was out with her friends I went up to Ofcole's room to check on her.

I knocked gently on Ofcole's door before entering. She was sitting by the window, staring into the distance with a melancholy expression on her face.

"Hey," I said softly, to which she looked up and forced a smile. "How are you holding up?"

Ofcole hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm alright. Just... overwhelmed by everything, I guess."

I took a seat next to her and sighed. "I can imagine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for how Catriona has been treating you lately. She's not usually like this. The stress of the situation is really getting to her."

Ofcole nodded in understanding and said, "I don't blame her – it's a lot for both of you. But thank you for coming to talk with me, it means a lot."

We sat there in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. The air was heavy with tension and unspoken fears.

Finally, Ofcole broke the silence. "So... what happens if I am pregnant?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she avoided looking me in the eye.

"Well," I began cautiously, "if you are, we'll figure everything out one step at a time. You won't be alone in this journey - Catriona and I will support you every step of the way, and we'll make sure everything is taken care of."

"And if I'm not?"

"Then we'll try again," I assured her. "We're committed to having a child, and we'll keep trying until it happens."

Ofcole nodded slowly, seeming to process the information as best she could considering the overwhelming nature of it all.

"I just want things to go back to normal," she admitted quietly.

"Me too," I agreed.

We sat in silence once more until my phone chimed with an incoming message from Catriona. She had received the call from the clinic – they had the results of Ofcole's pregnancy test.

With a knot in my stomach, I went downstairs to meet Catriona in the living room where she sat, nervously clutching her phone.

"Catriona?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. Her gaze met mine, and then she silently handed her phone over for me to read the message.

I took a deep breath and began to read, my eyes quickly scanning the message. Then, as though a weight had been lifted off our shoulders, I let out an involuntarily sigh. "She's pregnant," I said quietly, relief washing over me.

Catriona's eyes welled up with tears as she reached out to hug me fiercely. "I can't believe it," she murmured into my shoulder, her voice muffled by sobs of happiness.

We stayed like that for a moment before I carefully pulled away and suggested we go tell Ofcole the news together. Catriona wiped away her tears and nodded in agreement.

As we approached Ofcole's door once more, I knocked gently and opened it. She looked up from her spot by the window expectantly.

"We just got the results from the clinic," I began steadily, trying to keep my voice calm to not give away any hints of the outcome. Catriona stepped closer as I continued, "You're pregnant."

Ofcole froze for a moment, her eyes wide in shock before tears of mixed emotions slipped down her cheeks. "Oh, thank you," she whispered hoarsely, likely processing the immense weight of this news.

We stepped into her room and each took our turns hugging her tightly, offering words of comfort and support. This was just the beginning of an incredible journey we would embark on together as a family unit.

The next morning over breakfast, we discussed what steps we needed to take next – setting up appointments with a fertility specialist and an obstetrician to monitor Ofcole's pregnancy closely. We also spoke about arranging prenatal classes for all three of us to attend together so that Ofcole would not feel isolated during this process.

She seemed quiet, rubbing her belly and glancing up at me occasionally. She seemed upset.

I decided to give Ofcole some space, so Catriona and I went into the living room to continue making plans. However, I couldn't help but glance back occasionally, concerned for Ofcole's well-being.

Later that afternoon, while Catriona was on the phone arranging appointments, I found a moment alone with Ofcole. She was still sitting by the window, her gaze focused on something distant, or perhaps simply lost in thought.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently. She looked up at me, and nodded slowly. But there was a vulnerability in her eyes that told me she needed some reassurance.

"It's just... a lot to take in," she admitted. "I mean, I'm happy for you both. I know how much you wanted this. But it's also scary – for me and the baby."

"I know it's not easy," I replied softly. "But we'll be there with you every step of the way. You're not alone in this, Ofcole."

She smiled gratefully at my words, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "This is going to change everything... for all of us."

Over the next several hours, we spent time researching everything we could about pregnancy – what to expect at each stage, potential risks and complications to be aware of, and a myriad of other topics. Meanwhile, Ofcole listened attentively as Catriona called various doctors' offices to set up appointments.

"I'm going to be sick," Ofcole mumbled as she got up abruptly and rushed out of the room.

Catriona and I glanced at each other with concern before following her down the hall towards the bathroom. We could hear the sounds of retching from behind the closed door.

"Ofcole?" Catriona called through the door nervously. "Are you okay?"

There was a pause before Ofcole's shaky voice replied: "I... I'm okay. Just morning sickness, I guess."

We exchanged worried glances but realized that this was likely just the beginning of many pregnancy-related symptoms Ofcole would experience over the next several months. We decided to give her some privacy but let her know we were right outside if she needed us.

Once she emerged from the bathroom, a little pale but seemingly feeling better, we decided to take a break from our research and appointments planning. Catriona suggested we all go for a walk outside to get some fresh air.

As we strolled through the nearby park, Ofcole seemed to relax a bit, her hands gently resting on her still-small baby bump. Despite our earlier conversation, it was clear that she was still processing this enormous change in all of our lives.

That evening, we gathered in the living room to watch a movie together. We chose a lighthearted comedy to help uplift our spirits and give Ofcole a much-needed mental break. She snuggled in between Catriona and me on the couch, and for a brief moment, it almost felt like things were normal again.

After the movie, we all decided it was time for bed. As I tucked Ofcole into bed, she reached for my hand and squeezed it gently.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "For being there for me. For both of you."

I smiled and squeezed her hand in return. "We're in this together," I reminded her.