Ronnie was lying in bed staring at the message on her phone. It was simple and brief with an electronic tone that didn't suit the subject matter. Ronnie remembered booking the appointment, the nerves tormenting her stomach as she answered yes no, yes no not sure, to a series of questions. But most of all, she could recall the freeing flutter when the call was drawing to a close. The woman on other end said she was looking forward to seeing Ronnie and her husband in a few weeks, and not to be nervous, they would be well looked after. It was like hope being handed to her.
Ronnie hit the call symbol above the message. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hi you're through to Belfast Fertility, Veronica speaking, how can I help?" Veronica's Antrim accent was a thick as real butter. Ronnie almost forgot she was thousands of miles from home.
"Hi Veronica, this is Ronnie. I have an appointment on Friday at 12pm but I won't be able to make it now."
"No problem, Ronnie, what was the appointment for?"
Ronnie could hear Veronica's fingers typing. "A fertility test."
"Oh yes, I see that now. Would you like me to reschedule it?"
"Am, no, it's ok, we're just going to playthings by ear for a little while."
"No problem at all Ronnie. That's that wee appointment cancelled now but if you do want to rearrange another date, please don't hesitate to get in touch."
"That's great, thank you."
"Have a nice day Ronnie."
"You too, bye."
Ronnie dropped her phone and rolled over onto her side, curling into a tight ball. Her back to the sun coming in the window.
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Meant To Be
General FictionRonnie and Zac had love all figured out until life got in the way, and when their paths cross in Tennessee, survival is the only thing on their minds. Paediatrician Ronnie Gormley told her husband they would have children when they turn thirty. No...
