Carrying His Baby - (A Sam Pottorff FanFic)

Chapter Three

"Oh hey Sam." Chelsea waved him into the car.

"Hey Chelsea. Hope you don't mind that I tagged along." He smiled at her warmly.

"No not at all!" I got in the front and buckled my seat belt. Chelsea gave me the 'You are so in there girl' face and I pinched her arm.

"Hey hey hey!" She jumped back a little bit and chuckled.

As we began to drive I felt the sudden urge to need to spit.

"Hey, uh, Chels can you pull over?" She drove off the ramp onto the exit. She pulled into the 7-Eleven right off the side. The mucus in my mouth was building and I was becoming nauseous.

"Here, I'm going to go pay for gas." She left the keys in the ignition.

I immediately opened my door and expelled a mouthful of saliva. The nausea subsided immediately."Ugh," I groaned as I wiped the slimy substance from my lips.

"Felicity, are you okay?" I heard Sam open his door slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I used the bottle of water on the floor of the car to wash it away. Chelsea pumped gas and we were back on track.

10 minutes up the road, she turned onto the side street that led into the business complex. She parked the car and all of us walked into the large sleek building.

We all stepped on the elevator and I took a deep breath. My heart started to shake in fear and Sam saw my hand twitch, Chelsea pressed the fourth floor button and Sam came closer to me and held my hand tightly. I was surprised by his gesture and looked him in the eyes. He smiled at me and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Are you ready, Lissie?" My sister said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I took a deep breath and Sam and I walked off the elevator hand in hand. "Ready." I thought in my head. I felt the sensation to spit and let go of Sam's hand to go into the bathroom. I spit and sat there for a few seconds as more runny saliva dripped from my lip. I stuck a cotton ball underneath my tongue and walked out of the restroom.

"You alright Lissie?" Sam looked into my eyes and I nodded. We walked down several hallways until we came across a door that had a plaque mounted towards the top. It read: "Dr. Catalano M.D" Sam opened the door for us and we walked through. The cotton ball underneath my tongue was soaked and more saliva was building. I let it all out on a tissue and dumped it in the trash as my sister checked me in.

A few minutes later, a woman opened a large door and called my name.

"Felicity Springs?" She looked at me sitting down. I stood up and she turned around and said, "Right this way." We walked into Exam Room 8. It had 2 chairs, and I walked in and sat down on the table. The nurse checked my blood pressure, temperature, and she checked my pulse oxygen. "the doctor will be with you shortly," She smiled at me briefly after writing some things down on a piece of paper. She excused herself politely and I immediately located the trash can and I discharged all the saliva that continued to build. As soon as I sat back down, the doctor walked in.

"Felicity?" He looked at me with rock solid eyes. I nodded, and swallowed hard. "So you're pregnant at 18 and expecting... looks like... February?" I nodded again and he asked me general questions. He booted up the ultrasound machine and grabbed a pair of gloves.

"This stuff is warm, so don't freak out." He smiled warmly and I revealed my stomach. He squirted the warm jelly onto it and rubbed it around using the joystick. "Everything is looking well to me!" He pointed on the screen and Sam and Chelsea came around the left side of the bed. Sam held my hand and I squeezed it slightly.

"How far along am I exactly?" I looked at the black and white monitor.

"You look to be about 2 weeks, around there." He turned off the monitor and wiped my tummy with a warm towel. "You're all set to go for now. Come see me again in about 3-4 weeks unless you have any troubles, irregular symptoms, etc." He nodded and washed his hands.