"You fill cracks within me I never knew existed."
—
Alexa Sinclair
I held onto Tom's hand, waiting for the OB lady to come in.
"I'm scared." I whispered, glancing around the room. I really didn't want to come today, but Tom forced me because apparently he's worried that the cramping could be something else.
He's making me worried.
"It'll all be fine, we'll get some pictures... a little check up and we can go home, no worries." He shrugged, placing a kiss on my temple.
I wish I could stay that relaxed.
I cry myself to sleep every night because I am literally still in highschool.
I'm a victim of teen pregnancy, something that I personally never wanted to happen to me.
Goodness gracious.
"Tom, we're both twins do you know what that means?" I sniffled, pressing a finger up to my eye so I wouldn't cry again.
He sighed. "What does that mean?"
"We're gonna have quadruple!"
Tom narrowed his eyes at me, not having a reaction to my statement.
"That's not how that works."
Okay, maybe not. But still.
"What if it's so big that it tears my vagina in half?" I made up a new theory.
I gasped. "What if we're never able to have sex again because i'll be all dried up and pruny?"
"Jesus christ how do you think giving birth goes? Stop putting the mental image in my head." He grimaced, well.
"It won't be a mental image for long!" I shrilled, covering my mouth. I'm in such deep shit.
"Baby, you're gonna be fine. I promise." He squeezed my hand. I don't know if I believe it, he's only trying to make me feel better.
I waited a couple more minutes for the doctor to
come in, it was a man.
I furrowed my brows.
"Tom, he is not looking at my hoo-ha." I whispered, oh gosh.
"He's a doctor, he knows what he's doing."
Um.
"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Dr. Carter. I'll be doing your ultrasound, and then my resident will be coming into do your initial check up."
Ohh, okay.
So, he won't be looking at my vagina.
That's good. He's really old.
"Okay." I smiled, squeezing onto Tom for dear life, while Dr. Carter sat in the round chair.
Tom helped unbutton my shorts, pulling them down a little until they reached my waist.
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THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ
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