Chaptet 51

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Eliana

I'm lying on the chair in the hospital.

Doctor Lee's gonna be here soon.

Fynn paces around the room, looking at the pictures that are hanging on the white walls.

I stroke over my belly, looking up at the ceiling.

My feet are tossing from side to side.

I'm a little nervous.

I am past the time I had the miscarriage last pregnancy.

But still.

Fynns footsteps stop.

What if I'll loose this baby too?

What am I going to do?

I can't.

I want to keep it.

Hands wrap over the socks of my feet, stopping them from moving.

I look to the front.

"Everything's alright", he says in a steady voice, "don't worry."

I exhale, nodding.

The door opens, "good day, you two."

"Good day", we say.

"How are we today?", doctor Lee asks, taking a seat next to me.

"Good. Great. Just nervous."

"No need to be", she smiles at me.

She puts the gel on my bare bump.

"There we go", she looks concentrated at the monitor.

Fynn comes up to me and envelopes my hand in his.

"Do you want to know the sex?", she looks at us.

Fynn and I both look at each other.

"You decide", he smiles.

"You sure?"

He nods.

I look at the doctor again, "can you write into an envelope?"

She smiles, nodding, "of course."

She goes over to the desk.

I look at Fynn again.

He's smiling down at me.

"Here you go", she hands me the envelope.

I give it to Fynn, "can you put it away?"

"Sure", he lays it into my purse.

"I can tell you that everything is fine", she walks back to us.

"No need to worry", her eyes go to Fynn, "everyone is healthy."

"That's good to hear", he nods at her.

I look as they stare at each other.

Pardon?

What in the Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston situation is this?

Fynn has been coming a little late home from work.

He used to come back at five

Now he's arriving at half past six in the very earliest.

I take a paper towel from the table and wipe the gel away before standing up.

I'm done.

My head hurts like many little men are smashing against it.

I put my shoes on and take my purse.

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