Her High School Love

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

           

             Two weeks have passed since Bill and I broke the news to everyone over the phone. My love and I made an appointment for me to see a doctor for today. We are going to see how the baby is doing. We are stopped in New Jersey at the moment. The tour is making its way back home. Bill is driving us to the doctor’s office now. I can’t wait to see the ultrasound. My belly has gotten big in the last two weeks. I’m now six weeks along. I thought that I wouldn’t be showing right now. This is just making me think that I am having twins. The doctor’s name is Doctor Sinclair. I hope he is one of the nicer doctors. I’ve met some mean doctors in my life; they just give off a negative aura. Bill just pulled into the building and I’m pretty nervous. I get out of the car and walk towards the entrance with Bill trailing behind me. We soon arrive in the waiting room for the doctor’s office. I am so scared and nervous right now. Oh well, time for us to see the outline of our baby.

            The waiting room is huge and shabby. The wallpaper isn’t to welcoming. The carpet is a dull shade of blue and is stained in some places. I can’t imagine who would come here for their regular appointments. On the bright side, I’m only here for this one time then I’m back to my regular doctor. I went up to the receptionist’s desk and told her that “Sienna Gordon is here for her appointment with Doctor Sinclair.”

            Bill and I sat down in the chairs here in the waiting room. He didn’t look too impressed with the waiting room either. We sat in silence until I was called into the doctor’s office. We were led into an exam room and left alone by the nurse. Bill and I sat in silence yet again. This was boring me to death. Then who I assumed to be Doctor Sinclair walked into the room. He was an elderly looking man in his late forties to mid fifties. He turned on a machine which I guessed was the ultrasound machine. He didn’t speak at all and lifted up my shirt for me. He squirted some really cold gel onto my stomach and grabbed the thing they used for ultrasounds off the machine. Doctor Sinclair started spreading the gel around on my stomach and did what you would expect a doctor to do when giving an ultrasound. The appointment was like the ultrasounds given in movies and TV shows.

He pointed to the screen and said, “This is your baby. That’s its head and that’s its body.” His voice was very gruff and cold. I didn’t like this doctor at all. He removed the stuff from my stomach and started to write something down. He handed me the piece of paper and left. Bill and I walked out of the room and made a mad dash for the car.

When we got there, we looked at the piece of paper and read it together. There written in sloppy handwriting was a note that said that the baby seemed really healthy and that he apologized for being so quick, he had to prepare himself for a huge surgery he was performing this afternoon. Well that made me feel somewhat better. Bill drove us back to the hotel where we were stopped at and pulled into a parking spot. We climbed out of the car and ran to Tom’s room to tell them the good news. We entered the room unnoticed by everyone. Their manager, whom I’ve come to know as Tobias or Tobi for short, was in there with them. Wow, they must have all been wondering if the baby was healthy or not. Bill and I snuck up on Tom and Gerhard.

“Boo,” we shouted into their ears.

“Was zur Hölle,” they screamed at the same time making this even funnier than it was. (What the hell?!) Bill and I broke into laughter on the floor behind the couch they were on. Everyone turned to us and gave us the ‘are you crazy or something’ look. We calmed down and composed ourselves.

“The baby’s as healthy as can be,” I sang blissfully having another mood swing. I laid down on the ground in a comfortable position and tried to take a nap. I didn’t succeed though. I was picked up and sat down on the couch in someone’s lap. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Bill. I smiled at him and tried to nap again. He just started singing in German in my ear.

“You are not helping me get some sleep,” I whispered to him.

“I’m trying to sing you to sleep. I want our baby to get used to listening to music to fall asleep. You do know he or she can hear us right now,” he whispered back. “Guys, no more swearing, I don’t want my baby to be saying any bad words. Don’t even say them in Deutsch.” (German)

“Ich liebe dich, Bill,” I whispered to him. I heard and felt him chuckle as his chest moved against my body.

“Bill you are such a protective parent already. At this rate your child probably won’t be able to date until he or she is thirty,” Tom remarked.

“That is exactly my plan,” Bill proved his aggressiveness. I grabbed his nose and pulled on it with my eyes closed. “Ow, what was that for?”

“That was for saying our child can’t date until he or she is thirty. If you say that then he or she is going to rebel against you and think that I’m the fun parent, silly,” I whispered to him. I giggled at the end.

“Oh, that makes sense. I don’t want to be the not fun parent. I guess we’ll decide on that when we get there then.”

I heard laughter and knew that the others were finding this display hilarious. I just ignored them and was in a half asleep state.

“What are you guys laughing at,” Bill asked them.

“Well, tell your girlfriend to stop making faces in her sleep,” Gregor surprisingly answered.

“Nein, she looks adorable. If you guys are going to laugh at her then I’m bringing her to our room.”

I was then lifted off of his lap and carried to the door. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. Bill carried me to our room as promised. He laid me down on the bed after magically opening the door with one hand. I felt him lay next to me.

“Du bist Perfekt, Meine Liebe, Wie ein Engel von Oben, Sie sind perfekt für mich, Sie sind der einzinge zu sein, Du bist Perfekt, Meine Liebe, Ich möchte, dass du mit mir jeden tag, Ich möchte von Ihnen in jeder Weise gehalten werden, Ich will nichts anderes als Sie, Und die Dinge, die Sie tun, Für mich wirst du ein Gott zu sein, Ich bin immer in einer Schote, Lassen Sie mich Ihnen sagen, wie ich mich fühle, Das Ich liebe dich und möchte, dass du zu versiegeln, Sich zu mir,” Bill sang to me. (You are Perfect, My Love, Like an angel from up above, You are perfect to me, You are the only one to be, You are Perfect, My Love, I want you to be with me every day, I want to be held by you in every way, I want nothing but you, And the things that you do, To me you will be a God, I am always in a pod, Just let me tell you how I feel, That I love you and want you to seal, Yourself to me)

I fell asleep to the sound of his voice.