Okay folks another chapter. That makes two in one day! I sincerely hope you enjoy this.
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Chapter 11
Jenn POV
Walking out of the doctor's office they made my next appointment. Handing me the slip I saw the sympathetic look on the nurse's face. Holding my head high, I walked from the office only to see Marty pacing and mother sitting anxiously.
"Well?" Marty questioned as I walked toward the elevator. He caught my arm almost roughly to stop my escape.
"Marty calm down," I heard mother say, but I needed to get out of this place and fast. Marty released my arm and I darted into the elevator hoping that he would not slip in with me. Unfortunately, he stuck his hand in the door turned and gave mom a look and stepped in the elevator with me. He ascended on me like a panther hunting its prey only to slap the stop button on the elevator and continue until he had me backed up against the wall. His arms created a cage on each side of me on the wall.
"Whatever the doctor told you we are in this together. What happened in there?" he asked.
"He-he told me that I have uterine fibroids, which could cause a lot of "complications", including a cesarean. While it usually doesn't he said it rarely causes miscarriages, it can cause a breech delivery, and it can even turn cancerous but it rarely does," I said in one quick breath.
"Wait what does that mean?" Marty said obviously confused by my rushed speech. He looked concerned for a while and then said, "Then we won't get pregnant and you will get regular checkups just in case of the rare occurrence of that cancer." He leaned in and kissed the edge of my mouth tenderly.
"You don't understand," I whispered. He smiled at me.
"Then make me understand. We can always adopt if you want kids. I love you," he said. He wasn't listening as I was trying to tell him. Getting frustrated I yelled at him.
"It's too late dammit! Listen to me! I. Am. pregnant!" I said my emotions finally breaking through the brave mask I had arranged in the doctor's office. Sobbing, I was shocked he had not pulled me into him for comfort. As I looked up, he was staring at me and got this stupid smile on his face but it quickly disappeared and fear and concern took its place.
"I'm going to be a father?" he asked.
"I tell you I am pregnant and you have the nerve to ask if you are the father." I demanded scooting away from him or as far as I could do to the small interior of the elevator which he stopped a few moments ago so it would not open. He took a step and picked me up off my feet.
"It was not meant as a question. I am just shocked is all because we haven't been trying. We will do everything we have to in order to ensure your safety as well as my son's," he said putting me on my feet and placing his hand on my stomach.
"When do we come back?" he asked.
"Next week," I said.
"This is something to be celebrated. God would not give me you and this baby just to take you away," he said trying to cheer me up. While a baby was a welcome surprise, what if my body couldn't take care of the baby due to my condition?
"I'm scared Marty. What if-well what if I lose the baby I would never forgive myself," I told him. By this time we had made it to the car. He placed me inside and was texting on his phone as he slid in the driver's side of the car. He looked to me.
"If you lose this baby then we will be more careful to not get you pregnant again. I won't lose you. You are everything to me," he said as he leaned across with his large hand caressing my stomach as he kissed me passionately causing my toes to curl. Even in my emotional turmoil he could make me forget my own name.
