"I'll try," she said as he walked away
"Try not to lose you."
Two vibrant hearts could change.
Nothing tears the being more than deception,
unmasked fear
"I'll be here waiting." tested and secure
Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold
Peyton's POV
"Hey." He murmured softly in my ear, kissing my cheek. "Wake up."
I didn't want to wake up. I was tired and I wanted to sleep.
"Peyton." He murmured and I turned my head slightly, letting him kiss me. "We need to get up." He murmured against my lips and I opened my eye's looking at him.
"I guess." I whispered, although I really didn't want to.
"You go shower." He whispered. "And I'll get breakfast."
I laid there looking at him as he threw the covers back, getting up. He stood there, in just his boxer shorts and smiled at me. And that was the reason I did not want to get out of bed.
"Come on sleepy head." He said and I sat up, throwing my leg's over the side of the bed.
"Ugh." I groaned, getting up and heading into the bathroom, listening to him chuckle at me.
I turned on the shower and jumped in, washing my hair and by the time I finished I was feeling a little bit better.
I climbed out, drying myself and looking at myself in the mirror. I was getting fat. I know I was pregnant, but I wasn't far enough along to have a tummy like this. I stood side on, looking at it, my stomach was definitely fatter.
"What's taking so long?" Matt asked, walking in.
"I'm fat." I groaned.
"Peyton, you're pregnant." He smiled, pulling me into his arm's.
"Not that pregnant."
He pushed me away a little, looking down at my stomach. "I like it." He murmured, placing his hand on it.
"I'm glad." I sighed. "Because it's only going to get worse."
He smiled, kissing me softly and I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away. "Let me get dressed." I murmured. "Or we'll be late."
"Okay okay." He said smiling.
Today was my appointment with my Obstetrician, we were getting a scan done, finding out exactly how far along this pregnancy actually was. By my calculations I was maybe 13 weeks, but my stomach just looked bigger than that, so now I wasn't sure.
I ate breakfast while Matt showered and by the time I'd finished he was ready. I grabbed my bag and we headed out to the car.
The traffic was atrocious and I laid back, closing my eye's, while Matt swore under his breath and occasionally reached over to squeeze my leg, or my boob.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, opening my eye's and he just smiled, using all of his dimpled power.
"Are you?" He grinned.
I smiled and reached over, taking his hand and holding it until we finally arrived.
We headed inside where I filled out a mountain of paperwork and sat amongst women who were at varying stages of pregnancy. Some were huge and I tried to imagine myself like that. It wasn't pretty.
"Peyton Lane."
I looked up to see a nurse standing there, clutching my chart and smiling. I stood up and Matt took my hand, following her into a room.
"Sit." She directed us. "Dr Martin will be with you shortly."
We sat down and I looked around the room, feeling slightly intimidated. What the fuck was I doing? I knew nothing about pregnancy or having kids. What the hell was I doing here?
Suddenly the doctor walked in, introducing himself to Matt and I and shaking our hands.
"So Peyton, today we're going to do a few blood tests, examine you and give you a scan." He explained and I nodded. "Any questions at this stage?"
I shook my head, my mind was blank.
He smiled nodding. "You head through that door." He told me pointing. "Wanda will take your bloods, get changed and me and Matthew will meet you next door."
Great, now I was being separated from Matt and he must have sensed my anxiety because he gave my hand a gentle squeeze before I left the room.
Wanda the nurse made small talk while she stuck a giant needle in my arm and took a huge amount of blood. I was surprised I had any left, then she directed me to get changed into a gown that left little to the imagination.
Finally I entered a room and Matt was sitting there, flicking through a pregnancy magazine with his eyebrows raised. The poor guy. He didn't sign up for any of this. He looked up and smiled at me as I climbed up onto a table.
"I'll start." Wanda explained, pulling up my gown and squirting freezing cold gel onto my stomach. "Dr Martin will be in shortly."
I didn't say anything, at this point I was incredibly overwhelmed and I felt like bursting into tears.
Matt pulled his chair closer, taking my hand and looking at the screen as she began the scan. I watched her move the scanner across my abdomen, then stop, click a few buttons then stare at the screen. She did this several times and each time she did it, her face would change, her brow creasing, frowning and I began to get a horrible feeling.
"Is everything alright?" I blurted.
"Huh?" She mumbled, moving then clicking. "Yeah, let me get the doctor." And I watched her walk out of the room.
I looked at Matt. "Something is wrong."
"It's not." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "It looks fine."
I glared at him. "How can you tell?" And he chuckled.
"You're right. That." He said indicating the screen. "Just looks like fuzz, but Peyton, it's okay." And he kissed me softly.
We were interrupted as the door opened and Dr Martin and Wanda came back in, going back to the moving of the scanner, the clicking of the keyboard.
"Right." The Doctor suddenly said. "See this." He said pointing at the screen. "This is your baby's heartbeat." And I smiled, you could really see it, beating away. "And." He said, moving the scanner again. "See this." He said pointing, and I looked at what appeared to be the same thing. "This is your baby's heartbeat."
I looked at the screen. Something was wrong with my baby. It had two hearts and I burst into tears. 'Oh no." I cried while Matt squeezed my hand.
"Yes." The doctor exclaimed, smiling widely. "Twins."
The fuck? Did he say twins?
"I'm sorry?" Matt asked.
"Congratulations, you're having twins." And he looked so happy, at least someone was. "And you're calculations were right Peyton, you are about thirteen weeks."
I wasn't prepared for one baby, now he was telling me we were having twins.
"Twins." Matt said softly and I felt my stomach drop. He had trouble coming to terms with one child, how would he deal with the thought of twins.
I closed my eye's, refusing to look at him because I did not want to see the disappointment on his face.
The disappointment that I knew would be there.
