A Waiting Game

The Fight

Olivia's POV

"El Honey, Melinda's here!" I say, walking to answer the door.

"I'm coming..." He says walking down the stairs.

I open the door and Melinda pulls me into a tight hug.

"Hi Melinda..." I say pulling away.

"Hi Olivia." She says with a smile, "You ready for your ultrasound?"

"Very..." I say, running a hand down my belly.

"Okay, the truck'll be here soon." She says.

"The truck?" I ask really confused.

"Don't worry about it." She says, "Cragen said there was a spare room I could set up in?"

"Yeah, it's back there." I say pointing down the hallway.

"Okay, I'll be bath there." She says

"El where are you?" I ask.

"I'm in Maureen's room." He says loudly.

He walks out of her bedroom with a worried look on his face.

"She's really sick, and she won't stop crying, and I don't know what's wrong..." He says.

"I'll take care of her..." I say running a hand through my hair.

"Mom to the rescue..." He says, kissing me on the forehead.

"Mo honey what's wrong?" I ask, kneeling by her bed, pushing her hair out of her face.

She won't stop crying.

"Honey you gotta talk to me." I say softly.

"I think, I think I'm pregnant." She says quietly.

"Okay honey, we're gunna figure this out okay?" I say softly, pushing her bangs out if her eyes.

"Your not mad?" She asks. "You don't hate me?"

"Honey no, I'm not thrilled about the idea of being a grandmother at 32, but no...." I say softly, "I could never hate you, you're my daughter, we're gunna figure this out, it doesn't matter what happens, we will all be okay..."

"Really?" She asks softly.

"Yeah, we're gunna get Melinda in here, and we're going to find out for sure before we worry about what needs to happen next." I say softly.

I walk quickly into the living room and. quietly ask Melinda to come with me and bring her stuff.

"Olivia what's going on?" She asks.

"Maureen might slightly think that she possibly maybe is pregnant, so I need you to give her an ultrasound just to make sure that she's not." I say awkwardly.

"Yeah, okay." She says.

We walk into Maureen's room and she's sitting awkwardly on her bed.

"Okay Maureen, I'm going to give you an ultrasound and then we'll go from there..." Melinda says.

"Okay..." She says quietly.

She starts the ultrasound and Maureen reaches for my hand.

"Honey you are not pregnant." Melinda says.

Maureen breathes a sigh of relief and I kiss her forehead.

"My best guess?" Melinda says, "You have a stomach virus, your period is late because of the recent stress..."