Moving Forward

Part 39

Emily Prentiss' POV

I know it must be a false positive. Since yesterday, I shed a lot of tears. Because if it's not a false positive, the chances of having a miscarriage are huge and I can't stand losing another baby. Anyway, I'm not ready to be pregnant because Oliver is the sun of my life.

I'm now in the car with Aaron. I called Penelope to watch Oliver with Carolyn. She asked why I looked like crap and why she had to watch Oliver. I only thanked her and she understood so she didn't ask any more questions.

We're our way to the clinic. I didn't sleep last night. I had bad nausea. I don't want to call them morning sicknesses yet because I'm not sure to be pregnant.

We arrive at the clinic. We get out of the car and we walk to the reception. Aaron asks to see Dr. Mendez. Dr. Mendez is Oliver's doctor. She's also my doctor and Aaron's.

"She's not available now."

"It's an emergency," Aaron says.

"What's your name?"

"Aaron Hotchner, but I'm here for Emily Prentiss."

The receptionist takes her phone and calls Dr. Mendez.

"She will be there in a few minutes. Just wait in the waiting room."

The minutes passed and Dr. Mendez finally arrives.

"Ms. Prentiss and Mr. Hotchner."

We get up and we walk in the room.

"So, how's going Oliver?"

"Pretty well," Aaron answers.

I'm about to throw up and Aaron looks at me.

"But we're not here for that," he says.

"Why are you here?" She asks.

"It has been a few weeks that I didn't have my period and I have nausea. But, since my abduction, the doctor told me I couldn't get pregnant. So I adopted Oliver. Yesterday, I did a pregnancy test and it was positive and..." I say, very fast as my eyes fill up with tears.

"I understand," Dr. Mendez declares. "Can you take place on the bed and pull up your shirt, please?"

I stand up and I lay down on the bed. Then, I pull my shirt. Dr. Mendez puts some gel on my middle and passes the sonde over it. She seems to search something but she doesn't seem to find it. She looks worried. I know something isn't right. She takes the sonde and replaces it. She apologizes and goes outside.

I feel the tears falling over my cheeks. Aaron wipes them and holds my hand. He also knows something isn't right.

Dr. Mendez comes back with another doctor.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Johnson." he says.

He passes the sonde over my belly. After a few minutes, we finally hear it: a heartbeat. The first thing I can do is laughing while I shed tears of joy. But I quickly stop when I realize how big the chances of having a miscarriage are.

"Will it last?" I ask the doctors.

"As you weren't supposed to get pregnant. Dr. Mendez will watch your pregnancy every week till you reach the tenth week and then it'll be one week out of two. But we don't assure you that you'll reach the end of your pregnancy. The chances you have a miscarriage are high. If it was what you wanted to know," Dr. Johnson declares.

"Can I hear it again?" I ask.

"What?" Dr. Mendez asks.

"The heartbeat."

"Of course," Dr. Johnson answers, putting the sonde on my middle.

And as I hear the heartbeats, I close my eyes and I live the moment.