Letters From A Soldier

Chapter 15

As I drove home with my windshield wipers wiping away the multi-colored splatters I got looks from people in their own vehicles. I had to admit seeing a Ferrari stroll up to a stoplight with blue, green, and yellow paint ball splatters wasn't something you witnessed everyday. As I made it home and pulled into the garage I noticed an SUV parked outside our house. Why were the girls here? I walked it and saw them all sitting in the living room with Camila. They all looked at me as I put my arms out in confusion. "What's up?"

The green eyed girl stood up and walked over to me. In all my life I've never been afraid of a civilian... Until I pissed of Lauren Jauregui when she found out Camila was pregnant. She could melt you with those those eyes of green fire. "We're going to Camila's doctor appointment together. So uh change of that rainbow uniform you got on." How much did I hate Camila's intimidating best friend? Not a bit, but when the girl looks at me like she would kill me if I hurt Camila... It ran a chill up my spine. As I descended in new clothes we got in the SUV and left to the appointment. It was about a twenty minute drive to the clinic and in that time it felt suffocating. Letting someone else drive me somewhere scared me. Ever since I got back from my deployment, trusting someone else other than my squad members in the drivers seat was almost impossible. Camila knew this and took my hand in hers.

"Lakyn... Are you okay?" She asked while crushing my hand in worry. I just let out a simple nod and stared out the window. "You need to trust the girls. They're my second family." It wasn't like I didn't want to trust them, my brain just physically and mentally wouldn't allow it.

"It's not like it's a choice! You think I don't try, but seriously you have no idea how hard I'm fighting." The car parked and I hopped out without another word. Every time I step into a vehicle it feels like there's an IED an inch in front of it. Ever since I've been shot, all I can think about when I'm in a vehicle is 'I'm gonna get shot again' or 'there's an IED around this corner.'

We waited in silence as no one said a word. I knew Camila was just worried about my health. Maybe I shouldn't have snapped at her the way I did, but it's too late for that now. The doctor called Camila and I into the room. I sat down in one of those uncomfortable chairs next to the bed as the doctor got in her chair.

"Alright now I have a question for you, Lakyn." She clicked her pen and looked at me.

"Do you have any medical history of high blood pressure, diabetes, or any type mental disorder?"

"No." Camila clicked her tongue making me look at her. "Okay? Maybe minor PTSD? That's not genetic." I told the doctor who set her pen down.

"It actually can be genetic due to a recent study, it shows that a parent with psychiatric disorders can pass it onto their child." The doctor wrote it down making me run a hand through my hair.

"Oh great! Our child is gonna be sick right at birth because of me." I leaned my head back on the white wall in anger.

"It's very rare Miss. Carter. It's nothing you should worry about!" Camila took my hand to stop my thoughts from spreading even further. "It should be perfectly okay." I just nodded as she left to get the ultrasound ready.

"It should be perfectly okay." I mimicked mockingly when the door shut closed. Camila whacked my arm and laughed while putting her head down on the pillow.

"Lakyn, it'll be okay. Dr. Pierce knows what she's doing and talking about." I just grumbled and slouched in my chair while crossing my arms. "You're such a child." Camila leaned over and kissed my face.

"I am not a child! I am a well trained killer!" We argued back in forth about this until we heard the door shut.

"Well... Should we get started?" Dr. Pierce said while laughing a little.

"Yes, I apologize for that idiot." Camila jabbed me in the arm before allowing the doctor to begin. She put the gel on my fiancées stomach before moving her weird instrument around. It took a few seconds before she stopped and pointed at the screen.

"This is the baby. Would you like to know the gender?" She asked? Camila nodded while I shook my head no. I'd rather have it be a surprise. I left the room while the doctor told her the gender. After a few minutes Camila walked out with a huge grin on her face.

"Why didn't you want to know the gender?" She asked as we walked out into the waiting room.

"Either way, no matter the gender, I'll be happy." I kissed her temple before walking over to the girls with her. They bombarded us with questions that I let Camila answer.

"Do you know the gender?" Ally asked in excitement. Camila smiled at me as I plugged my ears and walked away. All the girls got really excited before looking at me. "You don't want to know?" Ally asked and I shook my head no.

"It wouldn't make a difference. I'd love either gender equally."
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So I kept hitting the damn publish button on accident. 🙄 That was annoying as hell. Twins, girl, or boy? I don't actually know. -socc3r4life