Mismatch Lovers

Chapter 33

*Emma's POV*

The day Killian realized I was beginning to really show was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen. Like a kid on Christmas morning, he was practically in awe. I was about twelve weeks now with my bump growing quickly, but we hadn't made it to the doctor yet. We hadn't even told anyone yet despite running into almost everyone, the cooler weather allowing me to wear much baggier clothes.

Today, though, we were headed to the hospital. It still made me nervous to be going in town, but I was more worried about what could happen if I put this off any longer. I needed to make sure our baby was okay, and Killian promised the doctor would be discreet.

"You ready, love?" Killian asked, coming down the stairs to check on me and getting a small smile when he saw me studying my belly in the mirror. "Still not used to it?"

"Not really," I laughed a bit, smoothing my sweater over the small bump again. "I'm hoping after we see the little one today it'll be a little less... strange."

"Aye, I'm sure it will," he tried to reassure me, coming to slide his arms around my waist. "But it'd probably help if we actually told anyone as well."

"I guess so," I agreed, worrying my lip between my teeth. "But the second we tell one person the whole town will know, and you know how they are. Besides, what if that gets my parents back on my case?"

"Emma," he tried, his tone cautious. "I know how much they hurt you, and I've fought with them about it every time they approach me... but don't you want our child to know their family?"

"Of course I do," I sighed, more frustrated with myself than with him. He hadn't brought it up for weeks. "But even if I could think of a single thing to say to them, I don't know how to contact them to even set something up. I waited too long, what if they've moved on?"

"You're their child. No matter what mistakes they've made in the past, they're not going to just give up on you," he told me without a bit of doubt in his voice, tucking my hair behind my ear. "They left me their number, so why don't I call them and set something up? I'll even go with you when you meet them."

"You promise?" I asked and he gave me a nod, my heart relaxing only slightly when I stood up on my toes to hug him tightly. "Thank you. This means so much to me, I can't even tell you."

"You don't have to," he assured me, holding me close and pressing a kiss to my neck. "You're something of an open book."

"Am I?" I teased him, pulling away to meet his eyes with my arms still draped around his neck.

"Quite," he grinned, making me giggle when he jerked me closer by my hips. Why don't we go see our little one, yeah?"

"Okay," I said simply, giving him a chaste kiss before we left for the hospital. Thankfully they took us right back so no one saw us, giving me a gown to change into and a blanket to cover my legs. "Well, at least they should be able to use the abdominal ultrasound instead of the probe."

"Which is probably even worse than it sounds," he grimaced slightly, setting my clothes on the chair and standing next to me as I sat on the table. "How long before we know if it's a boy or girl?"

"Another couple of months I think," I answered just before the doctor came in. After quite a few questions we finally got to the ultrasound, the coarse picture of our child filling the screen. "So... is everything okay?"

"Well," the doctor started, tapping a key to let the vaguely distorted sound of the baby's heartbeat fill the room. "I'd like to run a few blood tests to be sure since it took so long to get you in, but so far everything looks normal."

"Really?" I asked hopefully, emotion making my throat tight and tears blurring my vision. "Its healthy and everything? We don't need to worry?"

"Like I said, I have to run some tests, but no, I wouldn't worry," he answered with an almost amused smile as he printed the picture and gave it to me along with something to clean off my stomach. "I'll call you about the test results, but if everything checks out, I'll see you in a month."

The doctor left us alone, giving me a chance to acknowledge that Killian had been silent this entire time. I looked over at him, his face frozen with tears brimming in his eyes. I sat up at put my hand on his cheek, his eyes snapping down to mine.

"Hey," I smiled softly, wiping a freed tear with my thumb. "How you doing? You okay?"

"Aye," He answered hoarsely, clearing his throat. "I-i-its j-j-just... a-a-a l-l-lot."

"And you're sure you're on board?" I asked again, always afraid he'd change his mind and leave me again. "If you're not ready, I can do this myself-"

"No!" He stopped me quickly, his hands going up to cup my face. "I-I can d-d-do this, i-i-its wonderful. A-and I'm n-not l-l-losing you again. Not again."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I stopped his stuttering, pulling him down so I could hug him tightly. "I'm not going anywhere, I just wanted to be sure you weren't either. Just breathe."

"Sorry," he sighed, relaxing with a deep breath let out into my hair. "Its just... every time I think about how much I've missed you, I just..."

"I know," I soothed him, running my fingers through his hair. "But you're never getting rid of me now, so relax, okay?"

He nodded and pulled away, kissing me gently before helping me up. I got dressed and made my appointment for next month, our hands twined as we walked to the garage. I took my place behind the desk, setting to work while he did the same.