Forced to be Mrs. Styles

~Chapter 15~

The last six weeks have been a nightmare on my emotions and I know Harry isn't doing any better. We've since been cleared of all infections and are now able to visit our son in the NICU. We still haven't thought of a name for him but today after my appointment we plan to figure that out. Harry's at the gym while I sit and wait for my new doctor to be ready to see me.

I'm called back and the nurse chats with me about this and that then asks about our boy. I talk to her about him and I can't wait to see him today. He's growing well but they are not ready for him to leave there yet. The nurse leaves me in a room and it's not long before the doctor comes in.

"Hello Elenor, I'm Anna Daily and I'll be taking over your care." She says and I look at her.

She's got long blonde hair, she's fit and she's tall. She must see that I'm taking her in since this is the first time I'm seeing her.

"Do you always look at people that way when you first meet them?"

"Yes, it's how I take in what you look like. I did it to my husband too."

"Tell me a little bit about yourself and your husband."

"I'm 18 I met my husband through an arranged marriage my parents had set when they were killed. We have had one other pregnancy followed very closely by this one."

"What about your husband did you notice first?"

"That's an odd question to ask me, but his tattoos. He has this one that's on his throat I love it. It's a flower and even from the back of a church I could see what it was."

"He has a lot of elaborate ink I take it?"

"Yes, his entire upper half is covered and a good bit of his one leg."

"Now that we have that information I would like to get more personal. How many sexual partners have you had?"

"Just one."

"How about your husband."

"I have no idea."

"I want to ask you about your previous doctor, he made no note in here that you were having any problems."

'I'm not sure how he missed the problems I had but he did."

"Tell me about your first pregnancy."

"We had only been married five months when I found out I was pregnant. I could carry to 16 weeks. At 16 weeks, our son was born."

"Tell me about the second one."

"It was eight weeks after the miscarriage. I only found out two months later that I was pregnant for the second time."

"How did he handle that?"

"We were separated right before I found out and I didn't tell him until I was six and a half months along."

We talk more about the delivery and the things that happened at the hospital. She's nice but at this point I know she's going to yell at me about getting pregnant again so soon after the miscarriage. I don't blame her but we know. She starts to talk about options for the future such as birth control and how she thinks it will be a bigger help in preventing another pregnancy so soon. She goes on to do some exams and that's when she'll be able to tell me how much longer we must wait. Her exams hurt a lot nearly pushing me to cry. She tells me about her findings and it looks like it's going to be another long six weeks. Harry isn't going to be happy to hear that. She sends me on my way and I have everything I need. I make a stop at the drug store and pick up the birth control she gave me then head home where Harry isn't there yet.