Falling

Chapter Nine

"So they want me, to let them stick a needle into my baby?" Sarah asked, horror covering her features. Owen's face mirrored her's as Amelia sat talking to Sarah.

"No Sarah, they want to use a needle to take a sample of the amniotic fluid. It's called an amniocentesis, it will test a lot of other things, but the cops think they can use it to try and find your attacker. They have to do it before the twentieth week, it could be their best chance of catching him."

"Could it hurt my baby?" Amelia stalls.

"There is a small chance of the baby getting hurt or being miscarried." Almost in sync Sarah said:

"It's not happening." As Owen said:

"No way in hell."

"Sarah." Amelia said, but she knew it was unfair to push Sarah, she'd only just gotten slightly comfortable with the idea of this baby, pushing was not a good idea.

So instead twenty weeks came and went, without an amniocentesis and without an abortion. Instead she and Owen were training like crazy preparing to go to Barcelona. Dr Rhimes took some convincing but eventually agreed that at five months pregnant Sarah could be allowed to fly. She even offered to go with them to ensure nothing happened to Sarah. Instead the four of them, Vic, Owen, Amelia and Sarah, learnt all they could about Sarah's pregnancy, much to the embarrassment of Sarah.

Owen kept on making comments whenever she got emotional or stressed about her hormone levels. She was just glad he didn't comment on how huge she felt she was getting. She felt like all of her hard work to get fit and slim in her early teenage years had been thrown out the window.

The three of them were making sure that no matter what happened to Sarah on that trip, that she would be okay. She felt as if they were a whole bunch of mother hens fussing over her constantly, not that she was going to complain. However, nothing prepared her for the discomfort on that trip. She had begrudgingly given her window seat to Owen and so was seated in between him and Vic, Amelia was in another row. Around two in the morning at home and who knew what time in the air, she felt it.

Kicks harder than she had ever experienced, painful and her feet felt twelve times their normal size, her bladder could fit the moon inside with how huge it felt and she felt like she were stretching out.

She breathed deeply and went to wake Vic. Yet, Vic looked so peaceful, she knew Vic had been struggling with sleep. For Vic sleeping on a plane was a big deal, she wasn't fond of flying. So Sarah couldn't bare to wake her. Her eyelashes were kissing her cheeks and the lightest snores drifted to her ears as she bounced painfully in her sleep.

Deciding the smell of urine for seemingly countless more hours would be worse, she woke Vic. Vic mumbled but saw the desperation in Sarah's eyes and helped her get out of the row. Being pregnant, they let Sarah to the front of their line, while a middle aged woman glared at her back.

When Sarah exited she felt bright red, not that it showed in her face when she'd checked in the mirror, but she felt boiling. Her entire body felt hot and swollen and huge.

The woman was still in line when Sarah was walking back to her seat, she grabbed Sarah by the elbow.

"Can you even support that?" The woman asked her. Sarah looked into her pretty light brown eyes. Her hair was cut just above her shoulders, styled in a way that made it look good even then, after so many hours of flying.

"Excuse me?" Sarah asked, if her face had felt vermillion before, now it felt a deep crimson.

"Can you even support that child?" She asked staring intently at her stomach, Sarah already felt self conscious at her hulking mass.