I go another three weeks before I've had enough of feeling like crap. I've been off work more than I've been at work since I'm not ready to face them. Harry laughs at me and I know it's because the doctor could help me with this but I'm being stubborn. He stares at me while we're in the bathtub soaking and I know he's got something on his mind.
"Tomorrow you have an appointment. I've already squared away work but I can't be there. I can't get out of this meeting and they are expecting me to present the project up for review."
"I would have made an appointment, eventually."
"You wouldn't have, I've been watching you for the last three weeks' struggle with this. Get it taken care of and see what she can do for you."
"Thanks for thinking of me. I'm just being stubborn."
"This one better be a girl." He says to me and I laugh since I know that if this one is a girl we're done having babies. Once the water is cold we go to bed where like every other night we end up tangled in the sheets breathing heavy.
My doctor is staring at me and I'm not really looking at her but I know she's waiting for me to say something.
"Tell me what brought you in today."
"Well Harry made the appointment or I would be at home sick."
"So, you're sick, or you think you're pregnant. I am a lady doctor can't help you with being sick." She laughs
"I'm 50% sure I'm pregnant."
"Why only 50%?"
"I took four tests two were positive the other two were negative."
"Then let's do some other forms of tests and we'll give you an answer. You seem unsure of this are you and Harry doing ok?"
"We're doing great. I've just never had the opportunity to try and get pregnant. It's always just happened."
"So, you're not doubting your just unsure of how it feels to try and succeed?"
"Right."
She has a tech come in and take some blood but she said that would take a few days. The tech pulled in an ultrasound machine and she started looking. I was shocked that it would be this easy to see, but we look and she pauses. I'm uneasy with the face she's giving me but it can't be that bad, can it?
"You should call your husband and share the news with him."
His phone rings twice before he picks up and his voice is happy but I'm not sure how happy about this he's going to be.
"I have something I want you to see." I say putting him on the video chat.
I flip the screen so he's now looking away from me. He sees the doctor and she takes the phone putting it near the screen for him to see.
"Why are there two blobs there?" He says sounding panicked.
"There are two there because you've been blessed with twins." The doctor says looking at me.
I'm on the verge of a breakdown, I wanted one more not two more. I can't stop crying and now that it seems like we're out of room at our place. Harry is rambling on the phone but it's nothing but encouraging. I leave her office more afraid then I was before I got here.
I drive without a destination, but I find myself at the cemetery. I'm sitting on the ground between all the stones looking at the sky wondering how we deserved to have two lives instead of one. I feel numb from the cold and from the feelings that are about to wash over me. Tears stream down my face steadily as I think about what we're going to do now. I'm happy we're pregnant I just wasn't expecting there to be two in there. I talk to myself for a while as I cry more unable to feel anything other then sad. I hear a car coming my way, but at this point I'm not sure I care who it is. The car pulls up behind mine and I know it's Harry. Next thing I know he's pulling me up off the ground into his arms. He's warm and I let it consume me, but he's not talking yet.
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Forced to be Mrs. Styles
FanfictionLeft alone in this world after a tragic accident that took the lives of her parents and her younger brother. 16-year-old Elenor is faced with her parent's wishes. A marriage to a stranger named Harry Styles is not what she had in mind, but as her pa...
