The Quiet Voice | Complete

Chapter 15

A few months had gone by since the wedding and Jonathan and Chelsea had settled into their new home. They were so happy and felt their lives perfectly falling into place.

Chelsea woke up feeling terrible, again. She had a pounding headache and her body hurt all over. She'd been feeling that way for a few days and even though she tried to self-medicate herself, nothing helped.

By day five of Chelsea not feeling well, Jonathan had had enough and decided to take her to the doctor to find out what was wrong. He was convinced that she had the terrible flu that was going around, and didn't want to wait any longer to get it sorted out.

Chelsea hadn't been to the doctor in quite a while, so the doctor decided to draw some blood for tests just to be on the safe side.

Chelsea was cuddled up on the couch with a warm cup of honey tea when her cellphone rang.

"Hello, Chelsea speaking," she answered trying to sound as polite as she possibly could, feeling the way that she did.

"Good morning Chelsea, it's Dr. Kingston calling," replied the voice. "I'm calling to give you feedback on the blood tests we ran. Is now a good time to speak?"

Chelsea sat up straight on the couch answering, "good morning doctor, yes now is a good time."

"Well, looking at the results, there's nothing to worry about. All the tests came back negative... except for one," the doctor didn't quite know how to break the news to Chelsea, so she just came right out with it. "Chelsea, you're pregnant."

It took Chelsea a few seconds before she could respond. "Did I hear you correctly? I'm pregnant?" Her ears must have been deceiving her. She and Jonathan weren't even trying to get pregnant.

"Yes, my dear," giggled her doctor hearing the surprise in her voice, "you should be about nine weeks along now. It would be a good idea for you to schedule an appointment with your gynae so that you can have your first scan to make sure that everything is fine with the baby too."

"Thank you for the news," replied Chelsea almost at the same time as disconnecting the call. She was in such shock that she completely forgot how to end a phone call properly, not even giving the doctor time to say goodbye.

I'm pregnant? I'm pregnant! Oh, my goodness, oh my goodness.

Chelsea planned a special evening to break the news to Jonathan. She cooked his favourite meal, put on the stunning dress he bought for her while on their honeymoon and decorated the dinner table as romantically as possible.

She placed two red roses and a white one in a vase in the middle of the table and lit two vanilla scented candles. The table was perfect.

Jonathan arrived home from work and, as always, was extremely happy to see Chelsea. He couldn't help but admire her in the beautiful dress that she was wearing. She looked radiant.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.

"Welcome home husband," she giggled, loving having him so close to her. "I hope you're hungry, I made all your favourite dishes."

"Ooh, it must be my lucky day," he said rubbing his tummy and leading her towards the dinner table.

They had a lovely dinner together and afterwards he asked her about the roses. "Babes, I noticed that there are only three roses in the vase. Two red and one white. Why?"

Chelsea gave a shy smile and answered, "well, you know that I always put two roses in a vase when we have dinner? Tonight, I added a third one. A white one."

"Why a white one?" asked Jonathan confused.

"A white rose symbolises 'promise'," she began. "Our white rose symbolises the promise from God which is currently growing inside of me."

Before she knew it, Jonathan had her swept up in his arms giggling and turning around in a circle. Happiness glowing on his face as he kept saying over and over again, "we're having a baby?... We're having a baby!"

The next few weeks were full of gynae visits and getting furniture for the baby's room.

By thirteen weeks they found out that their little gift was a baby girl. Chelsea initially decided to decorate the baby's room with neutral colours until they knew the sex. She was so excited to find out that they were having a little girl. She immediately added lilac tulips and butterfly decorations to the room... thinking about Angela.

The pregnancy had been so easy that Chelsea often forgot that she needed to take it easy. She'd heard so many stories of mothers having terrible pregnancies full of nausea and illness, but she was making the most of every moment. She absolutely loved being pregnant and looked more radiant as the days went by.

It was at fourteen weeks when Chelsea had her next visit with the gynae. She'd been having some stomach pain and wanted to have it checked out. She was sure that it was a routine check-up, so she didn't bother asking Jonathan to go with her.

After waiting for 20 minutes in the waiting room, it was Chelsea's turn to see the gynae. All the routine questions were asked, she was weighed and gave a urine sample. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Next came the ultrasound, Chelsea's favourite part. She just loved hearing her little angel's heartbeat and seeing how she'd grown.

Chelsea put on the back-to-front gown, got onto the bed and lay down waiting.

Her gynae entered the room and began prepping the ultrasound machine. She squeezed some gel onto Chelsea's belly and rubbed the wand over it, making sure that she got the position just right so that she could see the baby and hear the heartbeat.

Chelsea noticed that it was taking a bit longer than normal for the gynae to find the heartbeat and began to worry. "Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Have you felt her move at all today?" asked the gynae still moving the wand over her belly.

"Not really," admitted Chelsea and she immediately began to pray that everything was fine with her little angel.

"I hate to tell you this," began the gynae, "but I can't find a heartbeat... I'm sorry but you seem to have miscarried."

Chelsea couldn't say a word. She simply placed her hands on her abdomen, closed her eyes and let the tears run freely as she prayed for her little girl stolen from her far too soon.

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