Forced to be Mrs. Styles

~Chapter 23~

There are always going to be people that aren't happy for you and that things that you've been doing. For me I know my parents are proud of the people my husband Harry and I have become. His parents on the other hand are not so proud. His mother struggles with the way we live and the number of children we have. I'm not sure what it is to her but she seems to always find something wrong with our good news. Everyone knows that once again Harry and I are expecting but they are unaware that we're having twins. I just wish his parents would be as happy for us as my grandparents are for us. Since they live in Russia we don't get to see them that often, but they are always happy to hear how we are doing.

As with every pregnancy comes visits with a doctor but my doctor likes to see me more often and takes extra special care of us. My last pregnancy nearly killed me due to a mistake my old doctor made. He never told me about a complication that if he would have mentioned it neither of us could have died. Harry joins me today at our 18 weeks' appointment and I'm hoping we're going to find out what the babies are. I'm rooting for at least one girl but the chances of that happening are slim. It never ceases to amaze me that Harry is a site for the ladies here in the office. I think it makes me jealous that these ladies are always staring at him. I stare at him too, but I've also seen him naked and I've married him. He soaks it all in but sometimes I think it embarrasses him, it's not all the time ladies freak out over him. He is a stunning individual and I am the only lucky lady who holds the keys to his heart.

Once we get put into a room it's silent and I know Harry is happy for that. I must laugh at him since here is really the only place that the ladies are vocal and flirty with him. I know It's no harm since he's got me, but I know he wouldn't hurt me. As soon as the doctor comes in she looks to me then to Harry and says.

"No wonder the ladies are in an uproar around here. You brought us some eye candy." She laughs

"You can't tell me I'm the only good looking guy that ever comes in here."

"No, but you're the only one who looks like you do."

"I guess." He says

She chats with us about everything from daily activities to our most intimate moments. We don't normally share that information but she's trying to gauge what information she needs to give us. She makes sure to take the time to check and make sure all the babies' life lines are in the right place. I'm glad to hear that she is confident that they are where they should be.

"As of now I see nothing wrong in there. Everything looks like it's where it's supposed to be. I want you to take these papers and read them then fill them out."

"What are they for?"

"There is basic information about the growth of the babies and how much bigger you will get. The papers are for you two to discuss such as how you want to deliver and how soon we will deliver."

"How soon will you deliver them?" I ask

"Right now, I want you to get them to 32 weeks. If we can get further that's great but by that time there isn't going to be much more room in there."

"Fill these out for the next time and you'll do what with them?"

"I will put them in your file for when the time comes. When you're ready for delivery we will adjust it if we must. I know that last surgery was hard and if can I'd like for you to avoid having another surgery like that."

"What if we have no choice?"

"Then we will do what is best for the three of you."

That was all I needed to know. I needed to know that they would do what was best for all of us. I didn't care what they would have to do if they did what they had to, to save our babies. She pulled out the ultrasound machine and scanned everything again. She's double checking herself and she is much nicer than my other doctor ever was. He was never interested in my wants and needs.