Unpredictable (Sequel to Un-be-lieveable)

Chapter 19 - Oblique?

Here we were again. Me facing the mirror and worrying that there was something wrong with my baby. He was definitely not straight up and down, but to the side slightly. I ran my hands over my protruding belly and looked down. I just hope he's okay. This was awful. I couldn't have a normal baby? Will his crookedness affect him? Affect the birth? Oh god please don't let it affect the birth. I already know it's going to be horrid, I don't need it being any worse.

Clicking my phone on I checked the time. 8:36. I still had quite some time until I had to leave with Toby to the hospital. Blech. Hospitals. I hate them. They say that places like that are totally sterile and all that mumbo jumbo, but lets be real, it's full of sick people. How sterile is that? Not very let me tell you something. I sighed and grabbed my Kelly green Tobuscus tee off the closed toilet seat and slipped it on, fixing my flat ironed hair and checking my makeup before exiting the bathroom and into Toby and I's messy bedroom.

I really should clean shouldn't I?

But if I try Toby will stop me won't he? His being so cautious. It's cute, but it's getting a little annoying.

I chuckled and kicked a pair of dirty jeans up and caught them with my right hand. Subsequently basketball shooting them into the laundry basket. I did this for a couple of items on the ground, pushed heelys and flats and converse to one side of the room, sorting them as I went. Until finally the room looked fairly descent. I smiled at my accomplishment, and that I completed it without Toby checking up in me. I then noticed the faint sounds of an oh-so familiar outro and smiled wider.

That's why.

Slipping my Union Jack converse on I walked out of the now semi-presentable room to lean on the doorway, watching my love, my husband and father to be, finish doing what he loves to do. Record his gaming videos. "Well hello there hothothot." He said as he got up, snaking his arms around my waist, and pulling me close. I giggled and pecked his cheek. "Are you ready to head out?" He asked me.

I groaned and threw my head backward in a child-like way. "No. Not really. Hospitals are nasty."

"Don't be a big baby." he laughed. "We have to go. Don't you wanna know what Ana is doing?" he smirked and layed his hand on my lopsided belly. Even now we were still arguing on the gender of our baby.

I sighed and rest my head on his chest, thinking about what our life would end up like once we had our baby. Would we have more? MORE?! How many are you talking Emerald? My brain screamed. Jesus chill me. Maybe one more. Try for a boy and a girl? Having a son first would be great. Have him be about, oh I don't know, four of five before we try for another. Either way, girl or boy he could defend his younger sibling. I wish Ian had been there for me growing up.. That would have been nice. Snapping out of my daze I realized Toby had taken me to the car.

"Oh Emerald, what am I going to do with you?" Toby chuckled, opening the passenger side door for me.

Playfully I smacked his chest and shimmied my way into the car. "Oh hush. It's the pregnancy brain you know?" I joked.

"Oh okay, suurre. Have you been pregnant the whole time I've know you then?" He laughed his loud laugh.

"Possibly. You don't know that." I retorted sassily and stuck my tongue out.

"Well who's the daddy then?" He raised a brow.

"The AIR." I replied dramatically. "Plot twist, I've always been pregnant. I should go on that show 'I didn't know I was pregnant'." I giggled, rubbing my belly.

Toby sighed, after we had our laughing fit, and pulled out of the driveway. "This is why I love you Emerald." He smiled.

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"Everything seems to be a okay with your baby Mr and Mrs Turner." The bright young nurse told us after my ultrasound was complete. "Do you have any questions? About anything?"

I looked to Toby, and he gave me a look that said I should say it. He was right. I needed to get over my fear of speaking to people. "Uh yes," I said and cleared my voice. Traces of my accent appearing. "He's just like, a little lopsided." I mustered.

The nurse smiled and said, "There's no need to worry about that. He or she is just a tad oblique." Toby and I both looked at her confused. She laughed and continued. "Your baby's head is lying on your hip, instead of your lower uterus. This is not the optimum way for your single child to lay, we consider it malposition, meaning your baby is not tipped in the correct position. Unfortunately, they're may not be much you can do. Tell me, how long have you seen your baby in this crooked position?"

I looked to Toby and gave him a weird-ish frown. He returned my look with wide eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Since I could just barely see a bump." I said finally.

"Mhmm." The nurse said. "Although you have good birthing hips," she started as she got out a tape measurer. "Your torso is not very long." I blushed at he statement, knowing quite well of my un-proportional body. "Even so, if it's been that long, it could be that your uterus is tilted. But the second is highly unlikely, because in that case, it would cause you to have fertility problems, and not this."

"Is there anything we can do to try and replace her?" Toby said finally speaking up.

"Emerald can try doing forward leaning inversions." The nurse said, flipping through her book and pulling out a paper. "Follow these instructions to allow more room in the lower uterus for the baby to hopefully drop into. You should be fine if you do not, the worst that will happen is that you could get a caesarian if your child is not coming out in the correct way. But before that, the doctors will probably have you do these while you are in labour."

"Would it cause discomfort if he did drop? You know, since I have a small torso." I asked.

"It could quite possibly. He or she could be comfortable the way he or she is now. And also for you, once he or she becomes bigger." The nurse said.

Toby and I nodded, in some silent

agreement that we did not have anymore questions. He stood and helped me up as we thanked the nurse and left. Oblique, huh. That's great, because I really do NOT want a Caesarian section.

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HEY BABES!

It's been a ding dong damned time hasn't it! Ughh I'm sooooo sorry. I lost a lot of interest in this story because I thought of the ending, and I can just not think of a way there. But I think now that I've addressed this, that I might skip to it. I mean, I haven't watched a Toby video since the first time he did something with Markiplier. (Mm talk about yes honey.) Also, I'm starting up a new story, it won't be out for a long while, I'm hoping to get it out by the end of the year, but anyway is a Markiplier fanfic and it's quiet racy. And by that I mean there's a lot of HOT STEAMY SEX. I mean.. Uahh... It's a prostitute love story... ANYWAY. Soo yeah.

I love you, don't ever hurt yourselves.

Buh bye!

~ Brownie