Nothing But The Truth

10

:::Emma's POV:::

My mother and I got up early and made it to my appointment right on time. On the way there we talked about the baby's room and how Patience had done a great job of converting the computer room into a nursery. Once we got back into the exam room the doctor checked the baby's heartbeat and all the normal procedures and stuff. I introduced her to my mom. She then told us she was sorry to hear about the loss of my dad and we chatted a few minutes about random things Then she sighed and wrote on her clipboard.

"Your baby is still breach. Since you're seven and a half months today if he doesn't turn around in the next month we'll have to look at the possibility of C-section." She told me.

"Is there anything I should be doing to try and make him move?" I asked.

"Nothing can make the baby turn really." She shrugged. "He'll do it on his own when he's ready. It's nothing to get worried about dear."

"Will I feel it when he turns?" I asked.

"Possibly. If he flips too fast or hard it could cause some discomfort for you. Also if he moves too fast it could detach the umbilical cord so if you actually feel him flip you better give me a visit." She said seriously. "Like I said though the chances of that are slim."

I just nodded and my mom squeezed my hand. The doctor set up my next appointment and we left. I sat behind the wheel of my car heading to the airport as my mom went on about how I shouldn't be stressing because its bad for the baby.

"And you need to tell that boy it's his baby! He's such a nice guy Emma Grace and I know I raised you better than this. You made it seem like you never saw him but it seems that you're good friends." She pointed out.

"I'm going to tell him Mom." I said sounding more sure than I felt. Just the thought of telling him makes me want to puke.

"He likes you ya know... Even though he doesn't think the baby's his. He wouldn't stick around if he didn't." She added.

"That's not what scares me." I sighed. "I worry that once I tell him it's his he won't want anything to do with the baby. Then in ten years I'll have to look at our son and tell him his dad didn't want to be in his life."

"Honey don't think like that. Drew's a nice boy and he'll love this baby." She encouraged me.

"And Drew's always on tour and junk. I don't want to him walking in and out on the kid. Won't screw him up? It'll tear the boy apart watching his dad leave all the time." I said.

"Are we talking about the baby or you?" She asked eyeing me with a knowing look.

"Mom, I'm serious." I rolled my eyes.

"So was I, Emma just tell him. You'll never know if you don't." She said as we pulled up to the airport.

We said our sad goodbyes and hugged then she was gone. I went back to my car and headed home. Once I was there I sat on the couch staring at my phone screen debating on calling Drew. I decided I'd wait until tomorrow.

Three days later I was back on the couch looking at my phone with my blood pressure up again. I was talking myself in and out of pressing the green call button near Drew's number much like I'd been doing the past few days. Just as I was about to press dial there was a loud knock on the door that echoed through the house. I got up and opened the door to find Wes holding a single white rose.

"Oh Emma, um, is Patience here?" He asked looking embarrassed.

"No, she's at work." I smiled. "Here come in." I stepped out of his way and he came in.

"I just wanted to stop by and talk to her, because yesterday I know I pissed her off when she was trying to study. She was really mad and I just wanted to tell her I was sorry." He was still talking but I stopped listening because my stomach started moving inside.

The baby was moving around and then I felt my stomach lurch. It felt like the baby did a somersault inside me! The words that the doctor said rang in my head as I started to panic. "Wes I hate to cut you off but do you think you can drive me to the hospital?" I asked sounding ready to pass out.

"What! Are you okay? Oh god are you going into labor?" He fired question after question.

"No no no, I'm only seven and a half months. It's just that the baby just like flipped inside me and I need to go have the doctor make sure he didn't hurt himself or anything." I explained grabbing my bag.

"Okay, yeah I'll take you. You seem too freaked to drive." He laughed.

"Wow thanks." I rolled my eyes. "Lets go."

:::Wes's POV:::

Emma's freaking me out. She looks scared sick and she's actually made me pull over twice to throw up. I'm no expert but I don't think that's normal. Maybe she's just really nervous. We pulled into the hospital and I parked and got out to help her.

"You don't have to come in with me." She assured me swatting my hand away as I tried to help her.

Her knees wobbled and I steadied her. "I'm not leaving you alone like this." I argued with her. "You can barely stand up you're so scared. I'm coming with you."

"Ugh!" She groaned and rolled her eyes.

Once we got inside she told the desk lady what was up and then we were told to take a seat and that the doctor would call us back. Emma told me to leave again but I refused. She's a nice girl and I know if something's wrong with this baby she's going to lose it. I don't want to think like that but if that's the case she's going to need someone here. Unfortunately I seem to be the only one available at the moment.

"Emma Denis!" A short woman called.

I helped Emma up and we followed the lady to a room down a long hall. She had Emma sit down and pull up her shirt exposing her stomach. The doctor was talking to Emma but I was watching her actions. She put some clear gel on Emma's belly and scanned over it with and wand nodding her head as Emma told her what had happened.

"Well the baby seems fine. He's turned in position above the birth cannal and his heart beat is normal and hes still attatched to the umbilical cord which is great. He hasn't caused any damage or danger to himself. I'd say in a month or so we'll have a little baby Chadwick." The doctor smiled at me.

I felt like she'd thrown a ton of bricks at me! Maybe I'm hearing things. I looked at Emma and by the look on her face, I'd heard the doctor correctly. "Chadwick?" I repeated looking still at Emma.

"Oh, you're not Drew the boyfriend?" The doctor sounded alarmed by her mistake. "I'm sorry, I was unaware. I just assumed." She trailed off.

"Boyfriend?" I asked trying to process. "Emma, what's happening here?"

"I'll leave you two alone for a moment." The doctor said slipping out the door.

I looked back at Emma waiting for her to say something. We just sighed and looked up meeting my eyes and started crying. The tears weren't going to work on me. I needed to know what the fuck was going on here! Is Drew her baby's dad? Does he know or has she not told him? Is he not telling me? So many things ran through my mind as I waited for her to stop crying. All I wanted to do today was stop by and say I was sorry for pissing Patience off. This was not part of my plan at all.