Too Many Temptations

Chapter 13: Confirmation

You lay flat on your back, counting the panels in the ceiling. You gulped hard, and forced back tears as your gynecologist prodded at your cervix.

"Well." The female doctor sat up, and began pulling off her latex gloves. "Everything looks fine." The woman smiled as she stood and began jotting things down on a nearby clip board.

"That's... that's it?" You asked hesitantly as you scooted your bottom back on the examination table, and pushed your thighs back together.

The woman didn't look up at you, she continued to scribble notes on the paper. "Well yes, besides the ultrasound."

"ULTRASOUND?!" You knew you were pregnant but you didn't think this was going to happen already, would you get to see your baby today?!

"Yes, dear. I'll be back in just a minute. I need to grab the equipment." She smiled at you as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Your gaze was locked on the wall directly across from you, but your thoughts were still in Japan. It's been about a month since you returned, and you still can't seem to sort your feelings. You didn't officially break up with Jimin, but you didn't quit seeing the other members either. Mostly... Jungkook. His name seemed to pop up on your phone screen more often than Jimin's lately, and he was always over your apartment. It was hard not to fall for the kid, he was so sweet and so cute, and the way he touched you was just so....

"Okay! You ready?" A female nurse smiled at you, interrupting your thoughts. She squeezed some blue gel from a bottle, onto a wand looking device. "Okay so I'm just going to insert this inside of you, and we'll be able to tell how far along you are."

You lay back down, eyes fixated on the machines monitor, anticipating the image of your unborn child.

Suddenly, there it was. Your hand cupped your mouth as tears began to well in your eyes. A tiny, lima bean baby. The nurse smiled as she continued to click buttons on the keyboard, freezing some images and measuring the fetus. "I'd say about 5 or 6 weeks." She said sweetly without even looking at you.

You spend the next twenty minutes answering questions about when your last period was, what hospital you'd like to give birth at, and all the information regarding your medical history. The nurse did her best not to give a judging glance when you mumbled you weren't sure who the father was.

Moments later you head out of the office, some photos of your baby in hand, and you set your GPS for the Big Hit company building.