The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Empty at the News

A/N:This story contains themes of a sensitive nature

"Elizabeth?" The nurse enters the waiting room calling my name to let me know that it's my turn to be seen by the doctor. Harry places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the door as we make our way back into the exam room. "Room number 3 please." She points the way towards the room, allowing my husband and I to enter before her.

"Hey, I love you." Harry whispers in my ear, giving me a kiss on my temple. My husband's lips feel soft and warm against my skin, and his statement calms the butterflies that are flying frantically with worry in my stomach. I sit up on the exam table and let out a deep breath as I run my fingers along the hem of my shirt.

"So what's been going on?" The nurse asks as she sits at the computer.

"I've been feeling some cramping. I'm just a little worried; didn't have this with my first pregnancy." My voice is shaky as I explain the symptoms I've been experiencing for the last 22 hours.

I'm 14 weeks pregnant with our second child. When Grace turned two, Harry and I decided that even though he was starting tour soon, it was time to add to our family. It took about three months to get pregnant, and we were extremely happy when it happened. Harry was so excited he tattooed the date on his ribs, just like he did the day we found out about our Gracie Bug. Starting a tradition.

The cramping and discharge started yesterday morning. I'm hoping it's just from the prenatal yoga class I went to, but Harry and I discussed that it was best to be safe and get it checked out.

"When did this start?" The nurse asks.

"Um, yesterday morning." I state, running my hand across the small bump that has recently appeared.

"Have you had any spotting or bleeding?" I look towards my husband before I answer the nurse. He gives me a smile that is laced with concern, but I can tell he is trying his hardest to console my worry.

"Not exactly; some weird colored discharge, but no bleeding or spotting has occurred." I state, looking down at my feet as they hang from the table. The nurse types some notes into her computer before she stands up and pulls out a sheet from the cupboard above the sink.

"I'm not sure what type of ultrasound Dr. Coombs will want to perform, so would you mind taking everything off from the waist down? That way you are prepared for either one?" She hands me the sheet and I give her a nod and tell her thank you. "Alright! I'll go grab Dr. Coombs, and she will take a look." The nurse closes the door when she exits the room, and I close my eyes, letting out another deep breath.

Standing up, I slide off my yoga pants and knickers, handing them to my husband. Harry folds my clothing into a pile and places them on the chair next to his. I sit back up on the exam table, placing the sheet against my lap, and I lie down, attempting to get comfortable on the awkward and cold table. I close my eyes and breathe, seeking to calm my anxiety. Suddenly, I'm startled by a screeching noise, and my eyes pop open.

"What are you doin'?" I ask with a small giggle at the sight of my husband.

"Want ta hold yer hand!" Harry continues to scoot his squeaking chair across the tiled floor of the exam room. Harry adjusts his seat so he is positioned by my head. Tangling his fingers in mine, his thumb rubs circles against my skin, and it gives me comfort that he is here with me.

"I hope everything is okay." I state, letting out the concern I have had since the cramping started the previous day.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. Harry's lips pull into a slight smile. My eyes search his face, and I can see that he is just as worried as I am. "Whatever happens, we have each other and our little Gracie Bug."