Will We Ever Be The Same?

Doctor's Appointment

Lucy POV

Ian and I are sitting in the doctor's office and as per usual they are running late. We would have been in here 10 minutes earlier if I never had a breakdown in the car, as if i haven't already cried enough today. Now we both have an even longer day because we have to be on set as soon as we get out of this appointment. I texted Marlene saying,

'Ian and I will be late to set. Something has came up and we will be on set for about half 5, at the earliest. We will explain everything when we see you tonight. Sorry. -Lucy X.'

We are hoping that Marlene will understand what is going on when we tell her. I can't believe Ian and I are about to find out if we are going to have a baby or not, it's so surreal.

I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear my name being called by the doctor. Ian and I walk by women who look like they are about to pop right here and there's us just walking in to see if we will be in their position in 9 months down the line.

We walk into a small room where I was told to sit on the bed and Ian stood next to me after being offered a chair to sit on.

"I'm Dr. Matthews, but you can call me Paul. We are a very small and unprofessional practice here. Do you live close by?" A man in his late 30's with dark brown hair and brown eyes ask us while he sits on a stool.

"Yeah, we live up the road. Oh, and I'm Lucy and this is Ian." Ian and I shook his hand.

"Well I'm going to need a urine and a blood sample if you don't mind Lucy." He handed me a cup and told me where the bathroom is while Ian gave him both of our contact details like our address, phone numbers, work number etc.

I came back with the cup filled and gave it back to Paul for him to test it. Then before he left to go test it he took a blood sample out of my left arm. I thought I was going to faint. I hate the sight of blood. Yuck.

I looked at the clock in the little room as Ian had my phone in his pocket. 17:25. Paul had been away for 10 minutes. We're going to be so late to set. The door opened wide and I sat up straight as I was slouching and Ian stood up as he was sitting down reading a leaflet.

"Well congratulations guys. You're pregnant."

I looked straight at Ian whose face was lit up like a kid's on Christmas as he leaned into kiss my forehead. Wow, I'm gonna be a mom and Ian is gonna be a dad. Holy crap! And that was only one of the thoughts that was running through my head.

"Now shuffle back and lift your top up so we can have a look at your baby." I did as I was told and before I knew it there was a little thing on the screen about the size of a walnut. Ian squeezed my hand as the tears welled up in my eyes.

"You're about 5/6 weeks pregnant. Here's a tissue to wipe that off while I go and get the pictures for you"

6 weeks, wow. That's why I was feeling like crap for weeks.

When Paul handed us the pictures I had to ask him a few questions.

"I haven't had any morning sickness how can I be that far along but with no morning sickness?"

"Well everybody's body reacts differently to pregnancy. So, maybe you will be one of th lucky one's who don't get morning sickness. And that is a real blessing."

"Well I hope that's true." I said while jumping off the bed and walking towards the door.

"I second that" Ian said as he chuckled and opened the door.

"Oh, and before I forget. Here's another few leaflets for you to look over while you both are shooting your big hit show," Paul said as he handed up a handful of leaflets about parenting.