𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 • 𝕞.𝕔

chapter 30

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On the way to the doctor's, I couldn't help but remembered how close it really was. Soon, I would finally have the baby, and I hadn't quite thought about the consequences quite yet; I just knew that it would be there, but I had to chosen to obliterate every painful detail that would have to come with the birth. It was so strange, and terrible to think about the future, and at this time, it was too forward, way ahead of me. But now that it was getting closer, and closer, I finally started to think about what would be going on once it would be there, with us.

When I stared at Michael as he drove, eyebrows furrowed together (he never quite had a lot of patience on the road), I wondered if he would be able to handle it. I knew that it was a big thing, and that even myself wouldn't have the capacity to set aside most of my plans for the future to concentrate on the baby. But, oh, my God, I was hoping with all my heart that we would be okay, and that he would be capable of taking care of it. I trusted him so much, it seemed almost like an evidence now, but I still had doubts. It wasn't like adopting a pet- it was a baby.

"They're all being assholes today," he sighed. "Look, he could've gone just there and- ugh. They're blocking us."

"The appointment is in ten minutes anyway," I shrugged. "Calm down."

He shook his head and smiled, sarcastically. "Of course, obviously."

When we arrived, he instantly got less tense, and held my hand as we walked through the door. Arrived late, we instantly got in the doctor's room, and when he saw the both of us, he greeted us politely.

"So," he finally said, sitting down at his desk. Michael and I took place, as well. "Thirty-four weeks. This is getting closer, how are you feeling?"

"Stressed," I replied, looking at Michael.

"Yeah, that's it, that's the word," he replied. "I think, for us, it... It is kind of complicated to think about what will be happening after the baby arrives."

"What in particular?"

"If the baby comes early," I instantly said. "I am scared that the baby decides to come earlier than expected."

"Well," the doctor said, flicking through the pages of his folder. "Okay, so we are going to talk about the whole labour and birth topic. The baby is due on November 17th, we are October the 2nd. Getting closer. What have you guys been up to?"

"Not much, really," Michael replied. "I've been working, and Lee's been at home, and writing some stuff, haven't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded. Time really did go quickly when you weren't paying attention. "But I've been feeling really uncomfortable for about a week, I can't get sleep, and I don't feel very well at all."

"Those last six weeks are going to be quite exhausting, so you should get prepared for that," the doctor announced, which made me feel all of a sudden much more worse. "Think it's all going to be worth it in the end. I believe you should eat healthy, and get as much rest as possible. Michael shall be able to help you, shouldn't he?"

"Uh, yeah," Michael nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"He does that a lot already," I said, looking down. I was feeling slightly guilty for taking up so much of his time.

"Okay," the doctor said. "We're going to go ahead and talk about the labour pains, and everything. You okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

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sorry for the short chapter! soon another one longer.