Disasterology ~ Vic Fuentes

Chapter ~ 36

~~~Ashley’s POV~~~

<1 week later; 6 weeks pregnant>

I miss waking up next to Vic.. I forced him to go back to tour because of hate but of course I didn’t tell him about that. I just told him that his fans needed him and the guys needed him and his tour manager already doesn’t like me. He finally agreed after hours of trying to tell him to go.

I’ve been in bed ever since he left. The only reason I leave bed is to get in the shower or to go to the bathroom. Theresa forces me to eat.

“Ashley get up. You have a doctor appointment.” Theresa tell me walking into my room.

“I don’t want to go.” I cuddle into my bed.

“Ashley you are depressed, and that isn’t good for the baby.”

“I want Vic.”

“I know and I want kellin. But they aren’t coming home for another 4 months. I know how you feel. Just please get up.”

“fine.” I say slowly getting up out of bed. I keep my pajama pants, which are Vic’s, and put on a tight fitting black t shirt. I turn and look at my small but getting bigger stomach. I rest my hands on it and sigh.. I really want Vic here.

“you ready?” Theresa asks poking her head through the bedroom door.

“ready as I will ever be…” I sigh and walk with her out to her car.

“cheer up. They will be back in no time.” she says and starts driving to the doctors.

<at the doctors office>

“Brown?” the nurse asks and Me and Theresa walk into her office.

“Hi I will be your nurse today. Please take your shoes off and stand against the wall.” I do as im told and they get my height.

“you are 5 feet 3 inches. Please step onto the scale to measure your weight.” I step onto the scale and wait.

“102.4 pounds. That is very bad for your age and especially if you are pregnant. You need to eat more.” I don’t like this nurse. She is mean. she said that in a very bitchy tone. I look at Theresa and she just rolled her eyes. I took a seat and they did blood pressure and everything else was fine. I was excused to the doctors examining room with Theresa and we waited.

“what is this thing?” I say holding up a wand thingy.

“that is for when he needs to look at the baby.” she says laughing at my stupidity.

“oh. Whats this?” I ask holding up some type of gel.

“that they put on your stomach to use the wand to see the baby.”

“what if I use the wand thingy on my forhead? Will it see my brain?” she busts out laughing and im just seriously curious.

“no they only use that on stomachs.” she is going to die if she doesn’t stop laughing soon.

“oh. What is this?” I say holding up a pair of tong things like what they use to get salad out of the bowl.

“oh, you don’t want to know what that is used for.” she takes them and puts them on the counter and she laughs.

“what do you me- oh! Ewwww what the absolute fuck?! that’s disgusting!!!” I flip out because my hand touched it and that’s just- eww.

Knock! Knock!

“hello, I am doctor Phillips. And I believe you are in for a pregnancy appointment right? To see how everything is going?” he shakes our hands.

“yeah I am. I am Ashley and this is my best friend Theresa.” he smiles at us and gets gloves on.

“so. First thing we are going to do is check and see how the baby is doing.” he takes a seat.

“please roll you shirt up and lay back.” I roll my shirt up and lay down.

“this may be cold.” he puts the gel I asked Theresa what it was on my stomach and I squirmed. He laughed and smeared it on my stomach.

“t-that is so cold!” I shiver. He puts the wand on my stomach and rubs it around.

“well, the baby is healthy but your friend told me that you have been really stressed out and depressed lately. Can you tell me why?” he looks up at me.

“well, my boyfriend found out that he had a 6 month tour a week after I found out I was pregnant, and then about a week ago we got into a big fight and he flew all the way from Ohio to apologize and see me. And he left two days after that… I just really miss him that’s all.” I say feeling my heart get heavy with sadness. He gives me a small smile.

“okay well, you need to stop stressing out. If you get too stressed, or stay stressed for too long you can harm the baby, give it birth defects or you may possibly have a miscarriage.”

“and what can she do to become less stressed?” Theresa asks from a chair in the corner of the small room.

“she needs to get out of the house more often, eating healthy food will help, and light exercise will help. But you need to eat more and take vitamins because you are very underweight for a pregnant woman.” I frown and nod. He wipes the gel off my stomach and I pull my shirt down and sit up.

“so how many ultrasound pictures would you like?” he asked me.

“uh can I get 4?”

“why 4?” Theresa asks.

“well, I want one. Im sure Vic’s parents want one of their first grandkid, and I want to give one to you. And then I can mail the other one to the tour bus so the boys get it.” she smiles.

“I would love one. 4 it is.” she smiles and hugs me. The doctors leave and then comes back, hands me the pictures, then thanks us and we leave.