Cat & Her Second Chance (Book 3 Of The "And Her" Series) (COMPLETED) (UNEDITED)

Chapter Forty Two- Craig

My palms are sweating, my heart is pumping like I've just ran the pitch for the full ninety minutes, I watch as my girl gets into position for her scan to check over our baby, on the outside I'm all happy smiles, but on the inside— I'm nervous as fuck. What if the diazepam has done something to our baby? What if it's killed our child? Another something that was Rebecca's fault.

I watch as the technician informs Catherine that she'll be performing an internal scan today because by her HGC levels, she's not far along for the the normal scan. "Okay, so I want you relax for me—take a deep breath in" She says as she gently pushes the skinny plastic dildo shape into my girl, Catherine flinches and squeezes my hand. I kiss her hand in comfort, I don't know if I can fucking speak right now, the need to know if our baby is okay— if it's alive, is killing me. When all of a sudden a hear it, the thumping sound echoes around the room— is that?

Catherine gasps holding her hand over her mouth as tears cascade down her face. "Oh my god, is that?" She asks the technician.

The tech smiles, and nods and with that my knees give way and I kneel next to my girl, my fiancée, my soon to be wife, the mother of my child. Oh Thankyou god...

"Yes, that's your baby's heartbeat—looks good, nice and strong" she smiles warmly at us. "I just need to take a few measurements to determine how many weeks you are, and then we can give you a due date" she adds.

"Is it?" Catherine takes a deep breath in. "Is the baby okay? I— Craig told me I was given diazepam, because I had a seizure, will that effect the baby?" She asks nervously.

The tech looks at the screen closely as she takes the measurements. "Well, I'm going to advise dr foster to arrange for you to be monitored closely, I'm aware you were given two doses—is that correct?" she asks Catherine. Catherine looks to for conformation, I swallow hard and nod in confirmation. "Yes" I rasp.

"Okay, well, I'll finish the measurements and have a chat with Dr Foster" she smiles as she turns and her eyes focus back on our baby.

Catherine looks at me with so much love in her eyes, and I can't help but think I don't deserve her love, she wouldn't of been in this hospital if it wasn't for Rebecca, if it wasn't for me. "I love you" she mouths to me squeezing my hand.

My eyes close, as I take in her declaration, I don't deserve her love, but I'll be damned if I don't take it anyway. I love this woman, I've loved her from the second I laid eyes on her. She is, and will always be, everything to me—her and our baby, my world, my everything. "I love you too" I mouth back kissing the back of her hand.

"Right, okay by your measurements you are seven weeks pregnant— so that would make your due date to beeeeeeee" she says as she figures out our baby's due date. "The 29th March" she beams at us.

"Oh my god" Catherine cries. "That's the day after our Eva and Justin's birthday—I wonder if I have the baby on their birthday? Wouldn't that be amazing?" she beams at me.

I smile at my girls happiness as I lean forward to kiss her forehead. "Definitely baby" I say softly.

"Okay, well, I'll print some pictures off for you right now mummy and daddy and then I'll go have a chat with dr. foster— is there any questions?" The technician asks.

I look at my girl as she looks to me, she bites her lip  as she looks at the technician. "If the baby was effected by the diazepam, what kind of effects are we talking about?" Catherine asks her.

The technician smiles sympathetically. "I can't say for sure because you're only seven weeks, which is why I wanna have you monitored closely. The baby's brain will be fully formed by five months gestation, so we'll take a closer look then—but we'll monitor the baby closely up until then and then normally we send our pregnant mums to the women's hospital, for a more in depth scan" she smiles at us both and squeezes my girls other hand.