Waiting For You

Chapter 22: Small Bump

Chapter 22: Small Bump

Amelia

Coming to the farm to stay with my parents after my trip to the ER on Wednesday night was a good idea. My mom hasn't stop coddling me since I set foot through the door and I don't mind a single bit. Sometimes a girl just needs to be pampered by her mama and there's nothing wrong with that.

Not having to get ready and go to work also means I get to sleep in for three mornings in a row. I actually wake up at noon on Thursday and it feels absolutely wonderful. I think the extra rest might be helping me keep some food down too, or maybe it's just the supplements finally starting to kick in. Either way, I've been feeling a lot better.

On Friday I take my mom and sister with me to my last appointment with Dr. Cho.

They're beyond excited to see an ultrasound for the first time. Of course, that might also be the excitement of finding out I'm actually carrying two babies instead of one. Trying not to burst into tears, I officially introduce them to both Bean and Sprout.

"Surprise," I say softly.

"Oh my God, two little beans!" Nat whispers next to me. She's holding my hand so tightly that I think I might lose feeling in my fingertips by the end of the visit.

My mom is crying silently on my other side, and seeing the tears rolling down her face makes me start to cry too.

"We found out a few weeks ago. We were going to tell everybody soon," I assure them and rub my cheeks with my sleeve.

Maybe we weren't supposed to tell our family anything about the twins for a few more weeks, but I couldn't resist. My mom and Nat will just have to act surprised. Besides, it's a comfort to have them here since Sam can't be with me. After the hellish week I've been through, I just need that so much.

Honestly though, so far, between Abby finding out about the pregnancy prematurely and Nat and my mom finding out we're having twins before everybody else, keeping secrets has been impossible.

At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if they find out I've given birth before I do.

Dr. Cho gives me a hug when it's time to leave and like the hormonal pile of garbage that I am, I start to cry all over again.

"Thank you for everything," I tell him as I soak his shirt with tears.

"You're very welcome, take care of yourself and those little ones," he replies.

We've officially graduated from the fertility clinic. All of my information has been passed along to my new ob-gyn, the one that'll get me through the remaining months of this pregnancy. It's really bittersweet.

We still have some time in the afternoon after that so we decide to do a bit of shopping and my sister treats us to a manicure. It feels so good to just lean back, relax, chat and let somebody fuss over me. We eat dinner and go see a movie afterward. We don't get back to the farm until ten o'clock, although I'm asleep in the passenger seat by nine. It was a really good day, but all I can think about by the time I change into pajamas and climb into my childhood bed is the fact that my husband will be back in less than 24 hours.

Before falling asleep, I send him the new ultrasound I got of the twins. I want to keep my eyes open long enough to see his reply, but before I know it it's finally Saturday again.

He's coming home today.

I really hate that it's been so hard not to have him around this last week. A part of me wishes I didn't miss him so much and that I could just go on with my days like usual, which only makes me feel worse because I should miss him. He's my rock. He's my safe place. He's my best friend. We do everything together. Even when we're just a few minutes away, even when we know we'll see each other in the evening, we're still texting a few times a day.