HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

Appointment

Two Weeks Later

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The air reeks of disinfectant as I sit nervously on the edge of my seat in the doctor's office. I dread what follows this visit. I can't help it as I anxiously glance around the waiting room at serene, smiling faces, trying to calm down, clinging to the slim hope that I might not be pregnant.

Finally, the door creaks open, and a nurse steps through.

"Jasper Avery?" She scans the room, and I stand up, anxiously shuffling toward her.

Noticing my jittery movements, she offers a small smile.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll do great." Her words are kind, but my overwhelming anxiety drowns them out. That and the kindness in these types of places are never genuine, I can tell from the way she keeps her distance, and the whiteness of her knuckles as she clutches her clipboard to her chest.

We walk down the hallway, the soft lighting casting gentle shadows on the walls, and stop at the second-to-last door on the right. Stepping inside the flower-themed room, I notice the walls are adorned with vibrant floral patterns, and the air smells faintly of lavender, mixed with a hint of antiseptic.

I sit down and fidget as the nurse proceeds with getting my basic vitals and taking my blood pressure, not glancing at me again during the whole process.

"Doctor Fuller should be with you soon," the nurse says in a short tone, before swiftly exiting the room.

I sit uncomfortably on the paper-wrapped table, feeling its crinkly texture beneath me, and roll my shoulders back, trying to think of happy thoughts. The beach, with its golden sands and soothing waves, swimming in cool, refreshing water, drinking colorful cocktails, par—

"Afternoon, I'm Doctor Fuller," says an older gentleman bursting through the door with an ungodly amount of positive energy. He has soft features that make him look approachable and kind. 

He walks over to me with a broad smile and sticks out his hand, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Hello," I say, smiling and accepting his handshake, feeling a bit more at ease.

Doctor Fuller sits down on his stool and opens his sleek laptop, setting it on the counter in front of him. "So you are here for a pregnancy test... Jasper?" He looks up at me with a kind expression, and I nod my head.

"It can be difficult to determine with omegas sometimes, so I'm going to have to take both blood and urine samples, just to be sure we are getting the same results," he explains, his fingers typing swiftly on the keyboard, the clicks echoing softly in the room.

"Alright, whatever you need." I swallow back my nerves, feeling the familiar flutter of anxiety in my stomach; I hate needles.

"So, Jasper, have you been experiencing any morning sickness?"

"Occasionally," I reply, thinking back to the few mornings when I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, making it hard to eat breakfast. But that could be from my late-night burritos and spicy chips, which often leave my stomach feeling unsettled.

"Any cramping in the abdominal area?"

I think back once more to these past two weeks, replaying each day in my mind. "No, not really," I answer, recalling the usual routine of my days without any discomfort.

"Difficulties with performing any simple tasks?"

"No," I respond confidently.

"Okay! I'll have a nurse come in here and get some samples from you." And with that, Doctor Fuller takes his leave, moving on to another patient.