The Path to Love

Chapter 52 - Sam's POV

"Have you been under a lot of stress?" The doctor asked me.

"Yup," I replied. There isn't a point in lying. He would probably be able to pick that out on the ultrasound, anyways.

"Are you eating well?"

"As best as I can," I replied.

"Are you okay?" The doctor finally asked me.

I looked at him. "No," I finally decided on saying.

He ignored what I said and waved the wand over my belly to look at my baby. He finally stopped in a place in the middle of my belly and turned the volume up. I could hear the thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat. It was a soothing feeling, and I was loving every second I got to hear her heartbeat. "Your baby is growing nicely, there's her face and her body," the doctor replied. He pointed out certain body parts.

"Does she have all ten toes and fingers?" I asked him.

He looked at the screen and chuckled a little. "Yup, all toes and fingers are accounted for. They're here and here," he replied, pointing out where her finger and toes were.

"Good, that's good."

"Would you like an ultrasound picture of her?"

"Yes, please." I replied.

He printed off the picture and handed it to me. "She's so pretty," I mumbled, staring at the picture.

He handed me a towel to wipe off my belly and sat down in a chair facing me. I wiped off my stomach and pulled my shirt back down. "What's going on with you, Samantha?" He asked me.

"Um, personal issues." I decided on saying. "A lot of them."

"I suggest lowering your stress level, or you could have another scare with your baby."

"Trust me, I'm trying." I replied.

"It's not a trying type of thing, it's a must. It is a doctor's order. I could recommend you to a psychologist if that will help you."

"I'll work on it; I don't need a psychologist. I'll be fine. I'll lower my stress like you're asking me." I replied.

"Is there anything you would like to get off your chest that I could help with?"

I debated on telling him about the car accident, everything that happened with Hunter, how we dealt with Novak and everything else that has happened since then. He would think I was an actual looney and would decide to put me in a looney bin. So, I decided on saving myself all the grief. "No," I replied.

"Well, other than lowering your stress levels, your baby seems good. I'll book you to come back in a couple weeks so we can make sure the baby is still okay."

"Okay," I mumbled.

"Please lower your stress levels," he replied.

"I will." I walked out of his office and left the building to start walking back to the house.

I probably shouldn't be walking long distances while six months pregnant, but I needed the fresh air and the walk was peaceful. I'm sure Xavier or even fucking Hunter had people watching me anyways. I looked around at the thought of people watching my every move, trying to spot someone. Whoever it was, didn't make it obvious that they were watching me. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

"Mae or Kira, you're pushing on my bladder. Wait until I get home, I'm not around anywhere to pee." She kicked my ribs, like she was telling me she was fine with what I was saying.

I smiled and grabbed onto my belly. I was never truly alone, and I never would be again. I had my daughter, now and forever. I'm not alone.

Hunter is going to be missing out on all of this, it's actually kind of sad. I'm a temporary home for a miracle that is growing inside of me and it's an amazing feeling. It won't be long now until she's really here. "We're going to figure it all out baby, you and me, always." I rubbed my stomach. "I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what. I love you already and I'm so excited to meet you."

I continued on my walk and held onto my stomach for the rest of the ways. I know the doctor said to lower my stress levels, but I really didn't know how. Hunter is gone, my parents basically disowned me, my future is a big question mark, and this baby is coming sooner rather than later. I have a stressful life. It isn't like I can change anything about it either. This was my life and I had to live with the cards I was dealt.

I finally arrived at the house and walked in. Xavier was waiting for me, literally by the door. "I could have picked you up," he said as soon as I walked through the door.

"I didn't want to be picked up," I replied.

"How did it go?" He decided to change the subject and ask. Which I was grateful for because I did not want to have a disagreement with him right now, especially after the doctor told me to lower my stress levels.

"It was good. Here," I handed him the sonogram. "She has all her fingers and toes. The doctor said she is doing good. He told me to lower my stress levels or there could be problems with my pregnancy, again."

"He's not wrong," he replied.

"I know that, I just don't know how to lower my stress levels. There's nothing I can do. My parents disowned me, he's gone and not coming back, I don't have a job or anything for my daughter. My life is a mess and I can't even begin to solve it because no one is going to hire a seventeen-year old pregnant girl!"

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Life has a funny way of working itself out. You'll figure it all out eventually. You'll know exactly what to do when the time is right."

"Thank-you, Xavier. You really know how to cheer a girl up when she's down. I just hope everything will be okay."

"You worry to much; everything will work itself out. I will help you in anyway that I can."

"You have already helped me enough; you have literally taken me in to your home. There isn't anything else you can do."

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to help you."

"He turned around and walked out of the living room. What a weird guy. I took my shoes off and walked upstairs. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to take a nap. My stress levels would lower significantly, for a few hours anyway.