Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

55: Oh Boy

~ Amanda's POV ~

- two weeks later -

"Vince, I—," I started to say, but immediately lost my train of thought. "I don't know if I can handle this."

We were sitting in the car outside of the doctor's office. Vince had both of his hands wrapped tightly around mine as I leaned my head against the cool glass of the car window.

"We're already late," Vince said quietly. "We need to go."

"I'm not going in," I said, sniffling again. "I thought I could do it, but I can't."

"Of course you can," he said, squeezing my hand tighter. "I'll be right by your side the entire time."

"But what if there's something wrong, Vince," I said, turning to face him with a deep look of worry on my face. "I can't handle knowing."

"There isn't going to be anything wrong," he cooed at me sweetly.

"Then let's just go home," I said in a pleading tone.

"We're right here," he insisted. "We'll just go inside and confirm what we already know. Okay?"

"Vince, what if something's wrong?" I asked, my eyes still watery with nervousness.

"Amanda, everything will—," he tried to intervene.

"No, what if," I said in a more firm tone.

"Then we'll be right at the doctor's office," he said, now stroking his thumb over the back of my hand. "And they can tell us our options. We'll figure it out."

I didn't respond, rather indulging in my thoughts where I was free to think whatever I wanted. I knew Vince meant well, but he wasn't me. He didn't have a person growing in his stomach.

"Please come in," he said again. "Do it for me."

"Fine," I said, wiping the tears away from under my eyes while opening the car door and starting to walk toward the entrance.

Vince put his arm around me as we walked inside, making sure I remembered that he was here for me. It was nice to have him close to me, but I couldn't help but feel a bit angry toward him.

It wasn't that he did anything wrong. I guess deep down inside I felt hormonal from the pregnancy, and a part of me teased around with the idea of resenting him for getting me pregnant. It wasn't serious, just hormonal. But I felt that's why I was sometimes angry at him for no reason.

We got inside and checked in, them bringing us into a room immediately. I answered a few questions and the nurse left the room so that I could change into a gown while we waited for the doctor.

"You feeling better?" Vince asked as he stood next to where I was sitting on the exam table.

My heart thudded loudly, feeling like it was beating out of my chest. I could feel how nervous and shaky I was and I'm sure Vince could see it too.

"Not really but I'm fine," I assured him.

He held my hand again as the doctor knocked on the door, letting herself in afterward.

She asked us some more questions and she began the exam. She had to remind me to relax and breathe every couple of minutes because I was so tense.

"Okay, everything is looking great," the doctor said.

I took in a deep sigh as Vince squeezed my hand tighter, smiling at me brightly when I turned to see his expression.

"We just have the ultrasound left and we'll be done for today," the doctor said, wheeling the machine over to us.