We're Getting There // A.I

Chapter 12 // Folic Acids

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June 1: 164 days till due

~Ashton~

Charlie's boobs, as it would seem, are really big now. I'm not sure how to process it.

But I know now I'm scared by pregnancy and what it does to people. I came over to her house the other day to drop off some groceries I knew she'd need, because she always forgets to buy bread and milk, and she was sitting on the living room floor crying over teen mom.

Her stomach is also getting pretty big. I don't mind though, I actually think she looks really cute with the baby bump, but she is really self conscious about it, and won't let me touch it. She also keeps calling herself fat, which I don't like. I think I read that being negative makes your babies negative, and I can't deal with two little negative babies in my life. Or one little negative Charlie right now.

"So when the doctor comes in he's gonna stick a thing up my-"

"IT'S OKAY I DON'T NEED TO KNOW" her brother yells.

This is first check up I've been able to make it to since finding out about the pregnancy, and Charlie's brother Michael is here with us.

I hope I don't cry or something, because then he'd see.

They're both bickering and yelling at each other and making big hand gestures while Charlie is laying on the hospital cot. I stand to the sidelines with my arms crossed over my chest.

Suddenly the door on the other side of the room opens and Charlie and Michael stop immediately, and I take another step away from Michael. Last time (and the first time) we met he tried to kill me.

"Okay, so- oh! Everyones here! Splendid!" The doctor exclaims, smiling and waving his clipboard in the air.

He looks way too young to be saying splendid. Actually, he looks way too young to be a pediatrician. He looks like he, himself, is fresh out of the puberty.

"So, may I just say, Charlie, your tests have come back very good. You're healthy! And so are your babies!" He lays the clipboard down on the tray that had been wheeled in by the grumpy nurse a littler earlier.

He trips over his feet and then blushes, the stethoscope around his neck falls off and he drops down to retrieve it, slipping around on the tiled floors and bumping into things.

Michael, Charlie, and I watch him scramble and mutter around on the floor for a minute or so in silence, before he finally gets his hands around it and stands up, smiling anxiously and blushing down to his neck.

"Anyway," he continues, coughing. "So you guys wanna see your babies?"

Charlie nods excitedly, biting her bottom lip. Michael furrows his eyebrows but I stand rigid and don't move.

I'm really scared to see the babies. What if I don't like them? What if I like them too much? I have no idea how I'm going to react.

"Oh!" Doctor Hemmings says, turning around with a finger in the air. "And you might start feeling some movement. Maybe even kicking at this stage. So don't be alarmed!"

"Oh yeah, I felt a little bit of kicking yesterday morning" Charlie says happily, beaming.

"Wait, what?" I stutter, grabbing Charlie's hand and looking at her. "You didn't tell me this?"

"Oh, I didn't know if you'd want to know or not" Charlie says, and I grow hot in embarrassment.

Michael looks at me like I'm the biggest asshole that's ever lived, and Dr.Hemmings looks at me like he's disappointed, all because they don't think I want to know when my babies kick.