"The army reached out to you? I mean the Canadian army?" I ask in shock, my face wet from tears.
"Yes, but let's check on your baby first. We'll talk while I do the ultrasound," Maria tells me as she hands me a couple of tissues.
"Mommy, are you okay?" Wren asks, worried about my emotional state.
"I'm fine Wren," I reply with a watery smile as I get up from the chair moving to lie down on the bed in the room. As much as I'd love to tell Wren his brother and family are coming for us, he's still too young to grasp the current situation we're in.
"Alright, let's see your baby," Maria says as she pours the cold liquid gel on my bump and powers on the machine. She takes the wand and presses it on my stomach, moving it around as an image appears on the monitor.
"How did you know we were coming?" I ask in a quiet voice.
"Early in the morning all hospitals in Spain were notified that a pregnant Canadian woman could be checking in. The army was tracking your flight from Toronto to Spain last night and instructed the army here to not intercept. That being said, if you didn't stop at a hospital, they might have had a harder time tracking you," she explains to me as she presses buttons on the machine.
"They were able to track us? So my plan worked out perfectly," I say sighing with relief. "But why didn't they stop us when the flight landed?
"The Canadian army knew that you weren't in immediate danger because you were their target, or specifically, the man who brought you in was targeting you. They don't want to risk you getting injured and they want to arrest the suspects alive," she explains. "And your plan? What did you do?" she questions in confusion.
"When they took us from our home, they left my phone behind and so I took something that is connected to it. This is synced up to my phone, no matter the distance and I had a split second idea they would be able to track us through this," I say holding up my arm to show her my watch.
"I'm surprised you thought of that. Most people in a situation like that wouldn't be able to think of anything," she says in astonishment.
"I had no choice but to think of something when they demanded I look for my passport. If we left the country, I don't think they would have ever found us," I sigh.
"Well they found you and they're on their way. The army said that if any of us come in contact with you, we tell you that people you know are also coming. They mentioned the names Jax, Cody, Jason, and Rhett," she says listing off the names. I feel like crying again when I hear my family is coming.
"That's our family, I can't wait to see them," I say wiping my eyes. "But enough of that, how is the baby doing?" Wren who's been silent for the last couple of minutes perks up when I mention the baby.
"Looking at the image and the heartbeat, all signs look normal. Your blood pressure is a little higher than normal but that is understandable considering what you're going through right now," she lists off. "But wait, hold on." She presses buttons on the machine and moves the wand a couple of times, her face focused on whatever she's seeing.
"What, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the baby?" I ask, my anxiety picking up again.
"Charlotte, how long have you been pregnant?" she asks, her voice tense.
"My doctor said that I most likely got pregnant around the beginning of December so I'd say almost eight weeks, why?" I question, feeling more nervous by the second.
"There's nothing wrong, you're perfectly okay but this is strange. Normally we wouldn't know this until it's the tenth week, the latest fourteenth week. I guess they're showing a couple of weeks early," she says still focusing on the monitor.
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