Stay {BWWM} C.Evans

Chapter 24

Author's Note: Rated R for language, mentions of sexual content.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Evans." Simone's doctor greeted them warmly, in her hands a file packet, and Simone smiled at the sight of ultrasound pictures sticking out the top of it.

Chris shook the medical professional's hand before taking a seat next to Simone's examination table.

"Well, Simone, I'm happy to tell you that you've reached your goal weight and your baby is doing wonderfully."

She handed them a few ultrasound pictures and Chris stared into his copy, running his fingertips over the black and white photo of his unborn child.

"Is Simone still on bed rest?" Chris inquired, and when the doctor nodded, he sighed. "Can she fly?"

"We'd rather her not put any sort of stress on her body at this point, she's four and a half months away from giving birth and she's still high risk." The doctor said, "We want her to have an easy labor, well, as easy as possible."

"We understand," Simone nodded, reaching out and patting Chris's thigh.

"I'm going to go submit your paperwork, just check in with the nurses' station before leaving. Have a nice day, you two...I mean, you three." She chuckled, then left in a hurry to deal with her other patients.

"Shit." Chris muttered.

"Baby, it'll be okay. We'll facetime before you have to go. I'm sorry I can't be there." She sighed, sliding off the table and dropping the unflattering hospital gown from her curves. Chris picked it up off the floor, crumpled it in his hands and tossed it into the trashcan in the room.

"I gotta take a walk." He confessed. "I really wanted you to be there with me, I don't know if I can do this."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault. I should value your health and safety over my...issues."

"Honey, it's not just an 'issue' it's an anxiety disorder." Simone rubbed his back as he helped her get dressed back into her street clothes. "I can FaceTime and Skype...what if I send Nina with you?" Chris shook his head. "Can your Mom go?" Again, he shook his head.

"I'm gonna cancel."

"Chris, no. You have to go." Simone said sternly. "It's Comic-Con, Chris. You've done this a million times. What's the worst that could happen?"

He shrugged. "Every time I think about how many people are attending it makes my chest tight."

"Baby," Simone sighed, giving him as tight of a hug as she could despite her belly. "I'll be with you in spirit. I love you so much, I'm sorry I can't be there. Next time, I promise."

"Alright," He nodded and she pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. "Let's go home."

"Good idea, Momma wants some avocado."

"Really? Again?" Chris laughed, following her down the hall to the nurses' station. He signed the appropriate paperwork for his insurance policy, then opened the door for Simone. Immediately, paparazzi was on her, a rare sight in Boston. He jumped ahead and cleared a path for her, ushering his wife into the SUV while ignoring the shouts and questions about Simone's obvious belly. "That was fucking weird." He commented, turning the key in the ignition and speeding away from the curb. "Fucking shit, someone must have leaked something."

"You think someone in our families leaked the pregnancy?"

"No, it's most likely a local that saw us out together." He sighed. "Oh well."