Before You Were Mine

Chapter Thirty: A Long Engagement

A/N: Hey all! Thank you guys so much for sticking with this story and leaving me such lovely reviews. It makes me so happy that you all like it. Well, with that being said. Here is CH.30! As I had said before, this chapter starts off the 1 YEAR TIME JUMP and we'll be staying at this time frame for a while. Also, in the next few chapters we will be finding out who set the diner fire and with that we'll be meeting two new very important key characters that will come into Stefan and Elena's life and that will over time turn their whole world upside down.

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Before You Were Mine- Chapter Thirty

One Year Later...

-Caroline-

"So?" Tapping my feet nervously against the floor doesn't even make my newly appointed OBGYN flinch as she looks up at me and then to my chart.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lockwood. You're not pregnant." Hearing her confirming my worst fears makes my stomach feel uneasy and I want to vomit. But, I stop myself from doing so and instead, I take a few deep breathes. Inhaling, exhaling. Opening my eyes back up and leaning forward as she watches me cover my thighs up with the hospital gown and I stammer out. "But, we've been doing everything possible. Having sex on a schedule, eating healthier, working out. Not in the bedroom, I mean actually working out with our friends at the gym. Come on, what else is there?"

"Fertility problems." Laying her pen down near the sink, she stares at me blankly and then she purses her lips together as if I didn't consider this as a problem when she says. "Some women just have a hard time getting pregnant on their own and until nature takes it's course. It'll just be that way, you can't force something that needs to happen naturally."

"Listen," Exhaling deeply, I run my fingers over my hair before I continue speaking. "Doctor Timons, my husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for months now. He used to think that he was the problem. You know, his little swimmers weren't working or something. How am I supposed to go home and tell him that It's not him. That it's me. I'm the fucking problem?" My eyebrows lift as I close my eyes and inhale sharply before looking back at my OBGYN who looks as shocked as I am by my choice of words.

Flipping through my chart, she swallows before speaking to me directly, even leaning over and placing her hand on top of mine before she says. "Mrs. Lockwood, I see this sort of thing a lot these days. All you can do is keep trying until you and your husband have succeeded or we can start you out on pills, IVF treatments..." Her voice dies down as my blue eyes grow widely and I stare at her for a little too long, scoffing. "IVF treatments? The medications alone cost around 3,000-5,000 dollars. The treatment is around 12,000. That's money that my husband and I don't have. He's a firefighter that get's paid shit for money as he risks his life way more than he should! I just graduated from the police academy two weeks ago and I'm looking for a job, trying to get in as a paid intern first. We don't have that kind of money right now."

I can hear her breath out a deep staggered breath before she moves away from me and shrugs her shoulders back. "Well then, I suggest you both wait for a baby then. Wait until you save up and then try. Babies are expensive, you know."

I'm angry, shaking from the anger so much so that when I get up and grab my jacket and purse. I'm pretty certain that she can see the crease lines in my forehead and my beat red cheeks as I mumble under my breath for her to go to hell!

"So, I guess I'll be seeing you again in a few months?" She asks right as I make it towards the door of her office, turning towards her and glaring when I state. "Actually, you won't be. I want a second opinion and I'm sure as hell not coming back here for one."