The Scars That Make Us (Second Generation Book 3)

Chapter 29

CATARINA

After visiting with the OB in the hospital, I was given a clean bill of health. She checked my blood pressure a few more times during the day and I had to do a secondary blood draw after eating and being on fluids, but everything looked great. She agreed that a combination of being pregnant, not eating, drinking, and the stressful night was the most imperfect storm that night. I was discharged with strict instructions to rest, drink lots of fluids, and make an appointment with another doctor as soon as possible.

Since I couldn’t do much else, I spent the next week searching for midwives in the area, I found one that worked out of an OB’s office in Charleston, which is about a ninety-minute drive away. I called her and spoke to her on the phone. Normally they don’t see a first-time mom until closer to 10 weeks, but since I had my little incident, she agreed to make the drive to the ranch to see us.

I had told Jace my wishes to have a homebirth and although he didn’t really understand why I would want to do it that way, he supported me in my choice. Working with the midwife we were seeing was a good choice because if I decided to have a hospital birth with an OB, I’m registered with that office as well. 

Our plan to keep the pregnancy between the two of us lasted a glorious two weeks before the morning sickness kicked in. I swear it was almost the exact definition of morning sickness. Every day at about 5:00 AM I woke up making a mad dash to the toilet and I pretty much stay in that position until about noon. We tried to hide it from Deacon, but the house is small and he could hear me getting sick. We finally sat down and told him, but swore him to secrecy. 

He was so excited and I can tell he has a bit more pep in his step. I’m happy to know he’s excited, even though I feel like absolute hell. Nola came back the week between Christmas and New Year’s and we told her the news then. Once again she was sworn to secrecy and then she played her part in drinking extra amounts of alcohol on New Year’s Eve to make sure nobody realized I wasn’t drinking.

I haven’t heard from my parents since the night of the wedding. I don’t know what is going on with them. I have thought about reaching out to Asher, but I don’t want to put him in any weird positions. Jace and Nola keep telling me the same thing, they don’t deserve anything from me. It is a hard thing to wrap my head around though.

“Are you ready to leave yet, Cat?” Jace pokes his head into our bedroom while I’m swiping through all the clothes in our closet.

“No...I don’t know what to wear.”

He comes in and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his hands on my stomach. At nine weeks, there is no bump or even a sign of bloating yet, but he loves to rest his hands there. “We need to make our way down there.”

“I know, but I don’t know what to wear. I know that sounds dumb as hell, but all of this stuff either seems too dressy or too casual.”

“Okay, what about this?” He pulls out a red, long-sleeved wrap dress. “I’ve never seen you wear this and I bet it’ll make your boobs look fucking amazing.”

I elbow him in the gut, but he just kisses me on the cheek while laughing. “What? I’m not going to pretend like I haven’t noticed how round and just...like….I mean seriously babe, have you seen how nice they look?”

“It’s pretty much the only thing on my growing right now. I’m not complaining though, I’m sure soon I’m going to be complaining about how big I’m getting in the stomach region.”

“I can’t wait for you to grow there too. Gah, I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

I turn around to face him and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “I love you so much, Jace.”