I’m pregnant with my first child. I’ve never been so happy, apart from the day I got married. And my husband is ecstatic. He never leaves my side. It’s strange. He used to be such a traveler. Gone most of the time. It’s kinda his thing. But ever since the moment I told him we were expecting, he hasn’t left once. He doesn’t even like to go out for groceries. It’s the most annoyingly cute thing I’ve ever seen.
Today we’re going to my first prenatal appointment. I’m already about four months pregnant. I would have gone sooner, but I was scared. We were both scared. I wasn’t sure how my gynecologist would react to all this. But today we’re ready.
I drove us to the hospital. My husband doesn’t like driving very much. We held hands the entire way there. When we’d come to a stop, I’d look over and see he had been looking at me already, smiling his goofy smile. I couldn’t help, but smile back. Sometimes he’d reach over and kiss my cheek.
We arrived at the hospital a bit early, so we had some time to waste in the waiting room. I was so nervous. I think it read on my face because my husband wrapped his arm around me and kissed my cheek again.
“It’ll be alright.” He said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, nothing we can do about it now anyway, eh?”
I let a soft sigh escaped my lips and a small smile spread across my face. He smiled, too.
Soon enough we were called back for our appointment. We waited patiently as my gynecologist finished up with another patient.
When she came in she smiled brightly and shook both our hands.
“Someone is looking rather big! Why did you wait so long to come in?” She asked as she began flipping through my file.
“Oh I don’t know, didn’t really think about it, I guess.” I lied.
She gave me a look as if she didn’t understand, but brightened back up quickly.
“Alright, well why don’t we get an ultrasound? Please lie back and lift up your shirt.”
I did as she said. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my little bump. My husband stood on my left side and held my hand. My gynecologist put that horrible goo on my stomach and began the ultrasound. I sighed again, nervous to see what was going to happen. At first, she was quiet. On the screen I could see my little angel. It was too early to tell if it was a boy or girl, but it looked beautiful.
“Hmm.” My gynecologist finally said.
“What?” My voice cracked a bit.
“Well, it’s just…here on the screen,” she pointed, “it shows the baby’s heart rate. But there seems to be something a bit off.”
“Why, what is it?” I could feel my body began to shake.
My husband squeezed my hand to reassure me.
“I don’t know, it’s…it’s almost as if the baby has two hearts…but it can’t be, that doesn’t make sense.”
At these words, I let out a huge sigh and began to laugh. I couldn’t help myself. And my husband laughed, too. When I looked up at him, he winked at me.
My gynecologist didn’t understand why we were laughing. She turned off the machine and hurried out of the room.
“Do you think we should tell her?” I looked back up to my husband.
“Nah, I don’t think she’d know what a Time Lord was.”