Page 33 of Part of Me
with you? Luke x x
I reply and tell him that I would like nothing more. I tell him to pick me up from my parents at one o’clock this afternoon. My appointment isn’t until quarter to two, but I want to arrive in plenty of time.
The texts that Luke and I have exchanged in the last week have reminded me of how good it has been to have him back in my life. Although, I haven’t seen him since the night I told him that I was pregnant, it almost feels like we are back on an even keel. I think it is important for me to keep him updated with what is happening.
After my mid-wife appointment a few days ago, I rang him and gave him a full report on what I was told. Turns out that the mid-wife thinks I am closer to being sixteen weeks pregnant, so she made sure that the scan appointment was made a priority. I thought that she was exaggerating how important it was, but when my appointment letter came through the next day, I knew that she wasn’t messing around. I should have had a scan at twelve weeks but seeing as I didn’t know that I was pregnant until just over a week ago, I missed that vital first scan. I must admit that I am slightly nervous. I know that the first scan is important in determining that there isn’t anything wrong with the baby.
I have been gulping down water for the last few minutes in preparation for my ultrasound. I do think that it is cruel to expect a pregnant woman to drink so much water and not go to the toilet until the scan is over. My bladder already feels like I want to empty it and I still have just over an hour to wait until I am due at the hospital. It’s a good job Luke doesn’t live too far from my parents as he left it a bit late to say that he wanted us to go together.
I finish my glass of water and go back upstairs to my room to check over my appearance. I have decided to wear my jeggings and my loose-fitting white, sleeveless shirt. My reasoning with wearing jeggings is that they are easy to pull down for when they need to scan my stomach. The white shirt I know is one of Luke’s favourites, and as much as I tried to kid myself that I wasn’t dressing to impress him, I know that I am. I still want him to find me attractive, even if I was the one to end things between us. A part of me is hoping that we will actually get back together, but I don’t allow myself to be too hopeful of that. After what transpired a few months ago, I have no idea if Luke still feels the same way about me. For all I know, he may have met someone else, although I hope to God that he hasn’t. I think that he would have told me if he had, but then again, I never thought that he would keep secrets from me when we were together, so I guess I could be wrong. Neither of us have spoken about our break-up. I am thankful for that as I don’t want things to become awkward between us.
“Darling,” I hear my mother call out from the bottom of the stairs. “Luke is here.” I feel a jolt of excitement fizzle through me at Luke being downstairs, waiting for me.
“Okay, be down in a sec,” I shout back. I put on my white sandals and pick up my handbag. With one last look at myself in the mirror, I take and deep breath and make my way downstairs. My mother has obviously taken Luke through to the kitchen as there is no sign of him. I head to the kitchen and see that Luke is laughing at something that my mother is saying.
“What was that?” I say as I enter and hear my name mentioned.
“Oh, nothing, darling,” my mother replies, trying to look innocent but failing miserably. I eye her suspiciously, but she just grins at me. I look to Luke who is no longer laughing, but instead staring at me so intensely that I almost melt on the spot. My mother turns to put something in the washing up bowl and I watch as Luke’s eyes roam up and down my body. I can feel myself blushing at his obvious perusal of me. I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my legs together as a tingling starts. I clear my throat to speak, needing to get out of here.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask him. He nods his head and then turns to my mother.
“So, I’ll see you at the weekend then?” he says to her.
“We look forward to it,” she replies.
“Weekend?” I say, feeling that I am missing something vital.
“Yes, Luke is coming for Sunday lunch.” My mother doesn’t falter as she speaks.
“Is he now?” I reply, looking to Luke and finding him looking timid.
“As long as you’re okay with it?” he says, his eyes moving to look at my mother.
“Of course she is okay with it,” my mother answers for me. Luke’s eyes come back to me, and I give him a small smile of reassurance. “Anyway, you two need to get going,” she says, shooing us out of the kitchen. Luke follows me to the front door, and I step around him to my mother so that I can give her a hug.
“I’ll be back after the scan,” I say to her as I release her.
“Okay, darling. Oh, I can’t wait to see my grand-baby,” she says excitedly. I smile at her and walk out of the front door.
“See you Sunday, Sophie,” Luke says as I turn to see her pulling him into a hug. I am fully aware that my mother would like nothing more than for Luke and me to get back together. She still doesn’t know the full story of what happened between us, but there is no denying that she is still fond of Luke. He may have hurt me, but my mother believes that Luke always puts me first.
As Luke and I get in his car, I am overcome with nerves. Nerves about the scan. And nerves about being with Luke on my own again. I buckle up my seatbelt at the same time as Luke and then he is pulling off of the driveway.
“Thank you for letting me come today,” he says as we turn onto the main road that will take us to the hospital.
“It’s no problem. Have you told your parents yet?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I phoned them a couple of days ago.” He doesn’t sound too happy about this and I can only imagine that he didn’t get the response that he was hoping for.
“And were they pleased?” I ask.
“Yes and no.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say. I hear Luke sigh and I feel bad for him that his parents don’t seem to have exuded the same excitement as mine have.
“They’re looking forward to being grandparents, but they think that my situation is wrong,” he explains.
“Your situation?” I frown.
