“Okay, fine, turn around.”
He does immediately while I quickly use the cup. Once I’m done, I leave it in the bathroom as the doc instructed.
Washing my hands, I dry them before we return to the bed. I breathe a sigh once I’m able to sit down, Louise bundling the comforter around my body.
“Alright, while I wait for the flu and COVID results, I’m going to check the urine sample.”
Fabulous. The last time I went to the doctor, I was told I was pregnant. I can’t even remember when my last cycle was.
Crap.
“Do you need anything to eat?” Fionn asks.
“She had a little soup,” Louise volunteers. “But she was barely able to keep it down.”
“Jesus.” He runs an anxious hand through his hair, messing it up a bit.
If I was feeling better, I’d appreciate how sexy he looks in his black suit, two buttons of his white dress shirt popped open.
When the doctor returns, Fionn jumps to his feet, approaching him in a hostile manner. “Why the fuck do you look like someone’s dead?”
The doctor bounces back a step, holding out a hand. “No, no, it’s not bad.”
“Tell me!” he spits out.
His eyes loop between us. “Your wife is pregnant, sir.”
“What?” I whisper just as Louise gasps, a smile stretching.
“She…she’s pregnant?” Fionn almost falls backward, his voice raw and deep, eyes filled with emotion—so much of it, I feel it pouring out of him as he gazes down at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely.” The doctor finally relaxes his stance. “She probably got a bug and this illness has nothing to do with the pregnancy, except maybe the nausea. I always check these things before deciding on medication.”
He moves to inspect the other tests he took. “She’s negative for everything, but there are many viruses out there, and when a woman is pregnant, her immune system is lowered, so it’s easier to pick things up and also feel much sicker.”
“Is there anything she can take?”
“Some Tylenol for the fever, aches, and pains, as well as Zofran for the nausea. If it gets worse…”
But I stop listening, my mind still coming to terms with the fact that I’m having another baby.
The last time I was told I was pregnant was different. I was scared. Alone.
Now, things are better. I have Fionn, and he’s already an amazing dad. We’re a family.
“Feel better, honey,” Louise says, rubbing my back. “I’m thrilled for you both. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Tears cloud my vision.
Fia is going to have a brother or sister. This family of ours is growing, and after hearing it out loud, I realize how badly I want this.
Fionn sits beside me, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m so damn happy right now. I just wish you weren’t sick.”
“Me too. About both,” I whisper.
His mouth falls to my forehead, lips remaining there for several seconds before he pulls back, an affectionate look in his eyes. “Lie down, baby. You need some sleep.”
“Will you stay with me?”