She got my vitals, then gave me a long, hard look. “Know when your last period was?”
Colton handed me his phone with the calendar app open, and I examined it. “I guess I had some light bleeding three or four weeks ago.”
The nurse bobbed her head. “I’ll send the doctor in to see you. She’ll just be a minute or two.”
I gave Colton a worried look after she left us alone. “What do you think that’s about?”
His eyes combed over me. “You don’t think . . . I mean, it’s not impossible, right?”
“A baby?” I asked.
We weren’t trying by any means, but we weren’tnottrying. I stopped taking my birth control during the playoff season, and we decided we’d just do what we normally did and see what happened. I’d had a little spotting a few weeks earlier and didn’t think much of it. Periods are weird when you’ve been on birth control for a long time.
Colt’s eyes went misty and he got a soft smile.
“What if something’s wrong?” I asked.
“We’re about to find out. Whatever it is, we’ve got each other. Right?”
I nodded, suddenly super emotional over something that hadn’t even been confirmed yet.
The doctor opened the curtain seconds later and introduced herself, then stood at the computer, looking over my chart. “So, your nurse told me you might not be aware . . .”
Colton and I both leaned closer, waiting for the rest of her sentence.
“That you are pregnant.”
I turned my head to look at Colton but he was already on his feet, wrapping me into a hug. “Vi,” he breathed. “Oh my god.”
“I’m . . . pregnant,” I said slowly.
Colton said my name over and over, coughing out shocked laughs between every few repetitions. He pulled back, grabbed both of my cheeks, and pulled me into a forceful kiss.
The doctor gave us time to react, but she didn’t seem nearly as excited as we were. When I looked over at her again, a machine had been wheeled into my curtained room.
“We need to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby’s okay. Normally, we’d just tell you to follow up with your OB, butsome of your numbers are higher than they’d be if your light bleeding was an implantation bleed. The ultrasound will tell us how far along you are and how healthy the baby is.”
The emotional whiplash was jarring. We were having a baby! But maybe something was wrong. I looked to Colton for some reassurance, but he looked as shocked as I felt.
“Oh. Okay,” I mumbled. “Um.” I lifted the bottom of the hospital gown, and the doctor gave me a sympathetic glance.
“The scan is actually intra-vaginal. We wouldn’t see enough this early through your stomach.”
“Oh. Right.” I should have known all those things. I was, at one time, pre-med. I’d gotten the blow by blow of Maya’s pregnancies. I knew what happened here. I was just too stunned to wrap my head around it.
I was pregnant. Colton and I were expecting a child.
Going to be parents.
Assuming this scan showed good things.
I let the doctor position me, and Colton moved so he could sit on the bed next to me and hold my hand.
“We got this,” he whispered.
The doctor covered the ultrasound wand in a latex sheath, then squirted it with lube.
“Is that a condom?” Colt asked. “Haven’t used one of those in a while.”
