Page 150 of Mia

I didn’t even bother looking for anything decent. Instead, I slipped into a pair of his sweats, a hoodie, and a pair of Ugg boots, since it was cold out. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and decided to forgo any makeup. The only plans I had for the day when we got back was to climb under my covers and try to rest.

Begrudgingly, I followed my husband downstairs and out to the car. I managed to get a good little twenty-minute nap in before we were pulling into the parking lot of the women’s care center. It had just opened, so there weren’t many cars in the parking lot. I prayed that meant we could get in, get out, and get home quickly.

Titan helped me out and led me inside. While I sat there trying to get in a few more minutes of sleep before I was called back, he filled out my intake paperwork.

“Baby…”

I groaned at him calling my name. “What?”

“When was your last period?”

The question caused me to sit up straight. I stared blankly at the wall, trying to do the calculations in my head.

“I… I don’t remember. Was it before St. Thomas?”

“Definitely before then. You haven’t had it since we’ve been back?”

I shook my head. “No.”

We stared at each other.

“You think⁠—”

“I don’t know,” I answered quickly. “Nothing’s happened all these months. I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “What if we have a reason?”

My lips trembled. “I’m scared.”

“I’m right here with you, mamas. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

Cupping my chin, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before going back to the paperwork. I sat rigid in the chair, my mind racing with a million what-ifs and possible outcomes.

What if I was pregnant?

What if I wasn’t?

What if I was, and I couldn’t carry this baby to term? Would they have to deliver it early? Would I even make it to the point?

There were so many thoughts running through my mind that I didn’t hear my name being called until I felt a nudge. I blinked and looked up to see Titan standing over me.

“You with me, love?” he asked.

“Sorry. I was just lost in my thoughts.”

“It’s your turn.”

He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. Slowly, we walked to the back. The nurse introduced herself, collected my height, weight, and urine sample, and placed us in a room to wait for the doctor. It seemed like time was moving particularly slow. I stared at the clock on the wall, counting the minutes until the door opened.

In walked a beautiful brown-skinned sister with long locs down her back. She offered a warm, friendly smile.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. DeLuca. I’m Dr. Walters. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” I choked out.

“I see you’re here because you suspect you have a stomach bug?”

“Yes ma’am.”