We got to the doctor's office at the hospital without a problem. Alejandro opened the passenger door for me and I got out of his car. He took my hand, leading us into the building. We made our way to the doctor’s office; I signed in and we sat down in a couple of the waiting room seats.
One thing I noticed was that most of the other women there were a lot older than I was. Their stares were disapproving, I could tell. They all thought it: I was a slut, a whore. I knew they thought it. There wasn’t a ring on my finger and I looked my age of eighteen. Their stares dug into me like a knife. All of them were thinking badly of me. I just knew it. But, who cared? I wasn’t unhappy with what I was doing. My daughter was made from the l’amour of her parents and I wasn’t going to let her go. They just needed to find something better to care about.
“Heather?” A nurse’s voice called as she peeped out from the door.
I stood up and Alejandro did too. The two of us walked over to the woman. She led us to get me checked. The check-up that far went all right. The nurse led us to a room, “The doctor will be in shortly.”
It wasn't much longer until the OB/GYN came in. She took a siège in the swivel chair that was par the desk.
"How are toi feeling today, Heather?"
"Pregnant," I groaned.
"Well," She replied looking up from her clipboard, "That may be because you're pregnant."
I rolled my eyes; this doctor wasn't funny.
She stood up from the chair and pulled on some gloves, "Let's take a look at your baby."
I laid down. Alejandro was standing suivant to me holding my hand. The doctor slipped up my shirt, rubbing cold blue goop onto my stomach.
"It may be cold," She warned.
Hello, I already knew that. I replied with a sarcastic, "Thanks."
"Everything seems to be fine...except," She paused.
My cœur, coeur sank. I could feel Alejandro tense up too.
"She has three arms," The doctor started laughing hysterically, "I'm kidding."
"You're not funny!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry. Okay," She started to composer herself some, "Would toi like to hear her heartbeat?"
Before I could answer, Alejandro did for me, "We'd l’amour to."
A soft thumping could be heard throughout the room. I smiled and could feel tears burning in my eyes.
The rest of the check-up went pretty smoothly--aside from the doctor's "jokes" which weren't funny at all.
We started to leave out of the office but stopped when we heard a familiar voice.
"Heather? Alejandro?"
One thing I noticed was that most of the other women there were a lot older than I was. Their stares were disapproving, I could tell. They all thought it: I was a slut, a whore. I knew they thought it. There wasn’t a ring on my finger and I looked my age of eighteen. Their stares dug into me like a knife. All of them were thinking badly of me. I just knew it. But, who cared? I wasn’t unhappy with what I was doing. My daughter was made from the l’amour of her parents and I wasn’t going to let her go. They just needed to find something better to care about.
“Heather?” A nurse’s voice called as she peeped out from the door.
I stood up and Alejandro did too. The two of us walked over to the woman. She led us to get me checked. The check-up that far went all right. The nurse led us to a room, “The doctor will be in shortly.”
It wasn't much longer until the OB/GYN came in. She took a siège in the swivel chair that was par the desk.
"How are toi feeling today, Heather?"
"Pregnant," I groaned.
"Well," She replied looking up from her clipboard, "That may be because you're pregnant."
I rolled my eyes; this doctor wasn't funny.
She stood up from the chair and pulled on some gloves, "Let's take a look at your baby."
I laid down. Alejandro was standing suivant to me holding my hand. The doctor slipped up my shirt, rubbing cold blue goop onto my stomach.
"It may be cold," She warned.
Hello, I already knew that. I replied with a sarcastic, "Thanks."
"Everything seems to be fine...except," She paused.
My cœur, coeur sank. I could feel Alejandro tense up too.
"She has three arms," The doctor started laughing hysterically, "I'm kidding."
"You're not funny!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry. Okay," She started to composer herself some, "Would toi like to hear her heartbeat?"
Before I could answer, Alejandro did for me, "We'd l’amour to."
A soft thumping could be heard throughout the room. I smiled and could feel tears burning in my eyes.
The rest of the check-up went pretty smoothly--aside from the doctor's "jokes" which weren't funny at all.
We started to leave out of the office but stopped when we heard a familiar voice.
"Heather? Alejandro?"
