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Chapter Twenty-One: Seven Pounds

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I hate that feeling when you wake up in the morning feeling like absolute shit for no reason.

Like why me?

I had went to bed around nine o'clock last night because I had the worst freaking cramps.

I tossed and turned all last night to the point where I went and slept in the guest bedroom because I hated that Garrett wasn't getting any sleep.

He had just woken me up with breakfast in bed though. I know exactly why I married this man...For his cooking abilities.

Sure, I'm a decent cook but him, he can just make anything taste good.

We had been living in our new home for about a month now. It was amazing! I'm not gonna lie, we have had amazing sex about every night. We scream as loud as we can because hey, it's our home! We can do whatever the fuck we want!

I just hope the bakery next door can't hear us. I mean we haven't had any complains yet so I think the coast is clear. We usually try to keep the sex designated for the upstairs bedroom just in case.

I eventually crawled out of bed and made my way upstairs back to our bedroom where I went to shower.

Unfortunately, I didn't make it to the shower because I felt the urge to puke my breakfast up.

Thankfully I made it to the toilet before I threw up everything that was in the toilet.

"Babe? Are you okay?" A voice calls out before coming closer.

I groaned before I wiped my mouth off with my hand, "Uh, I honestly don't know."

He sits down beside me and begins to rub my back. "Want me to make an appointment at the doctors?"

I nod, I may as well. I haven't been to the doctor in a while. I haven't felt this shitty in a long time...

I slowly stood up from the toilet bowl and flushed whatever had gone in there. "Let me shower first. Can you lay some comfy clothes out for me?"

He nods and kisses my forehead, "I'll make you a cup of ginger tea too. It's supposed to help with nausea and whatnot."

I scrunch up my nose at the sound of ginger tea, I was only really a fan of sweet tea. I guess that's a southern problem...

I shouldn't even care about how nasty it tastes, whatever will make me feel better.

I brush my teeth not being able to take the stench that was coming out of my mouth, then get into the shower where I stood there just letting the water roll off my body not having a care in the world.

After my long shower I head back out to the bedroom to find a pair of knee length leggings and a t-shirt I had cut into a tank top.

I pulled in a pair of nikes and didn't worry about putting any makeup on, I mean why should I?

I'm sick.

Although I do feel so much better after throwing up now.

Did I really even need to go to the doctor?

"Babe let's go!" Garrett called me from downstairs.

I grabbed my phone and headed down the numerous amount of stairs before reaching the main level where Garrett was standing impatiently at the bottom of the staircase.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand in mine and pulled him out of the door.

It was the middle of July so it was hot. By hot I mean it felt like I was fixing to melt into a puddle of lava. It was scorching.

I should be at the beach tanning right now, not going to the doctors office.

We took the Maserati and put the top down letting the heat hit us. Damn you sun.

We drove for about ten minutes until we got to the nearest clinic we could find. I groan as we head for the doors.

Was this really necessary?

"Yes babe. No one just randomly throws up." Garrett comments. Oh did I say that out loud?

"For all I know you could have been trying to poison me."

He throws his head back and laughs, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walk into the building, "I'm not done with you just yet."

"Gee thanks."

We sign the forms and patiently wait for my name to be called.

After what seems like hours the door bursts open, "Mrs. Adams?" The nurse called out.

I'm still not over the name change. I love it!

I excitedly stand up wanting to get this examination over with and head towards the door with Garrett hot on my trail.

"Okay, please take your shoes off and back up against the wall so we can take your measurement for your height."

I obeyed her and she wrote down my height.

5'4

"Now stand on the scale and we will get your weight."

129

Holy shit I've gained seven pounds since I came here in May!

I need to stop eating so much crap and start to eat healthy.

"Now you two can head into the room and the doctor should be there shortly!" The overly perky nurse stated.

I rolled my eyes as she practically skipped back towards the front of the office.

How do people love to work that much.

Sure I love my job but I don't have enough energy to be that nice to people.

Once we reach the private office I let out a cry, "I've gained seven pounds in two months! What the fuck!"

Garrett's eyes widen, "Babe, don't worry! You're still perfect as ever. I honestly didn't even notice. You can't even tell."

I groan and rest my head in the palms of my hands, "I just I didn't think I was eating that badly."

"Maybe you're not."

I look up and roll my eyes, "Really? How else would it make sense then?"

"Well you-." The door flew open cutting our conversation off.

"Hi Mrs. and Mr. Adams, I am doctor Bailey and I will be your doctor for today." He shakes both of our hands before looking at me, "Can you lay back on the chair?"

I obey and follow his instructions, "Now Jessica, how long have you felt nauseous?"

"I've had some pretty bad cramps and felt super uncomfortable these past few days but this morning was the first time I've thrown up."

He brings to take my blood pressure and check my heart beat and whatnot. "How long have you two been married?"

"For a little over a month." Garrett responds curiously looking at what doctor Bailey was doing with the stethoscope.

"And I'm guessing you two are engaged in sexual activity?"

We both nod and I couldn't help but blush in a slight bit of embarrassment. His fingers linger on my stomach for a long second before he begins to write stuff down in his folder.

He lets out a sigh before turning towards me, "Well Jessica, it seems that your nausea is not caused by the flu, it was morning sickness."

"...as if I'm pregnant." I add.

"Yes." Doctor Bailey responds.

I peek behind him over at Garrett who's jaw was dropped open in shock.

"I'm- she's pregnant?" Garrett asks shocked. I couldn't help but giggle as he was going to say that he was pregnant.

"Yes. If you would like we could schedule you for a ultrasound quickly, the clinic isn't very busy this morning."

Garrett interjects before I can respond, "Yes, we would love to!"

Doctor Bailey closes his folder before standing up, "Follow me then."

I stay frozen in my seat, shocked at the fact that I, Jessica Adams, are officially pregnant.

I peek over at Garrett who is walking towards me at a fast pace. "Oh my gosh. I can't believe it." He breathes.

"Me either. Wow."

"That explains the added weight." His hand touches my stomach before grabbing my hand and gently making me stand up.

We follow doctor Bailey to the next room and there is a woman in there. I'm assuming she is the doctor.

"Alright guys, it was lovely to meet you. Doctor Barnett will take care of you now."

We bid goodbye and focus our attention on the new doctor.

"Hi! I suppose some good news came your way?" She asks and we both nod. "That's great to hear! I'm Doctor Barnett but you're welcome to call me Lindsey. Now please, lay back and let's get this started."

She lifts my shirt up reveling my plump tummy that showed I was adding a little skin to my stomach.

She grabs a bottle of gel, "This may be a little cold now."

She smears it all across my stomach and I flinch at the contact of the cook gel.

She grabs the transducer and places it on top of my stomach and moves it around.

After a minute of moving around she stops and points to the screen, "There is your baby. It is about five weeks old now, it is the size of a apple seed."

My hands fly to my mouth as I look at the small figure on the screen furiously moving around. "Wow he's fast."

"He?" Garrett comments.

I shrug, "I don't know it just seems like it would be a boy." I turn to the doctor, "How many weeks until we can tell the gender?"

"The earliest is around twelve weeks but it could be at least sixteen until we are for sure what the gender is."

I nod not being able to look away from the screen. Soon I will be a mother.

This is so surreal.