Page 112 of Oblivion
“We need to get over some things, Ophelia, and I’ll be scheduling an ultrasound for you in the next few weeks.”
“Okay.” I nodded, my cheeks burning. The doctor didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what was the context of Storm’s words to me.
“Do you remember when you had your last period?” the doctor asked, sitting down on his chair and opening my chart.
“Uh, more than two months ago I think. I just…” I huffed. “I was too busy to even think about it.”
“Do you have any idea when the babies were conceived?”
“The beginning of July,” Storm answered instead, proudly sitting next to me. “I just got you back,” he said, looking at me. “It was the beginning of July.”
“Good, good,” the doctor murmured, writing down the details. “If the calculations are correct, and judging by your blood tests, you’re somewhere between seven and eight weeks pregnant.”
“I’m sorry, doctor, I’m confused,” I said. “I only started puking the other day, and I had no other symptoms prior to that.”
“Ah, it’s because every pregnancy is different. I had a patient who only found out she was pregnant at around six months. She didn't even show until the seventh month. The other one found out she was pregnant at less than three weeks. It happens, and it is absolutely okay.”
I hated feeling as if there was something wrong with me because I didn’t have any symptoms before. I hated that it mattered so much to me, when the logical part of me knew it was absolutely okay.
“Did you have any spotting?” the doctor asked, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
I shook my head, looking down at my lap. “No,” I murmured. “I’ve been craving pickles, though.” I smiled, remembering when I woke Zoe up to come and eat with me. I didn’t even know I was pregnant back then.
“Pickles, huh?” Storm asked, smiling. “They’re my favorite.”
“It seems that they’re their favorite as well,” I murmured.
“Okay, guys,” Doctor Pavlowski exclaimed, standing up. “I scheduled you for an ultrasound in four weeks. That’s,” he looked down at his calendar, “October first. The nurse outside will give you your prescription and will take all the necessary details. Keep eating healthy, keep exercising.” I chuckled at that. I couldn’t remember the last time I did any physical activity, not to mention an exercise. But I probably should. I’d read somewhere that it was better to be in good physical shape as it helps with the birth.
“We will figure out the due date when I see you next time, but I’m assuming it will be somewhere around February or March.”
“Are we going to be able to see their gender during the ultrasound,” I asked, moving slowly down the table when Storm’s arm shot out, wrapping around my middle and helping me to step down.
“We will see. Most of the time we are unable to see the gender before eighteen weeks, but it could be possible if the little ones coordinate with us.” He chuckled.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Storm murmured, taking my bag from the table. “We appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“One last question though,” Storm said just as I was in front of the door. I frowned, looking at him, and for the first time he seemed really nervous. Not about the pregnancy itself, but the expression on his face was one I haven’t seen before.
“Are we able to, you know?” He looked at the floor, avoiding the doctor's eyes.
“Are you able to do what?” the doctor asked.
“You know, with the pregnancy,” he murmured.
“I don’t follow.”
Storm took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and blurted out. “Are we able to have sex?”
The doctor started laughing, I almost fell down on the floor, and this man who didn’t seem embarrassed by anything turned as red as a tomato, waiting for an answer.
“You absolutely are.” He laughed. “The babies are safe in her womb, so there’s nothing that could harm them.”
“Not even my—”
“Storm!” I shrieked. “It’s going to be okay.” I laughed, wrapping my hand around his bicep, pulling him to me. “He said there’s no harm.”
