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With Her

Quil and Claire are married. When Claire becomes pregnant, what new difficulties will they face? In the series For Her. Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, and From Her. In that order... I think.

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4. Chapter 4

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I was really way too nervous. There wasn’t much of anything to worry about. I mean, everything would be fine, right? It wasn’t like it was the most important thing in the world in that room carrying my unborn first child or anything like that.

I stood up and paced back and forth. It was really too serious for my usual sarcastic wit. Then again, it was how I reacted to tension- by pretending I didn’t care. Ah, rich irony, that.

The women gathered in the waiting room, some of them visibly pregnant, stared at me as I paced faster and faster back and forth. I began to mutter a bit, probably looking utterly insane. Two women involved in conversation looked up at me.

One of them was large in all dimensions and had a motherly smile. She looked about thirty-six. She approached me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Calm down, son.”

I looked right in her eyes. They were perfectly serene, like nothing in all the world could be wrong. “My wife’s in there. What if…”

She shook her head a little. “How long’s she been pregnant?”

“About three months.”

“If anything’s wrong, the doctor’ll know. He’ll fix it up, don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Just take deep breaths.”

I tried, really I did. My breath just sort of flopped, getting caught somewhere between my mouth and my throat. It didn’t go anywhere near the lungs.

“You worried about the baby?”

“No, not yet… mostly just her.”

“Look, I’ve been there, I’ve done that. This’ll be my third kid. Willy’s almost ten now, and a nicer boy… but I didn’t talk to you to brag about my own children. I just want to tell you. Lots of women have babies. We’ve been doing it for millions of years, and back when we got started there weren’t ultrasounds and doctors. She’ll be fine. Never you worry.”

I smiled. It wasn’t easy. I’m sure it was a fairly terrifying expression, my teeth bared without any real amity. “Thanks.”

Just then, the door swung open. “Mr. Quil Ateara, come on in.”

The woman patted me on the back. “You see? Nothing to be scared of. Now go on in there.”

This time, the smile is real. “All right. Good… good luck with the baby and everything.”

She’s still laughing when I walked past the white-garbed nurse into the room.

Claire was sitting on the bed, talking to the doctor. I appraised him, as I did everyone. He seemed nice enough, tan, around forty, with a big smile and handsome jaw and friendly blue eyes. Good. I was getting too old to tear people to shreds.

“Ms. Ateara…”

“Doctor Ateara,” I interrupted, and Claire glared at me.

“Apologies. Dr. Ateara, this is your first pregnancy, correct?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“We’ve done an examination, as I’m sure you realized… I’ve just gotten the results back, so I called your husband in to hear.”

“What is it?” I demanded.

“Don’t worry. It’s probably nothing.”

I did not like the sound of ‘probably nothing’.

“The reason I asked about former pregnancies twice is it appears there’s some damage to your cervix. It may not be a problem, but often trauma is the cause of this kind of damage.”

Claire buried her head in my shoulder.