Chapter 48 the miracle of ttwo

When you strive for happiness, look towards perfection.
Perfection is what my eyes behold…Jenna Moore. And beyond those layers that cover that beautiful bump of her belly is a miracle.
What else is a miracle is getting her out of bed this morning. We are supposed to go to the Doctor today to have our first scan done, but she reckons that the Doctor can wait for her.
"Baby, you need to get up. We are going to be late for our appointment."
"He can wait for me."
"Baby, the doctor, can t wait for you; that is why you make something called an appointment."
Well, here comes a pillow flying at me.
"Baby, I am going to drag you out of bed in that godawful pajamas if you don't get up now."
She only huffs and pulls the blankets even further over her head, "Just for that, I am going in my pajamas."
"Then rather stay because I don't want to be seen dead with you in those things. Why did you buy them anyway?"
"They are nice and cozy."
I only but smirk at her as I try to pull the blankets away from her, "But my body is nice and cozy."
"No, your body is hot and horny."
She only but burst out in a burst of terrible hysterical laughter; I swear I love this woman, but god, she is busy driving me crazy.
I know why she is stalling, and believe me that I am feeling the very same way. After what we have just been through, I understand that having to bear any more bad things happening will just destroy us completely. But I need to know that the baby is okay. We need something to live for to get us back through this; for god, I know that I have my own problems that I am not about to tell her about.
So after another half an hour, now being twenty minutes late, we are finally walking into the Doctor's rooms. I must say that the fear she had about anything hospital has gone, and I at least do not have to beg her to come inside.
It is with a cheerful mood that we are sitting in the waiting room. She has felt the need to show me pictures of natural childbirth. Now, if I were not so supportive, I would have gotten sick all over her lap. I really hope she does not expect me to witness that. I also hope it is as easy as they make it look on television.
After waiting for twenty minutes, which I think the Doctor did on purpose, we are finally shown through. Well, if I thought the pictures that were in that magazine were something to behold, this Doctor has some weird idea of what he believes is art on the walls.
Jenna gently squeezes my hand as she sees the fear of hell creep into my eyes, "Baby, it is going to be fine. You will get used to it after all the books you are going to read."
"Me? Read? The only thing I am reading is the morning paper."
And I should not have said that; she bursts out in tears while the Doctor only looks at us laughing. He shakes his head and shows for us to sit down.
So, after going through a whole list of twenty questions and even twenty more, he shows for Jenna to go get dressed in that gown which I still believe that they let you put the wrong way around. Now, why is he not allowing me to go in with her to change? I don't understand. She obviously had to be naked for that bump to happen. Sometimes I really wonder.
But after which seems to take her ten minutes, the Doctor finally shows for me that I can enter with him. As we enter, there is a half-naked Jenna eagerly waiting on the bed, playing with some odd machine with which looks like some, well, I just hope he does not stick that thing in her.
Barely able to contain my horror, I take a seat next to Jenna and grab her hand as tight as I can.
"Tyler, let go; I am not giving birth yet."
"Sorry, but this is just all so scary."
"Try being the one that has the little person in her belly."
"So you are not calling at a baby bug anymore?"
"I can't do that in front of the doctor."
"Well, you just did."
I watch as her puffy little face turns completely red as she stares at the Doctor. He only but laughs at her. "Mrs. Moore, I have heard far worse. Know let is listen to your baby's little heartbeat."
"Really," I ask the Doctor, surprise. "It has a heartbeat."
"Mr. Moore, how else do you think the baby stays alive?"
"That thing he is attached to."
I feel Jenna slap me so hard against that back that it stings as it burns, "That is an umbilical cord."
"A what? Umbili, what?"
"My god, Tyler, you are terrible."
Well, they both laugh at my expense and decide that I need books that have more pictures in them. I can see myself not eating for the next seven months.
But then my next horror comes, this man, this Doctor, wants Jenna to open that gown so he can touch her.
"I am sorry, but that ain't happening. You touch my wife, and I will fucking kill you."
"Mr. Moore," the Doctor, with still somewhat of amusement, says, "How else am I going to examine your wife?"
"Through her clothes."
Then he picks up that goddamn awful probe thing and sways it in front of my face. "And how am I going to use this then."
"If you stick that thing inside of her, then I am fucking ripping you apart. Now exam her like a normal doctor should."
I see as Jenna's eyes grow wild with anger, and I know that I have just done something wrong; all I want is to protect her, can't she see?
"Tyler, the Doctor needs to see my belly, naked, to run that thing OVER my belly. I will fucking kill him myself if he did anything else with it. Did you not read that book I asked you last night?"
"I was tired. I promise I will read it tonight."
"Ugh, you are impossible. Tonight I am teaching you how to fold a nappy."
"What happened to using disposable ones? I am not changing shit nappies."
"Well, I have news for you, Mister; you still need to change disposable ones."
Well, that renders me quiet for but a few moments.
So while we both were bickering, the Doctor has already got what seems like a very blurry picture on a screen for us to look at. Now, the man still has weird taste in art, for he is pointing at something that is grey in a black hole surrounded by grey again.
"That is your baby," he says to Jenna that nearly has a hysterical fit.
"Tyler," she tugs at my shirt, "Look, there is our baby."
"I am sorry, but I don't see it."
"Dammit, Tyler, can't you see its tiny, tiny baby?"
"Well, if it is tiny, tiny, then I am definitely not seeing it."
She slaps me once again; if this is what she is going to do during an examination, what the hell is she going to do when she gives birth?
"Tyler, look for his little round head then."
"Princess, everything looks round."
"Are you goddam blind, Tyler?"
"No, I just don't see what you are seeing."
She turns to the Doctor and only shakes her head, "Please, can you let us hear the heartbeat. Maybe this blind man can at least listen."
She rubs her hands together like a little girl that is just about to open her Christmas present, then next, "Tyler, listen, that is the heartbeat."
"It sounds like white noise to me."
"Tyler."
"Yes, Jenna?
"You are really dumb today."
"Okay, if that noise is the heartbeat, and that little oddly shaped ball is the baby, then both of you are dumb."
…Jenna POV…
I have Tyler standing here; now, I am unsure if the man is nervous or just being difficult. But now, he has just practically called the Doctor stupid. I don't think the Doctor is taking it amusing, yet he will carry on to entertain him.
"Tyler, please do explain how you have come to that conclusion?"
"Well," Tyler starts. "As you said, that is our baby. Now then, explain to me how it is that I see two of those ball things, and…"
Tyler cannot even finish his sentence; the Doctor looks back and studies the screen, "Oh, shit."
"Yes, oh, shit."
I watch as Tyler goes dead quiet, the man has gone even whiter than the Doctor's white coat. Then the Doctor speaks again, "It seems that you are having twins."
"Now," Tyler says rather urgent, "I am starting to doubt if you are the right Doctor for us. Before I faint, I need you to tell us otherwise."
And with that, Tyler pulls a chair closer; he falls back into it with a loud thud.
"Tyler," I pull his hand closer. "Are you okay?"
"I am absolute fan-fucking-tastic."
"Seriously? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, if it is a girl, then I still have a chance to have my boy."
I only but smack him on his hand, and we sit in nervous silence. Never did I thought that this was even possible. I was worried about bringing one little one into life, and now I have to look after two. Yes, insecurities sets in, but I know I will be a good mother, and if I feel I am lost, then I have this wonderful man.
But I need to get this wonderful man home; I think he is in need of a double shot of whiskey. I guess he is going to redo that room that he has already started painting. God, I just hope that he does not half pink and half blue. I think I might make him sleep in it.
And he sits there, he drops his head and squeezes the bridge of his nose so tight he can almost snap in half. Gently I place my hand on his shoulder.
"Baby, we are going to be okay."
"Baby, I just don't want to fail. Even though my father really loved me, he was always at work. The only time I got to spend with him is if I went there and sat in the corner and try to keep quiet."
"Hey, this is not going to happen to you. I know that you are going to be a great father."
After much convincing, he finally abandons his seat, but just as he gets up, he falls back again.