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@annalis-e--shadowofpanem

The hours began to blend together.

As Pan waited for any sign of consciousness from O-Ren, she watched the sun fall from the center to the sky down to the horizon. In the time it took an early afternoon to become dusk, Amy and Cereza bickered about whether or not to stay in Texas, or leave; Amy was firm in her belief that a hospital was where O-Ren belonged, while Cereza felt that until O-Ren herself released Pan from the task at hand, she could never truly be “done.” Poor Leslie was wedged between them, trying desperately to keep the peace on “her” plane.

Meanwhile, Pan was left idling by O-Ren’s side. The personal cabin was turned into a makeshift infirmary by the plane’s paramedic, a woman in her late fifties named Lydia Adams, the most American name Pan had heard in some time. A stray thought to be tossed away,,, except Bowen wouldn’t let it go.

“Didn’t you approve the plane’s staff manifest yourself?” Bowen sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not in the mood for this right now,” Pan shook her head. Her fingers ran to the bracelet around her wrist, but…

Lucky sat in the corner, wearing the weary gaze of someone battling heartbreak.

“I know where you’re going with this. I’m not…” Pan sighed. “I’m not ready to know.”

Silence. The only sound was the paramedic going about her duties, with Cereza and Amy melting into background noise.

“You told me stories growing up,” Lucky smiled warmly. “You told me how you wanted to prove to yourself that you couldn’t have kids, so you took a random trip to a clinic, only to find out that you could. You told me about your physical, and how you told yourself again and again that it was wrong. And then you told yourself that if it was right, you’d be a failure of a mother. But then you faced your fears, and when the day came, and you held us for the first time—”

Bowen rested her head against the cabin wall. “You said your love for us was greater than any fear you have ever known.” She smiled. “I always loved that story.”

Pan looked up to find the twins had gone again. It was just her, her friends, and the paramedic.

“The medical officer for this flight was, Owen Richards, what happened to him?” Pan suddenly sat up. “Your replacing him isn’t reflected on the manifest.

The paramedic went about her duties without missing a beat. “It was very last minute. I was asked to step in for Mr. Richards rather suddenly.”

“Asked by who?”

Only then did the paramedic pause. So did Amy, mid-sentence. Cereza and Leslie noticed Amy’s hesitance immediately, and her attempts to steel her brown betrayed her.

“I see.” Pan stood, crossing her arms. “I don’t suppose Amy selected you because you have a background in fertility?”

All remained silent.

Lydia began to stammer out in reply. “S-she said she wanted a second opinion independent of the physica—

“How were you planning to get a sample for testing?”

Lydia daren’t speak. Amy daren’t speak. Leslie forgot how to speak. Cereza watched the scene unfold, astounded.

“You know what, forget it.” Pan stood, storming over to the cabin door, and slamming it shut, locking the latch. She pulled her sleeve up as high as her shirt would allow. “If I am…, then blood is more reliable at this stage than urine. But you’d know this already, which is why you’re here. So, get on with it.’

Again, it was silent. The petrified Lydia was startled by Amy’s hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok. We’re all just a little stressed.”

If only for the doctor’s sake, Pan concurred with a nod. “I’m sorry, I’m just… Can we get this over with, please?”

Lydia managed a nod and gathered what she needed to draw a blood sample. Pan had words of ire for Amy but at the sight of Lucky and Bowen sitting side by side on the edge of O-ren’s bed, she quickly forgot them. They joined hands and smiled

The plane grew quiet as everyone retired to their own corners, leaving Pan and O-ren alone in the cabin. Much to her annoyance, even though blood tests were more accurate….they were also slower. The sun fell out of the sky entirely while the crew fanned out to a local hotel for the night, at Amy’s insistence.

Before she left, Lydia knocked on the cabin door.

“It’s open,” Pan called.

The door opened slowly, and Lydia entered with a single vanilla folder, closing the door behind her. “First off, I apologize for my role in my colleague, Amy’s, deception.”

“It’s nobody’s fault.”

“As a doctor with her own practice, I should have been forthright with you about Amy’s intentions. In any case… I wanted to deliver this before I left for the night.”

Lydia handed Pan the folder, and in her hands, it weighed a ton. But it didn’t matter at all what was in it. The doctor stepped back through the door and summarized the folder’s contents in a short wish goodnight.

“Congratulations, Director.”

Lydia closed the door softly. Pan froze. The folder fell from her grasp, the papers scattering across the floor.

She couldn’t stop the tears, even if she had tried.

Minami and Go go sat silently around the coffee table in O-ren’s apartment. The silence had persisted for quite a while but it wasn't uncomfortable or empty. In fact it was overly full. Minami leant forward and rested her face in her hands, she looked exhausted, and devastated. Go go was harder to read, but that was partly contrast, Minami was demonstrative, she was not. But that didn't mean she didn't feel the same pain.

“You have to know you’ve done nothing wrong, understand me?”

She said seriously to the other woman, turning her gaze back from the window. Minami knotted her fingers together anxiously.

“That’s easier said.”

“I’m serious. Bill is a manipulator, it’s what he does. O-ren wouldn't want you to feel this way about it. She’d want you to survive. And besides...”

Go go thought again about the missing sword. It was funny how the absence of an object could signify so much.

“I’m not convinced we need to be grieving, not yet.”

Go go got to her feet and Minami’s gaze followed her.

“Where are you going?”

“Airport, Texas.”

“You cant!” Minami almost yelled, her nerves frayed. She put her hands to her head and tried to calm herself. “You know these people! You know what they do! What if they kill you!?”

The genuine concern touched Go go, she gave Minami a gentle look.

“I’m not going to fight anybody. I’ll make sure they don't even see me. But I need to find out where she is, if she’s ok...And either way... I need to bring her home Minami.”

Minami’s mouth opened, closed. There was no argument to be had. Go go picked up her bag.

“You should get out of here, try to get some rest. I’ll call you when I know something, I promise.”

Go go nodded to the other woman and moved with her old efficiency. She’d be on a flight to Texas before it was dark.

On the director’s jet, in a luxury cabin, O-ren lay serene and unmoving. Every vital sign was perfectly in order, apart from her complete and utter non-responsiveness.

Poisoning had been Bill’s first method of carrying out his profession, before he enlisted other people to do his killing for him. And this particular toxin had been in the works for a few years, he’d kept it to one side - just in case. Whilst most medical professionals would be vexed by it’s effects, a skilled chemist would find that it contained a ribonucleic acid strand particular to O-ren, which caused her brain to continuously produce the chemicals required for REM sleep. It would take an equally skilled hand to undo.

In the ebb of the dream O-ren stood on a beach. It was night, and the moon hit the surf in a dazzle. Go go was there, she was a little younger. She was crying, but O-ren didn't know why, and no matter how far she walked she couldnt reach her.

“Don't cry....” She uttered softly, but didn't know if she was heard.

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wyverndollface96 · 2 years

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Adaman x Female Reader: Pain In Two Ways pt 5

A week and a half ran by; your ex lover gets back on his feet and sets off to face Lilligant, the Lady of the Ridge, with only his left arm. You, somehow, had some complications, only leading to something hopeful. Blood draw warning!

Y/N = Your name

E/N = Ex’s name

After hearing (E/N) was up and going on with his excursions, Adaman brought you to the infirmary so Pesselle can check on your mouth. She had a helper with her to help remove your stitches if the wounds in your mouth were healed. “Looks like you’re ready to have them removed, miss,” she says, “don’t worry. We’ll numb you before we work on it. There are no more open wounds, however, and your swelling has gone down.” You nod in response. You suddenly began to feel nauseous. You put both hands to your stomach. “Oh, are you okay?” the helper asks. “Probably nervous.” Pesselle said. Adaman placed a hand on your shoulder. “Deep breath, (Y/N).” he says. You took a couple of deep breaths to try to fight down the feeling; trying not to throw up. “That’s it, (Y/N),” Pesselle says calmly, “just relax.” Adaman grabs the nearest trash can and places it on the floor in front of you. “Just in case.” he says. You took another few big breaths until you felt at ease. “Okay, I’m fine now.” you said. “Alright,” the helper says as she puts numbing medicine on a swab and brings it up to you, “open.” You carefully open your mouth and the lady applies the medicine in your mouth. Your mouth began to numb up; it was hanging open. “You feel anything in there?” Pesselle asks. You shook your head. You drooled some and Adaman took a tissue to wipe your mouth. “It’ll be over soon, babe. Don’t worry. Just relax.”

You lay back and and continued to relax your body as Pesselle was ready to remove your stitches from your mouth. You were holding Adaman’s hand as Pesselle was carefully taking them out with tweezers. You couldn’t feel a thing, thanks to the medicine. Once all the stitches were removed from your mouth, you relaxed your face. You looked at Adaman, who was smiling calmly at you. “You did good, honey,” he says, “I’m proud of you.” You smiled lightly. “It was pretty difficult, but glad it’s done.” Pesselle says. You sat yourself up. You were feeling relieved your mouth conditions were done for. But not so relieved when you noticed the stitching from in your mouth resting in the trash can. You became nauseous again; you started to gag. Adaman noticed and quickly picked the trash can up, holding it up to you. You then threw up in it. Thankfully, the acid from your stomach didn’t affect your mouth since your wounds were healed. You held the can in your hands; Adaman rubs your back. “There you go, sweetheart. Let it all out. There you go.” You chucked up a little more, then you stopped. You set the trash can back down on the floor. Tears began to flow from your eyes. “Aww, babe…” Adaman catches a tear with his finger; having a worried look in his eyes, trying to calm you. “It’s gonna be okay. You were just nervous. It’s over now. Your stitches had been taken out after those wounds healed.” “Adaman…” you groaned. “Hmm?” Adaman holds your hand, awaiting what you are about to say. “There are other things going on besides this.” you tell him. “Oh, dear,” Adaman puts his free hand on your shoulder, “what else is there?” You put your free hand on your stomach, saying, “I’ve been constipated for three days now. Can’t seem to go, no matter what I do. Also, I’m nearly two weeks late.” “Oh…” Pesselle says. “‘Late’?” Adaman repeats. “I missed a period.” you said. Pesselle walks over to a drawer and pulls out a cup, then brings it to you. “Here, (Y/N). Bring this into the bathroom and collect a urine sample so I can test it. And when you come back in, I’ll need a blood sample as well.” You gulped at hearing you were gonna have some blood drawn from you. But with Adaman beside you, you should be okay with it.

So you took the cup into the bathroom with you. You hovered over the toilet with the cup below you and you peed in it. There wasn’t much, but it filled the cup a little over halfway. Once you were done, you washed your hands, brought the cup out and handed it to Pesselle. “Alright, let’s sample your blood.” She put the cup aside and took a clean needle out of the drawer so she could draw some of your blood.. You held closely to Adaman as you were trembling, but having one arm out for Pesselle to stick the needle into. You hated needles. You hated literally any kind of medical tool being put into your skin. Adaman rubs your back. “Relax, honey,” he calmly encourages you, “take a deep breath. Focus on me and not the needle.” He cups your cheek with his free hand and you look up into his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Pesselle went to sticking the needle into your arm. It triggered some tears; Adaman sees the tears and wipes them with his thumb. “Shhh…It’s okay,” he says, his voice sounded so calm and understanding, “just a little bit is all it takes. It’s okay.” Pesselle was slowly and carefully extracting a bit of blood from your arm.

Once that was done, her helper placed a cotton ball on the spot on your arm where the needle was, then she wrapped a bandage around it. “Alright, that’s all I needed from you. See?” Pesselle holds up the tube that was partially full of your blood she extracted from you. You looked at it, groaned and quickly buried your face in Adaman’s chest. Adaman gently put a hand on the back of your head. “You should lay down, honey. Here, let’s go rest on the bed for a while.” He walks you back to the bed and you lay down on it. You close your eyes to rest while Pesselle ran tests on your samples. Adaman stayed by your side.

You open your eyes sometime after; Adaman and Pesselle were smiling at you. “Congratulations, (Y/N),” Pesselle says with a gentle and hopeful tone, “you’re pregnant.”

To be continued…

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atths--twice · 4 years

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Okay... we are now heading into the last five chapters of the story. Also, we are now on the last episode of the revival. God... there is so much I wish we would have seen. So many things, that would have wrapped things up in a better way, especially knowing, at the time, that it was most likely the very last time, ever. Instead, we saw what was mostly nonstop car chases.

But... once again, that’s why we love fanfic so much. Amirite? I hope you enjoy these final chapters. <3 Thank you for taking this journey with me.

Chapter Forty One

Echoes of the Past

Scully has an appointment with a doctor, sure she knows what is wrong, but is in for a big surprise. Then the day goes to hell and their world is turned upside down.

March 2018

The rustle of the paper under her, made Scully feel anxious. Well, more anxious than she felt when she first walked into the hospital. She had not been back for a visit or to check in with any fellow doctors since she had been back at the FBI. Except for an occasional email from Doctor Clark, and of course Alan, she had not spoken to anyone.

Today, she squeezed in time to see Doctor Clark, who hopefully could figure out what was wrong with her. She had been feeling tired, occasional dizziness, chills, and simply feeling off. She could have chalked it up to numerous things, moving recently, the healthy amount of sex she and Mulder had been having, and simply getting older, but she knew that was not it. Something was not right.

The tiredness she could understand, but the chills and dizziness added to the fact that her menstrual cycles were becoming even more sporadic than normal, she knew she needed an exam. It was the start of menopause, she knew it had to be, but she needed to be sure. The thought of cancer or some other illness crossed her mind, but as she touched the back of her neck, she knew she was okay, yet she was still scared.

Better to know, than worry, she thought.

A knock sounded and then the door opened and Doctor Clark walked in, shutting the door behind her. She smiled and walked over, putting her arms around Scully. “You look wonderful, Doctor Scully, Dana. It’s great to see you,” she said, pulling back as she looked at her and smiled. “I love your hair like this, it’s very cute.”

“Thank you,” Scully said with a nervous smile. “It’s good to see you too, Charlotte.”

“So, what brings you in today?” Charlotte asked, walking to the sink to wash her hands.

“Well, I’ve been feeling … off the past few days. Something has had me feeling … I don’t know and … I think I might know what it is, but I want to be sure,” Scully said quietly. Charlotte looked at her and smiled, raising her eyebrows, causing Scully to sigh. “I’m almost certain it’s menopause, and I’ve been in denial about it, but I can’t be anymore. I’m in my fifties, I know it’s going to happen, but …” she sighed and stared at her. Charlotte smiled and walked over to her, her stethoscope out.

“Well, let’s do a checkup and see what’s going on. Quiet those worries you’re having,” she said, listening to her heart and lungs. Blood pressure was next, and Scully felt it would be higher than normal with all the anxiety she was feeling. Surprisingly, it was still in her regular range, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get a blood draw and some urine,” Charlotte said and Scully nodded. She rolled up her sleeve and the sample was taken. Getting off the table, she grabbed the urine sample cup and then went down the hall to the restroom.

She stared at herself in the mirror before using the toilet, saddened by the fact that she had not ever asked her mother when she went through menopause or known when her grandmother had for that matter. She laughed out a breath as she shook her head. So much had happened to her in the past twenty-five years that she doubted her body would have behaved accordingly anyway. Sighing, she stepped to the toilet to move this along and find the answers she needed.

Sitting in the exam room and waiting for Charlotte to come back was excruciatingly painful. Glancing at the clock, the twenty minutes she had been waiting felt like two hours. Finally, she heard a knock on the door and then Charlotte walked back into the room. She turned and closed the door, taking a second before looking at her.

“Jesus, is something wrong?” Scully asked. “Is … it’s just menopause, right? Not something terrible? Charlotte ... please …”

“No, it’s not menopause, Dana,” she said quietly, with a look Scully could not place. She stepped closer to her and then took her hands, causing Scully’s heart to race, knowing she was trying to soften the blow of the news.

“Charlotte,” Scully whispered.

“It’s not menopause,” she said with a squeeze to Scully’s hands. “You’re pregnant.”

Scully stared at her in utter disbelief, pulling her hands out of Charlotte’s grasp and leaning back to stare at her. Her unwavering expression was sincere, causing her pounding heart to stop beating altogether.

“What? That’s … that’s impossible. More than impossible. The test has to be wrong. I cannot be pregnant. Have them test it again. Please, Charlotte.” Scully felt tears in her eyes, and she wiped at them quickly.

“Dana, they ran the test three times. I watched them the last time so that I could be one hundred percent sure. You are pregnant.” Charlotte smiled, and Scully shook her head.

“You don’t understand, I can’t be pregnant. I …” Scully said, unable to continue.

“It’s not a regular occurrence, but it has been known to happen to women in the fifties …”

“No, it’s not the age thing. It’s … I’m not able to get pregnant. It’s not possible,” Scully said, getting off the table, feeling the need to move around ... to do something. She stopped and looked at Charlotte, shaking her head. “How could this have happened?”

“Dana …” she said with a chuckle and a shake of her head. Scully felt her cheeks grow warm, and she started moving again. “Like I said ... it’s not unheard of for a woman of your age to become pregnant. The body is changing and perhaps it’s a … last chance kind of occurrence. If you thought you were unable to conceive it stands to reason that you were not considering birth control. But unprotected sexual activity generally has the possibility to lead to pregnancy.” Scully stopped and stared at her. A hard stare that had made suspects confess to crimes, but simply made Charlotte laugh softly. Scully started pacing again but stopped when an arm was placed in front of her.

“Dana, how about we do an ultrasound? Let’s get a look and see how far along you are ... give you some peace of mind?” Charlotte asked kindly, touching Scully’s shoulder. Swallowing hard, Scully nodded, her heart racing again.

Charlotte left the room to get the ultrasound machine as Scully stood frozen, her hand going to her stomach. No way it was true. The first time was surprising enough, but this? How? And what? This could not be true. After all these years, after everything they have been through, after … William, and praying for the possibility of a second miracle and getting nothing in return, why now? The test had to be wrong, it simply had to be.

She placed both hands on her stomach, fear and worry over what this meant, weighing heavily on her mind. Yet praying that it could be true even as her mind raced with the odds against her. A second chance … could it be? Her eyes filled with tears, and she closed them, not letting her heart be set on this hope.

Just wait. Wait for the ultrasound, she thought.

“Baby,” she whispered. “If there’s a possibility that you’re in there, please understand my doubts and my worries. Please…” She wiped her eyes and put her hands back on her stomach, rubbing them around, worried, fearful and praying,

“Here we go,” Charlotte said, pushing the ultrasound machine into the room. She glanced at Scully with a smile and walked over to her, guiding her back to the exam table. “Come on, Dana, let’s see about that little one.”

Scully sat on the table, and Charlotte laid it back, guiding her into the best position. Her hand went to Scully’s forearm, giving her a brief squeeze before she went to prepare the machine. Scully closed her eyes as she listened to Charlotte typing at the keyboard, her hands on her stomach again, taking in and blowing out deep breaths.

“Okay, we need to lift your shirt and get your pants down a little. This will be cold, but you know that,” Charlotte said, as Scully lifted her sweatshirt, and unbuttoned and opened her pants. When the cold gel was squeezed onto her belly, she gasped.

“Sorry,” Charlotte said, before taking the wand and moving it around on her belly. Scully kept her eyes closed, waiting, not daring to believe it could be true.

Then she heard it, a sound she never thought she would ever hear again and she began to sob. The heartbeat, a steady whoosh whoosh that filled the room and her ears with hope. Her eyes opened and through her tears, she could see the fluttering heartbeat on the screen. Undeniable proof that she was, indeed, pregnant.

“Oh my God,” she cried, watching the screen and seeing the little person inside of her. “Look at that.” Crying again, she shook her head, amazed at the alien looking image and imagining what Mulder would say.

Oh, Mulder.

“So, looking at size here, I’d say you’re about eight weeks along,” Charlotte said, taking photos and measurements.

Scully did some fast math and laughed internally. The doppelganger case, of course.Never could they ever do anything simply or normally. The first time back to being together, and they made a baby.

Or maybe it was the second time, she thought with a grin. She shook her head again at the image she saw on the screen. Not out of the realm of extreme possibilities, indeed.

The sound of pictures being printed shook her from her thoughts as she wiped her eyes. Charlotte grabbed some tissues, handing her a few, before gently wiping the gel from Scully’s stomach, smiling at her as she did. Her stomach cleaned, Scully buttoned her pants and pulled her shirt back down, her hands staying on her stomach, holding onto the child inside her.

“Everything looks great, right on track to where the baby should be at this stage, but you still need to follow up with an OB soon,” Charlotte said, taking the photos from the machine and handing them to Scully. She sat up and gazed at them, her heart pounding with fear and excitement. What did this mean? Jesus …

“I would assume an amniocentesis will need to be done, but it will be up to your OB,” Charlotte said, touching Scully’s shoulder. “I know you know this, but you need to take it easy and be aware that things are going to be a bit different now. I don’t know what your current work entails, but I’m sure it’s more physically demanding than working here. Just be careful. You’ve got some precious cargo there,” she said with a nod to the papers in Scully’s hands. Scully smiled slightly as she looked down, nodding her head as she looked again at the photos in her hands.

“Kid’s gonna be gorgeous, male or female, with the two of you as parents,” Charlotte said, making Scully look up at her again.

“How did you know it was him? Mulder, I mean? I could have been seeing someone else since you saw me last,” Scully asked.

“Dana, please,” Charlotte said with a stare. “You two were made and meant for each other. I’ve seen you together enough times over the years to see it. No, it wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. I have never seen a couple like the two of you. How he watched you, the way you had conversations with your eyes ... your smile when he was around, and your lack of one when he wasn’t. When you two were in a room it was like nobody else existed. It was beautiful, and I doubt that has changed. I knew the two of you would figure out a way back to each other.” Scully stared at her, and she nodded. “Yes, I noticed you weren’t together, your face had lost its smile. But,” she gestured to the photos, “it looks like you found it again.” Scully blushed again, and Charlotte laughed.

“Congratulations, Dana. I know it’s scary and there are a million thoughts running through your head, but you’re going to have a baby. That’s fantastic,” Charlotte smiled, and Scully nodded again, her worries taking a backseat for a brief moment. She stepped off the table and hugged Charlotte.

“Thank you, for everything. Now I need to go and tell Mulder,” she said, stepping back and putting her photos into her pocket. She smiled again and held onto Charlotte’s hand, nodding at her, and heading out the door.

Fear and excitement coursed through her equally as she drove home. She could not stop the smile that sporadically came across her face, but then she began to feel anxious the closer she got to the house. Could this really be it? Somehow she had been given a chance to get it right, to be the mother she always wanted, but never truly had the chance to do.

Not long enough anyway, she thought, remembering the feel of William in her arms, the delicious baby scent of him. They were given a second chance. For everything, and right now, she was determined that nothing could ruin this moment.

Her cell phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. She answered, even though she was pulling up the driveway, believing it was Mulder.

“Hello?”

“Dana? It’s Monica Reyes.”

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In a blur that left her dizzy, Mulder was gone. The words she had been ready to spill out and any happiness she felt on the drive over, gone like a leaf in the wind. She stood in the middle of the room and tried to process everything that happened in the past few minutes. Monica knew where William was, that he was in danger, and Mulder was going to find him. But it was wrong, she knew it was and she needed to stay, as much for William, as for the new child inside her. What good would she do anyone, putting herself in danger? No, she needed to be smarter. Safer. Watching Mulder leave without her, running toward danger, toward what she knew was wrong, resurrected the worries from the past, and she was scared.

"Just come back alive.”

God, she could not lose him again, not now and not ever. Turning to do what, she did not know, the door burst open and she spun back around. Mulder stood in the doorway, his eyes searching hers, before stepping toward her and pulling her to him. She exhaled a breath of relief and wrapped her arms around his waist, closing her eyes as she laid her head against his chest. He said nothing, just held her tight before letting go and stepping back. Looking into her eyes, he held her face in his hands and kissed her softly, twice, then stared at her again.

“I’ll find him. I promise,” he said quietly, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he held her face. She nodded as he kissed her once more, stepping back, and walking out the door, slamming it behind him.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she heard the car drive away and closed her eyes, praying for his safety. She turned in the silence of the house and began to pace, not sure if she made the right decision. The baby needed to be protected, but what about William? What if she was wrong and he was on that plane?

She sat at the table and put her head down on her arms. Moving one hand down to her stomach, she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Mulder was an hour away from that airport in Maryland and yet, she knew it would be a dead end. But what if she was wrong?

Her ears began to ring from the quiet in the house and she needed to move again. She paced back and forth, around and around the room. Putting her hands on her stomach again, she closed her eyes as she stopped walking, worry for the future weighing heavily on her.

Please God, she thought, please don’t let that life be what’s in store for this baby. I couldn’t take it, not again.

She began to pace again and decided to do some searching online, see if anything odd or different popped up that could possibly be William. Searching around, she found a cluster of lotto winners in northeastern Tennessee, maybe that was how they found him.

She tried calling Mulder, but he did not answer, and she began to pace again. Three more attempts to get to him and he answered.

“Mulder, you haven’t been answering your phone.”

“I had some payback to pay back. But you were right, Scully, he wasn’t on that plane.”

Scully felt fear and relief course through her and she sighed. “Look, I found something on the web. I think it’s how they found him. There was a lotto cluster in northeastern Tennessee. Eight recent winners in a ten-mile radius.”

“Where was the last winner?” he asked, and she heard his tires squealing.

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Hours later, unable to stay at the house and simply wait any longer, Scully changed and went to find Skinner, needing his help. Aside from Mulder, he was the only person she trusted to ask for help where William was concerned.

Finding him in the waiting area of Kersh’s office, she felt her heart racing, but a small sense of calm came over her. Skinner would help, but how much should she tell him? Even after everything, Mulder was the only one she trusted implicitly, and Skinner was still lacking.

“You’re asking for my help. When I’ve been asked to take your badges,” Skinner said, breaking into her thoughts.

“Who said that, Kersh? Is he in there?” she demanded, stepping toward the office, but Skinner stopped her.

“Dana-”

“He doesn’t understand what’s happening right now.”

“Mulder has lit a fuse that you can’t put out. He’s made outrageous public statements on an Internet site,” Skinner told her, and she knew he needed the truth.

“That wasn’t him. That was me,” she said quietly. “And they’re not outrageous.”

“Where are they?” he asked and still she hesitated, deciding how far to go. “I can’t help you Agent Scully, if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Her phone rang in her pocket and she saw Mulder’s name on the screen. Thank God, she thought.

“Mulder,” she breathed.

“You can’t believe what just happened. I lost him, Scully. He’s gone,” he said and she could hear his exhaustion through the phone.

“Just tell me where you are.”

“I’m still in Norfolk.”

“Mulder, I’m coming down there.”

“He won’t listen to reason.”

“He’ll listen to me,” and she knew it without a doubt. “I know he will.” She hung up and looked at Skinner. “I got to go.”

“I’m supposed to rein you in,” he said, and she knew he would not be doing that.

“This isn’t about the FBI, sir. This is about our son,” she said and knew that was enough. He would be helping them.

“I’ll drive.”

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Skinner's words to her, words spoken to him by the Cancer Man, made her blood freeze. She did not trust a word that disgusting man said, he was a goddamn liar, always had been, and yet … her own fears, doubts, and thoughts after all this time, could there be any truth to what he said?

Her ears were ringing and she began to breathe hard, Skinner’s voice muffling as too many thoughts crowded in, threatening to choke her. Then she saw Mulder’s car drive quickly past and they followed him, her heart in her throat.

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Running through a warehouse, she saw William run past her. She called to him, pleading with him to wait, to stop running. Rounding the corner, she ran into Mulder, and he stared at her.

“It’s me,” he said, as if she was not aware.

“I just saw him,” she told him, looking away to see if she could spot him again. Gunshots rang out and she looked back at Mulder. “That’s Skinner.”

“Wait!” Mulder called, and she paused. He stepped closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder, and she looked at him. “He’s here.”

“I know! I just saw him,” she said, not sure why he was telling her what she already knew.

“Yeah, he doesn’t want to be found.” Scully looked at him, not understanding what he was saying.

“I just want to talk to him, Mulder.”

“I talked to him. He told me everything, what he’s afraid of.”

“I know what he’s afraid of,” she said, confusion still coursing through her.

“Stop. It’s no use.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m asking you to let him go.”

“What are you talking about, Mulder?” Anger and confusion in her words, not understanding what he was doing.

“There’s nothing we can do.”

“We can protect him.”

“No, we can’t protect him. No one can,” he said, and held her gaze. “He knows that you love him.”

“How can he know that? How can he possibly know that?” She watched him touch his forehead and she stared at him, waiting for him to continue. Then a noise pulled her attention.

“Scully!” Mulder called, and she looked back at the man next to her, his hand squeezing and then letting go of her shoulder, before he ran away. “Stop him!”

But Scully was frozen in the knowledge that it had been William speaking to her the entire time. Her legs moved, chasing after him, Mulder somewhere close by, even as she tried to come to grips with what was happening.

William. Her son. Their boy. But … was he? He came to her, wanting her to know he knew she loved him. It was too much. Too much was happening too fast and she needed time to think, to process and break it all down, examine it from every angle.

“He’s in the other building!” She heard Mulder call out above her on the stairs.

“Go!” she shouted to him, running to find her own way out of the warehouse.

A door was up ahead when she suddenly stopped running, her breath catching as she did. She saw him, the Cancer Man holding a gun, could see him through William’s eyes, but heard Mulder’s voice as he spoke to him.

You have to let me go, William’s thoughts called out above everything else, and suddenly she could not breathe.

I can’t. Please, William, please.

I know. I do. I need you to.

I want … so much. I need …

And then she heard a gunshot and she started running again, needing to know what happened, needing to see her boy.

More gunshots and she ran faster, her heart breaking, believing Mulder was hurt. Coming out of the door, she saw Mulder’s back and she wanted to weep. He was okay. But where was William?

God, please no, she thought as she walked up to Mulder, looking over the edge of the dock into the dark water below. Someone was in there, and seeing the body, she hoped beyond hope that smoking bastard stayed dead this time.

“He’s gone. He’s gone, Scully,” Mulder said beside her. “He shot him. And he shot me.” He reared back and threw his gun in the water, the splash incredibly loud over the ringing in her ears.

“Mulder … he wants us to let him go. He wasn’t meant to be.” She heard herself saying, feeling things she did not understand.

“William was our son,” he said incredulously.

“No …” she said, shaking her head, still not sure, but needing him to listen to her. To hear what he may not want.

“Scully, he was our son!” he shouted.

“No.” She stepped closer to him. “William was an experiment, Mulder.” She needed him to stop spiraling, to bring him back to the possible reality of what she had heard.

“What are you talking about?”

“Mulder … he was an idea, born in a laboratory.” Her own fears and worries manifesting, but still knowing there could be a chance.

Never give up on a miracle.

“But you were his mother.”

“No, I … I carried him. I bore him. But I was never a mother to him, I wasn’t. William … William was …” she tried to say what was on her mind, to tell him everything, but there was too much. She was not his mother. Not how she wanted to be. Not how she or William deserved. She did not get that chance. It, like so many other fucking things, was taken from her. Taken from both of them.

“For so long, I believed,” Mulder said and she felt his sadness. “What am I now, if I’m not a father?”

She exhaled a bittersweet laugh, knowing the small bit of good to come from all this horrible sadness. “You are a father.”

“What are you talking about?”

She took his hand and put it on her stomach. He frowned at her and she gave him a sad smile.

“That’s impossible,” he said, stepping closer to her, his hand pressing tight against her.

“I know,” she said, crying. “I know it is. It’s more than impossible.” She knew it as much as he did. And yet …

Never give up on a miracle … or the possibility of two. They defied the odds now, why not then?

He pulled her close and she cried against him. Holding him tight, they grieved for the son they lost, worried for the child growing inside of her, and found comfort in the fact that despite it all, they were still together. They clung tightly to each other knowing that if they were to let go, they would surely crumble.

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So now we are truly at the end of the series. The show has officially ended, well, two years ago to be precise, but you know what I mean. : ) God, I miss them so much. Seasons 10 and 11 had their issues, but shit, was it not the most amazing thing to see them back on our televisions after so many years?

I’ll go now, before I get too weepy...

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #X Files Novel #My Struggle IV #Pregnant against all odds #Never give up on a miracle #William is their child and I refuse to believe otherwise #I gotta stay canon #But I know he is and THEY know he is so thats all that matters #That smoking man is a goddamn son of a bitch so he can eat it #He can eat it hardcore

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choicesnutters · 5 years

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Paged - Chapter 1

Words: 2526

Rating: PG/PG-13 (lots of tension but limited to no implied mature content)

Summary: When he paged her to come to his office, she had no idea what to think and he thought he could control himself. She didn’t expect to see him cry and he told himself he wouldn’t get too close. Too many emotions are manifesting as Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Roselyn Torres try to keep to an attending-intern relationship. There’s nothing like fighting the inevitable. [Part 1/???]

Note: This is my first story on Tumblr and within the fandom! Let me know what y’all think! My face claim for my OC, Roselyn, is the one and only Rosario Dawson (what a goddess).

When he paged her to come to his office, she had no idea what to think. It could equally be good or bad news on Dr. Banerji’s case, the competition, their...relationship (which had been a complicated since their trip to Miami to say the least), so she wasn’t sure what he would want to see her about. But if he paged her over it, it had to have been urgent. Quick to get to him, she handed Sienna her board and asked her to keep a quick eye on her patients until she gets back, bolting down the hall without hearing past a syllable of her response. Roselyn ran through the hospital and only stopped to catch her breathe as she stood in front of the door. A bronze plaque that had the words Dr. Ethan James Ramsey written above Director of Diagnostics loomed over her head, the seriousness of her surroundings setting in. With one final deep breathe, she knocked gently, hesitantly opening the door as a affirming response leaked from inside.

When he paged her to come to his office, he knew she was just beginning to wrap up her shift so she wouldn’t be too much in demand. He spent much of his day aimlessly pacing and reading through files over and over again to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on his. It wasn’t until he was sure that he paged her. When she walked in, he mentally cursed his heart for skipping a beat and kept his face blank. He could tell she was studying him, probably noticing the bags under his eyes and the slightly unkemptness of his hair. She always noticed the little things, even when he hid them or he missed them himself. It was just one of those things he found so endearing about her person. Standing by the chair in front of his desk, she finally spoke to him for the first time that day.

“You paged.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, yet he could still hear her hesitancy. Gesturing to the seat she stationed herself next to, he leaned back in his chair and observed her mannerism. She looked a bit disheveled and out of breath and the exhausted air that followed the average intern’s fourteen-hour shifts lingered. The heavy breathes and lip-biting brought him back to that night...his cheeks went warm as he remembered the feeling of her hand over his heart as he looked up at stared at those beautiful eyes surrounded by stars- “Dr. Ramsey?” she interrupted his thoughts. He startled and shook away the blush, forcing his lips from curling. He called her here and now was the time.

When he paged her to come to his office, he hadn’t specified what kind of news she was to expect. To say the least, this wasn’t it and she was on edge.

“I was looking over Naveen’s case for the billionth time and I saw something in his most recent blood and urine samples.” As he picked up the file to turn it to her, she instead rose from her seat and came around the desk to lean over from behind. His heart picked up as the heat of her body became more present.

“He’s in sepsis. We know he’s suffering from kidney failure-”

“But look at the discovered compounds in his urine sample.” Her eyebrows knit together as she read the more detailed report, her index finger following down the list.

“They found traces of white blood cells in his urine? That’s an abnormally high concentration of them too.” Taking the report from his hands, her knuckles brushed against his and she lifted the paper closer to her face to mask the sudden blush that crossed her cheeks. She turned and leaned against the desk as she continued to read until her eyes paused over a word. “His protein concentration is high.”

“It was high before too. It just wasn’t obvious before.”

“Bacterial infection?”

“I think it’s more than that.”

“...I don’t follow.”

“IgA Nephropathy.”

“Wait...Berger’s Disease? You think all of this is because of Berger’s Disease?”

“I think it’s Berger’s Disease that had a rapid onset triggered by a bacterial infection to the kidneys.”

“...we can treat the infection, but Dr. Ramsey, you know that Berger’s Disease is-”

“Incurable. Yes, I know Dr. Torres...we can’t reverse any of the damage…”

“Maybe we’re off the nail on this one-”

“It would explain his swollen hands and feet and his urine samples as well as his pains and flu-like symptoms.”

“...we won’t know for sure unless we perform a kidney biopsy-” He suddenly stood and walked to the window, his back to her as he pushed his lab coat aside on his physique to pocket his hands. Her voice fell through as she watched him, hanging on for his words and reaction. Ethan could feel her stare and gave her a slight over-the-shoulder glance without letting her see the amount of self control it was taking not to spill any tears.

“Then we do a kidney biopsy.” Pausing for a moment, Roselyn put the papers back down on the desk and walked over to him, placing a careful hand on his shoulder blade.

“...are you sure about this, Ethan?”

When he paged her to come to his office, he didn’t expect her to caress his cheek and offer him comfort. He figured she’d take off running to get to the bottom of their case and be sure their hunch was correct. She was always very self-aware and thorough: two things he found refreshing about her. He, however, greatly underestimated her kind heart and found himself once more fighting his own. With her hand on his shoulder blade, she asked if he was certain, his name rolling off her lips. He couldn’t contain the shiver that went down his spine when it reached his ears and he couldn’t help but close his eyes to hold the tears. She truly cared, like the beautiful human he had come to see her as, and she was touching his emotions more as they were reaching their limits. When he didn’t respond to her, she slowly turned him to face her, one hand holding steady at his bicep while her other travelled up to his face. Her hand hesitated as it reached for his stubble, the slight scratching sensation making her waiver for a moment before conjuring enough certainty to fully press her hand to his cheek. The feeling of her cool skin caused him to open his eyes and stare down at her, the tears balancing on the brink of his water line. He placed his hand on hers, mentally relishing the feeling for a moment before slowly pulling away and turning his back to her again. In his flurry of emotions, he let out his frustration in his words as he clenched his fists.

“Just do what I say and get on with the rest of your shift, Rookie. You’re not being paid to cozy up to your superiors.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he could feel the blood drain out of his face and he froze, fists gone limp. Everything stopped for a moment before he heard her slowly making her way back around the desk and walking towards the door. As she reached for the door handle, she whirled her head towards him, watching his stiff posture shaking slightly.

“...as you wish, Dr. Ramsey.” He shook at the iciness in her tone as she said his name. No, not his name: his title. Now watching her from the corner of his eye, he saw her moving the doorknob and couldn’t help himself.

“Roselyn, wait.” She froze but didn’t bother moving, waiting for him to continue as she kept her eyes out of his line of vision. After a moment, he managed to move his limbs and bring himself closer to her, stopping a few feet short of the door. “I...I’m sorry.” All he could produce were whispers, his voice shaky as the tears began to leak on their own accord.

“...Dr. Ramsey-”

“Ethan. Please...call me Ethan.” His voice cracked and she couldn’t help but soften her posture and slightly turn to face him, her hand still turning the knob all the same.

When he paged her to come to his office, she didn’t expect to see him cry. He was a hard man to understand and wearing his heart on his sleeve was definitely not something Dr. Ethan James Ramsey would ever do and yet, she understood him so well. She just wished he would let her in. And in that office, when she saw the look on his face, she felt like he finally would. Like he finally could.

“Ethan…” She hesitantly let go of the door knob and turned to face him fully, just then taking note of the falling tears. Without bothering to think, she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him, accepting him in a large embrace. He was quick to return the hug, his arms curling around her middle tightly and his face burrowing in her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Rookie....I just keep hurting you-“ he didn’t get to continue as she hushed him calmly, her hands drawing circles on his back. He held her tightly for a few minutes, never once drawing away from her. Now, she by most standards was always considered tall. A 5’7” female is nothing to laugh at until sized against a 6’3” male. Ethan was literally bending and hunching over to keep his face to her shoulder and she could really feel the muscles in his back at work, placing some not-so professional thoughts into her mind. Finally, he made his way back to his usual stature and looked down at her with a weak smile. “You’re too kind to me, Roselyn. I don’t deserve your-“

“Don’t try to tell me what you do and don’t deserve.” He stared at her shocked and she had to take a shaky breath before looking away and stepping back, swallowing the words she wanted to say. “My shift ends in an hour if you’d like to do the biopsy then. How will we get it tested by pathology though?” Suddenly, he burst out laughing, startling her though it did put a smile on her face as well. “What? What’s so funny?”

“I just…” he looked at her fondly and sighed, a small smile still remaining. “Roselyn, we have the diagnostics team.” As soon as the words processed in her mind, she smacked herself in the forehead. His smile fell instantly.

“I totally forgot about that part. Geez what a day. Right, so we’ll- Ethan what are you doing?”

When he paged her to come to his office, he told himself he wouldn’t get too close. And yet, here he was taking her face in his hands and staring at the red spot on her forehead.

“Ethan, what-“

“Don’t do that again.” He rubbed circles against her cheeks with his thumbs as he leaned in and pressed his nose into her hairline, the air coming out of it soothing the tingling sensation she had caused to her skin.

“D-do what?” She grimaced internally for her stutter, but couldn’t help but enjoy the moment despite her confusion.

“Don’t hurt yourself again,” he whispered gently. Looking up at him with innocent eyes, she couldn’t help the blush that crept up as she stared into his. She didn’t even have words for him. All she could do was stare up at him and lean into him. Realizing what was happening, he bit his lip. “We shouldn’t.” For reasons beyond his logical comprehension, he started leaning into her too, captivated by her deep brown eyes.

“No. We shouldn’t,” she agreed airily, her eyes betraying her words and her body giving in the her wants as she ran her hands up his elbows to his hands. The space between them was closing more rapidly than they had thought until their noses brushed against each other gently. Licking her lips, her eyes began to flicker between his icy blue eyes and his peachy lips which were slightly agape. “...Ethan?” He didn’t stop, his eyes no longer wandering as they focus on their new target.

“...Roselyn.” Just the way he said her name brought shivers down her spine and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and wait as the warmth of his breathe tickled her lips and his stubble made first contact with her skin. Just then, she felt them barely pressing against her own, like a feather brushing against skin, but it was enough to jolt them back to Miami for a millisecond. As they began to feel the pressure of one another, a sudden buzz shook the air in the room and shocked the pair from their trance. Dr. Torres immediately took a step back and turned her back to him, her hands shaking as she went to check her blinking pager. Dr. Ramsey threw his hands up, first running them through his hair before letting one to come down to his face and linger between his stubble and his lips, afraid that if he touched them, the tingling feeling would disappear.

“I’m sorry, I- Dr. Trinh needs me back. She was handling my patients when I...when you…” Guilt filled him as he noticed her body shaking as a whole. He had done this.

“Roselyn, I’m sorry-“

“Please don’t. I-I can’t listen to this again.” she whimpered, slowly putting her pager back in its place.

“...maybe we should talk about this-“

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dr. Ramsey,” she whispered, the venom she had in her voice when she last called him that completely dissipating into the pain she spoke with now. “You’ve made your point clear and I...I’m sorry that I c-continue to cross the line. I...It won’t happen again.” She turned to him and started to walk to the door, her gaze downcast. As she passed, he took her arm to stop her, desperation in his eyes.

“Roselyn, please…don’t…” she simply shook her head and gently pulled away from his hold on her. Once again placing her hand on the door knob, she didn’t have the strength to look back.

“I’ll see you in an hour for the kidney biopsy.” And with that, she straightened her back and walked out the door, holding herself up until the elevator doors closed and she found herself alone in the space.

When he paged her to come to his office, he thought he could control himself. Instead, they both remembered Miami and brushed their lips against their respective fingertips, reminiscing on how everything felt so right the second they chose to do the wrong thing. Falling into his chair, he closed his eyes and sighed, realizing the mess of emotions that were being released yet again, though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control them this time around. A fist came down heavily on his desk. He just had to her page her to his office, didn’t he?

#open heart #choices open heart #choices oh #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey #dr ethan ramsey #dr ramsey x mc #choices: stories you play #playchoices

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Trip to the ER

We had our first official scare with Emerson this weekend, that ended in a two night stay in the hospital. Sunday morning he started screaming a little before 9am, and wouldn't stop... It was his pain cry. After a few hours of this and not eating Bo took him to the walk in clinic to be seen. After an hour and a half of waiting and being told they don't treat patients under 3 months they told him to take him to the ER. So to Baylor they went, it never dawning on us that we should take him to a children's hospital. That visit ended up with Baykor calling Cooks Children's Medical Hosoital and having them send an ambulance to pick him up. I woke Emilia from her nap, and met Bo at Baylor so I could ride with Emerson in the ambulance. We met up, swapped kids essentially and I started to walk out with Emerson who was strapped onto a stretcher. Emilia got scared and ran after us with her arms stretched out screaming, "Mama, wait!!" "Emerson, wait!!" and then she started sobbing. It nearly broke me.. I went back to her and hugged her tight telling her it was going to be ok, but that didn't matter. She screamed as we loaded up and left. I cried once in the ambulance. That was so incredibly horrible and gut wrenching.

We got to the ER for Cooks where they finally were able to get an IV in (Baylor tried 5 times and failed) and give him fluids and draw blood. They did a catheter and took urine samples. They also did a spinal tap, as the doctor on call was pretty concerned that it could be meningitis. My stomach dropped when he said that... I asked him if it is, what's the treatment and is it fatal? He wouldn't answer "no" to the 2nd part, and I started to panic. He just kept assuring me that we're in a really good facility if it came to pass and they were going to take good care of him. They added a strong broad spectrum antibiotic along with the fluids, as he was very dehydrated at that point. (Side note: when babies that young are dehydrated their soft spot on their head will "sink in" some.) I begged Bo to find a sitter and to come up with me, but he didn't/couldn't... I guess. That frustrated the hell out of me; I don't think he got it just how panicked I was.

Thankfully he tested negative for meningitis. Fast forward to tonight, our 2nd night, and he's doing world's better but we're still no closer to having an answer as to what caused this. That most likely means it was viral, however all the medical people we've talked to say it has to be bacterial with the inflammatory markers he's had. Who the hell knows?! I'm just so relieved that he's back to himself. I've never felt so helpless and out of control in my life.

These last couple of days have been some of the worst I've ever had. I've been stress eating like crazy too. I'll have to live off vegetables only the next few days... Despite having been couped up in the house the last few months, I can't say strongly enough how much I'm looking forward to being home with this behind us.

Our friends and family have been checking in on us. It's times like these you see who's truly there for you. I texted my mom earlier today and still have yet to hear a damn thing from her. I haven't heard from her since giving birth to him. She fucking unbelievable. I'm trying to let it go but it hurts so much. The entire transition from one kid to two has been very hard on us and especially me with post partum depression. You'd think she would want to check in on her daughter and new grandson. Just once, even. And to not even respond to this. Wtf. I should have cut her out a long time ago because all she does is hurt me.

For now I will continue to focus on how fortunate we are... Emerson is back to his smiling, cooing and dancing self and will be coming back home tomorrow.

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sarahjane0886 · 8 years

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The Road to Us 27

Book 4 - Fully A Family - Chapter 3 - Doctor Visits

Pregnancy - Week 32

"You ready pretty girl?" Maks said looking across the room at his clearly anxious wife. She was watching out the picture window as her fingers mindlessly stroked her growing belly. She didn't even hear him so he moved over and settled down next to her. She still didn't move which worried him that much more.

"P." He said once more making her jump and look at him.

"Maks." She said looking at him in shock that he was now sitting next to her.

"I called you sweetheart. Where's your head at?" He said as he reached for her hand giving it a light squeeze.

"I don't know. I'm just worried about this appointment. I don't know why but I just feel like something is going to happen." She said looking at him in concern. She was at the point in the pregnancy where she was being switched to weekly appointments and scans each week. Typically it was a few more weeks before that happened however since she was carrying twins, it was a higher risk so they started things early. It was nerve wracking but comforting at the same time.

"Like what pretty girl? I mean I don't doubt your intuition but at the same time, what are you thinking?" He said keeping his eyes on hers.

"I don't know. I keep trying to figure it out but I just...I can't really explain it but I just feel like something is going to go wrong." She said and he could see her getting more and more worked up as she went on.

"Okay, okay. Breathe." He said pulling her into his body and just holding her.

"Nothing can happen Maks." She muttered into him as she gripped his body.

"I know, I know. I can't promise you that nothing won't happen but I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here with you. We'll get through all of this together." He said holding her tightly and pressing a kiss to her head.

"Promise?" She said weakly.

"Promise." He said with conviction.

"We have to go." She said after they had sat there for a little bit longer.

"We do." He said as he stood up and helped her up as well. He led them out to the car and the ride to the doctor's office was filled with quiet contemplation as Peta's head still spun on the feeling that she just couldn't shake and Maks worried about what was going to go on in this appointment. They got themselves signed in and settled into the waiting room seats as they waited for it to be their turn. Peta still wasn't speaking and Maks knew better than to push her. He simply wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as they waited.

"Peta Chmerkovskiy." The nurse called out once it was their turn. The two stood and Maks slipped his hand into Peta's as they followed the nurse back to the room. She had Peta settle on the exam table after weighing her and then did her blood pressure and everything else. Maks saw a look of concern flash across the nurse's face when she took Peta's blood pressure but he refused to let it get to him. Finally they were left alone to wait for Dr. Salts.

"Pretty girl." Maks said moving to stand in front of his wife. He reached for both of her hands and ran his thumbs across the back of her hands.

"I'm sorry." She said finally looking at him for the first time since they had left the house.

"No, no sorries pretty girl. I know I can't fix this and I can't take away this fear but I need you to take some deep breaths. For you and for Joe & Ella. I need you to breath." He said as he watched her eyes search his for a moment. Then she nodded and took a few deep breaths and he could see her settle just a tiny bit. It wasn't as much as he'd have liked but he knew he needed to take what he could get right now.

"Hello you two." Dr. Salts said entering the room with the ultrasound tech next to her.

"Hi." They both said as Maks dropped one of Peta's hands but kept a firm grasp on the other.

"How are you doing?" The kind older lady said smiling at the couple. She had always loved seeing their love for each other.

"Okay. I mean pregnancy wise, I'm good. I'm a bit nervous but that's nothing new when I come here." Peta admitted sheepishly.

"Yeah, it's understandable. So far everything looks to be on point with the exception of your blood pressure."

"What's wrong with her blood pressure?" Maks asked concerned immediately as he felt Peta's grip on him become slack and he could almost feel her admitting defeat to the nerves within her.

"It's slightly higher than it normally is at this point. Usually we end up taking her blood pressure twice at visits which you are both accustom to and usually the appointment nerves settle as the appointment goes on. However this time its higher than it's ever been which concerns me because we need to be careful with preeclampsia especially since the risk is higher when you're carrying twins."

"What do we need to do?" Peta asked and Maks could nearly see the color drain from her face. It was basically her worst nightmare coming true.

"We're going to draw blood and do a few other tests and then we'll proceed with the appointment. Then we'll go from there. If you do have the preeclampsia it's nothing that you did Peta. It happens, it's common actually especially in pregnancies with multiples. We'll just have to monitor you extra closely if it turns out you do have it and it may require some bed rest on your end." Dr. Salts said trying to settle the younger woman's fears.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you need me too." Peta said nodding her head.

"Okay, let's let Becca do your blood draw, we can get that started at the lab and then one other test, basically it's going to test for protein in your urine. Then we'll move on to the more fun part and get a look at how those babies are growing."

"Sounds good." Maks said moving to Peta's side knowing how she felt about the whole blood draw thing. He moved to the other side than what they usually used to draw the blood and got her to focus on him rather than what the tech was doing. They then did her other sample before he helped her get settled on the exam table so they could do the ultrasound.

"Alrighty, so this is your little girl." Dr. Salts said once Becca got everything going and they began the ultrasound.

"Ella." Maks whispered lightly as he watched the movements of his baby girl on the screen.

"Miss Ella. She seems to be doing good. She is in a good position, head down and she's growing right on point. Her heart, bladder, & lungs are also right on point. She is 12.6 inches right now and is coming in at about 3.1 lbs. which is slightly under normal but for twins that's perfect. Now on to her brother."

"Joe." Peta told Dr. Salts smiling.

"Joe. Well he looks like he is going to be our trouble maker. Just like his sister, everything is developing right. He's about 13.1 inches right now & 3.3 lbs. However, he is still head up which could potentially be an issue. Especially because typically twins don't tend to rotate much at this point."

"So what would we need to do?" Maks asked as they both continued to watch the babies movements on the screen.

"Well if he doesn't flip we could possibly need to do a c-section which is something that's always a higher possibility in multiple births as well and we've talked about that. Now if you end up with preeclampsia it's definitely something we may need to look into scheduling." Dr. Salts said with a serious yet comforting tone to her voice.

"Alright, so when will we decide that?" Peta asked as she took the towel from Becca to clean her belly as they finished up the ultrasound.

"We'll be able to talk more about things once we get the results back from the blood/urine samples. Then we'll know if we need to do anything further or anything at the moment. So unfortunately I'm going to have to ask you two to just wait it out a little longer. I'm going to check in with the lab and see if they can rush your results and then we can go from there." Dr. Salts said apologetically.

"We can handle that." Maks said as the two left the room. He turned to look at Peta who still had a hold on his hand. "P."

"Maks..." She said softly and he could see the tears already in her eyes.

"Shhh, I know beautiful. I know. I'm right here." He said moving forward to just hold her. He just stood there with her for a few minutes until he could feel her calm down and then just stay tucked into him.

"What if something happens?" She said into his chest.

"Well, we just have to believe that it won't. We know that Dr. Salts is going to keep a close eye on you and the babies, she is going to do what's in everyone's best interest. And she told us at our last appointment that while they'd have to stay in the NICU to grow some that if for some reason they would need to come early, they would be safe at this point."

"But I don't want them to have to go through that."

"I don't either pretty girl, I don't want that for our babies and I don't want that for us but if that's what is going to keep them and you safe them I'm willing to go along with it. We don't know that that's going to happen though. Maybe it won't be the preeclampsia just yet."

"Maybe, but I just felt it earlier Maks, I knew."

"I know, you're usually pretty on point with that stuff." He said knowingly.

"I wish I wasn't." She said chuckling slightly into him. He laughed a bit as well and just continued to hold her until there was a knock at the door. He kissed her head and then released her body but took one of her hands into his.

"Come in." He said.

"I'm back you two." Dr. Salts said entering the room with some paperwork and Peta's chart.

"What did you find out?" Maks said as he felt Peta's hand tighten around his.

"Well unfortunately it does look like you have the initial signs of preeclampsia so we are going to have to start monitoring you more closely."

"What else do I need to do?" Peta said as she felt like her whole world was beginning to crumble.

"Well for this week I want to put you on partial bed rest. You can do very little but I want you down and resting 90% of the time. Feet up, resting, and not a lot of excitement. Just focus on keeping calm and relaxing. Let Maks take care of you and cater to you this week."

"I can do that. I promise." Peta said.

"I don't doubt that you will. And Maks, I'm making it your job to ensure that she really does it. We'll see how it's going next week and then decide from there what we need to do, if we need to keep you on bed rest or if we can lift it at all. I'm going to say that you should plan to be on at least partial bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy."

"We can plan for that. And trust me, I won't let her lift a finger." Maks said causing Dr. Salts to laugh.

"If you were anyone else I'd assume you were just telling me that to give me peace of mind, however I know you at this point and I know that you aren't going to be moving a muscle for these next few weeks Peta."

"You won't have any complaints from me this time either. I want to keep these two in there as long as possible."

"That's going to be all our goals, so like I told you at our last appointment, if they would need to come now it would be okay. We would need to keep them in the NICU for awhile however their survival rate is extremely high at this point. Our goal is going to be 35 weeks though, that's basically when just about everything is developed and we consider twins to be full term. So that's going to be our goal. Then if we can make it past that at all that will be great. However like I said if we don't, don't panic, we will do everything to keep you and these babies safe. We have practice in this so we know what to look for and what to do."

"Thank you." Peta said and Maks knew she was serious.

"You're welcome. Now we are going to start having you do non-stress tests each week along with your regular appointment & ultrasound. It will just ensure that the babies are still doing good in there and there's no fetal distress because that's ultimately what we don't want to happen."

"So I'll start that next week?"

"Actually I would like to do one today. I know we're already past you're appointment time but I would feel better running one of the tests today just to check on on both of them."

"Alright. So what do I need to do?" Peta asked.

"Well, we're going to move you rooms. We'll get you set up in a chair and get you hooked up to the monitors. Basically there is going to be a monitor that tracks each baby and then your uterus. You'll have a clicker and each time you feel one of them move you'll click the button and it'll record everything and then we'll be able to review it."

"I'll be able to stay with her?" Maks said suddenly finding his voice.

"Definitely. You can sit right next to her unless she prefers that you don't." Dr. Salts said winking at Peta.

"Well......hmmm." Peta said pretending to consider her options.

"Babe!" Maks said feigning shock.

"Teasing, teasing, you know I want you with me." Peta said as her face softened and she squeezed his hand.

"Okay, come on lovebirds. Let's get you into the other room." Dr. Salts said laughing as she escorted the two down to a different room. It was basically what they would call a discussion room. It had a couch and then a recliner chair as well as some other places to sit. Basically more for comfort than for doctors.

"So we just sit here?" Maks asked confused.

"Basically, yes. Becca is bringing the machine down. We'll get Peta all hooked up. We run the test for 40 minutes and then we'll review everything. As long as nothing comes back alarming we'll move forward with the plan we formed today where Peta goes on partial bed rest and we'll re-evaluate next week."

"Okay." Maks said nodding his head. Becca came in then and got Peta all hooked up and settled in the recliner chair. Maks took a seat next to her and she slipped her hand into his. Becca stayed for a bit to show Peta what she needed to do and then left the couple to sit for the rest of the test.

"How are you pretty girl?" Maks asked as his thumb stroked her hand.

"Scared but this helps." She said gesturing towards their joined hands. "How about you?"

"The same." He said as he gave her a weak smile. She returned the same look and they both fell quiet. They seemed to know that the next few weeks were going to be scary however they'd get through it together.

*That's a wrap on this one! I couldn't just go for the smooth birth lol. Don't forget to like this up and let me know what you thought in the comments. Ps. This update is actually happening on the right day, whoa! Love you guys, thanks for all the support!

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