"Yeah, of course," I hear myself say. "I’ll help you." As I come over, I help her out of her shirt and then her jeans afterward. No big deal, really. My hands are gentle but they’re trembling and I’m praying to god that she won’t notice.
Finally, somehow, I’m able to help her into the hospital gown that she was given and then I lift her up to sit back down on the exam table, staying close and taking a moment to press my lips to hers. I just need to kiss her, to tell her how much I love her with more than words.
"You’re going to be okay," I murmur to her, as quietly as could be. "I’ll make sure of it, baby. I promise. It’s probably nothing serious and we’re just freaking out. That’s what we’re best at. We’re worry worts."
I rest my head against his forehead, grateful for the little gestures of comforts he’s giving me. I would more than likely be hysterical right now if he wasn’t here with me, telling me that everything is going to be okay. I know he’s nervous and worried and so many things, so I try to be as calm as I can, at least outwardly for his benefit.
"You’re right," I whisper softly, "It’s probably nothing.. we’re just getting excited over nothing." I lean back to relax on the exam table, as much as I can relax, in any case. A nurse comes in with a cheerful look on her face and a clipboard with some paperwork on it. She greets us, tells us her name and explains that she’s going to put a few monitors on my belly to check on the baby’s vitals. While she’s at it, she takes my blood pressure and temperature, writing down a few things here and there. Once she has everything set up, she tells us a doctor will be in shortly to ask few questions and do a more thorough exam.
After the nurse leaves the room, I look over to Marcus, reaching out my hand to him, needing to just have a little bit of contact to keep both of us calm. “Hey..” I murmur softly to him, not really sure what else to say at this moment. One of the monitors on my stomach is hooked up to a screen and a sound emits as it works. That sound is a rapid little heartbeat and once I realize that my eyes start to well up with tears. The baby is okay, I’m okay, everything is going to be fine.