There Goes My Hero Watch Him As He Drums His Own Beat, chapter 30
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As the new day dawned in California I sat in the living room having a debate with myself whether I should call the doctors for a professional pregnancy test. I mean I would be pleased if the doctor could confirm Trè's and mine suspicion about the bundle of joy that could be arriving in nine months.
I shook off my contemplation and dialled the local doctors.
"Hello Oakland G. P surgery. Linda speaking how can I help you," the receptionist greeted cheerfully. Well it was now or never.
"Hi Linda... Err can I book an emergency appointment with one of the Doctors please," I asked a little worried... Well it was my first time calling if a doctor could check if I was pregnant.
"Sure thing... If I could take your name and details or would you like to come down today as one of the doctors has no appointments all day." She replied while the faint sound of clicking came down from the other line... She must have been typing up something.
"Yeah I could be able to come down... Could I have the earliest appointment please." I smiled as I felt the weight come off my shoulders and being replaced by Trè's hands giving me a massage.
"No problem... The earliest appointment is in half an hour with Dr. McGregor." Linda suggested to me. I wrote a quick note to Trè as I booked my emergency appointment.
Got an appointment! Get ready it's in ½ hour in the Oakland G. P
He looked at the note and gave me thumbs up and ran upstairs to get changed.
"Ok that's an appointment for Miss. Janet Kingston in half an hour to see Dr. McGregor." I just gave a humming agreement.
After I Put the phone down I went back upstairs to get ready... So the doctors! I had to be more mature about what I wear.
I jumped into the shower and got dressed in a pair of dark coloured jeans and a plain black tee shirt. I was getting nervous about what the result might turn out to be.
I waited in the car as Trè locked up the house. I couldn't stop rubbing my stomach. What if the test was right... I was going to be a mother... It doesn't sound like me to be a mom. Maybe I'm not ready for a child... But on the other hand if I was pregnant then it would be good because the doctors did start nagging at women if they wanted kids in there thirties then they better hurry as there "biological clock is ticking".
"You ready momma?" Trè said as he buckled up into the drivers seat. I looked over at my future husband and maybe future father of this unknown child. A smile and a nod formed on my face.
The drive down was kind of quiet but Tre and me did talk about what would we do if I were pregnant. I still had them doubts of becoming a mother in my head. What would I do if I were... Well duh! I'd be a mom and I'd be happy that I have a son or daughter to take care of and love.
"Were here Janet... You don't mind if I come in with you... Just so I can act like I did back at home when we first found out." The curious drummer asked. Of course I wouldn't deny him the right to come in with me. I moved my head to the door of the Surgery and we both walked in hand in hand.
"Excuse me I'm here to see Dr. McGregor for an appointment... My names Janet Kingston." I asked a young woman on reception... She nodded and typed on the computer.
"Oh Miss. Kingston... Dr. McGregor is waiting for you go straight through." The young woman whispered as the empty waiting room played 'move along' by all American rejects.
I walked into the room with Dr. McGregor's name across the door. Tre's hand was laced with mine... My support system for this lifetime was right by my side and I felt his thumb drew circles across my skin.
A middle aged Gentleman with a white overall sat at the computer writing on a sheet of paper... Take it this was Dr. McGregor.
"Ahh Miss. Kingston I presume. My name is Dean McGregor. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked. I looked at Trè for more support. His fingers were still laced with mine and he gave a slight squeeze to make me tell the doctor what we were here for.
"Well I done a pregnancy test a couple of days ago and it proved positive but I felt like I should get a professional test done... Just to make sure"; I said with my eyes darting around the sterile room.
Dr. McGregor simply nodded and looked at Trè and me and pointed to the medical bed so he could examine me.
"Ok what I would need to do is either I get one of the pregnancy test we have in the surgery or I can do a blood test... The choice is up to you miss. Kingston." ; The doctor advised Trè and me. I looked at Trè and he shrugged his shoulders.
"If I get the blood test done how long would I be able to find out?" I questioned the old Gentleman.
"Today... It would take less than an hour as we have a team of pathologist's in our surgery."
I looked at Trè and he looked with a hint of boredom in his eyes. I piped up.
"I'll take the blood test please Dr. McGregor," I said as the old man smiled and walked out of the room to only come back with the equipment to receive blood.
I sat with Trè as we waited in the waiting room for the result from my blood. That test was so painful. I forgot that they went for the arteries where the bend is for your elbow.
"How you feeling babe?" Tre piped up touching my knee. If I ever wanted to rip his clothes off and make love to him... It would have been right there and then.
"I doing good... Just wished the result would hurry up!" I whispered. Just as I said that Dr. McGregor walked over to Trè and me with a smile on his face.
"Miss. Kingston I have your results... The test also proved positive... Congratulations your having a baby!" He said with a warm tone in his voice.
I looked at Tre and let out a surprised laugh. Trè jumped up and grab me by my waist and spun me around.
"This is brilliant... Janet I love you so much!" I heard Trè exclaim as he stopped spinning me round and hugged me close to his chest.
"This is gonna be the most wonderful baby... I know it." I said in a happy tone in my voice.
Wait till I start screaming at him in nine months "Never fucking touch me again you evil bastard!" ; ha ha I can see me saying that during labour.
It was gonna be good. I knew it
(Note from author: a pathologist is a doctor who deals with cells in the body... Long
Story)
I shook off my contemplation and dialled the local doctors.
"Hello Oakland G. P surgery. Linda speaking how can I help you," the receptionist greeted cheerfully. Well it was now or never.
"Hi Linda... Err can I book an emergency appointment with one of the Doctors please," I asked a little worried... Well it was my first time calling if a doctor could check if I was pregnant.
"Sure thing... If I could take your name and details or would you like to come down today as one of the doctors has no appointments all day." She replied while the faint sound of clicking came down from the other line... She must have been typing up something.
"Yeah I could be able to come down... Could I have the earliest appointment please." I smiled as I felt the weight come off my shoulders and being replaced by Trè's hands giving me a massage.
"No problem... The earliest appointment is in half an hour with Dr. McGregor." Linda suggested to me. I wrote a quick note to Trè as I booked my emergency appointment.
Got an appointment! Get ready it's in ½ hour in the Oakland G. P
He looked at the note and gave me thumbs up and ran upstairs to get changed.
"Ok that's an appointment for Miss. Janet Kingston in half an hour to see Dr. McGregor." I just gave a humming agreement.
After I Put the phone down I went back upstairs to get ready... So the doctors! I had to be more mature about what I wear.
I jumped into the shower and got dressed in a pair of dark coloured jeans and a plain black tee shirt. I was getting nervous about what the result might turn out to be.
I waited in the car as Trè locked up the house. I couldn't stop rubbing my stomach. What if the test was right... I was going to be a mother... It doesn't sound like me to be a mom. Maybe I'm not ready for a child... But on the other hand if I was pregnant then it would be good because the doctors did start nagging at women if they wanted kids in there thirties then they better hurry as there "biological clock is ticking".
"You ready momma?" Trè said as he buckled up into the drivers seat. I looked over at my future husband and maybe future father of this unknown child. A smile and a nod formed on my face.
The drive down was kind of quiet but Tre and me did talk about what would we do if I were pregnant. I still had them doubts of becoming a mother in my head. What would I do if I were... Well duh! I'd be a mom and I'd be happy that I have a son or daughter to take care of and love.
"Were here Janet... You don't mind if I come in with you... Just so I can act like I did back at home when we first found out." The curious drummer asked. Of course I wouldn't deny him the right to come in with me. I moved my head to the door of the Surgery and we both walked in hand in hand.
"Excuse me I'm here to see Dr. McGregor for an appointment... My names Janet Kingston." I asked a young woman on reception... She nodded and typed on the computer.
"Oh Miss. Kingston... Dr. McGregor is waiting for you go straight through." The young woman whispered as the empty waiting room played 'move along' by all American rejects.
I walked into the room with Dr. McGregor's name across the door. Tre's hand was laced with mine... My support system for this lifetime was right by my side and I felt his thumb drew circles across my skin.
A middle aged Gentleman with a white overall sat at the computer writing on a sheet of paper... Take it this was Dr. McGregor.
"Ahh Miss. Kingston I presume. My name is Dean McGregor. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked. I looked at Trè for more support. His fingers were still laced with mine and he gave a slight squeeze to make me tell the doctor what we were here for.
"Well I done a pregnancy test a couple of days ago and it proved positive but I felt like I should get a professional test done... Just to make sure"; I said with my eyes darting around the sterile room.
Dr. McGregor simply nodded and looked at Trè and me and pointed to the medical bed so he could examine me.
"Ok what I would need to do is either I get one of the pregnancy test we have in the surgery or I can do a blood test... The choice is up to you miss. Kingston." ; The doctor advised Trè and me. I looked at Trè and he shrugged his shoulders.
"If I get the blood test done how long would I be able to find out?" I questioned the old Gentleman.
"Today... It would take less than an hour as we have a team of pathologist's in our surgery."
I looked at Trè and he looked with a hint of boredom in his eyes. I piped up.
"I'll take the blood test please Dr. McGregor," I said as the old man smiled and walked out of the room to only come back with the equipment to receive blood.
I sat with Trè as we waited in the waiting room for the result from my blood. That test was so painful. I forgot that they went for the arteries where the bend is for your elbow.
"How you feeling babe?" Tre piped up touching my knee. If I ever wanted to rip his clothes off and make love to him... It would have been right there and then.
"I doing good... Just wished the result would hurry up!" I whispered. Just as I said that Dr. McGregor walked over to Trè and me with a smile on his face.
"Miss. Kingston I have your results... The test also proved positive... Congratulations your having a baby!" He said with a warm tone in his voice.
I looked at Tre and let out a surprised laugh. Trè jumped up and grab me by my waist and spun me around.
"This is brilliant... Janet I love you so much!" I heard Trè exclaim as he stopped spinning me round and hugged me close to his chest.
"This is gonna be the most wonderful baby... I know it." I said in a happy tone in my voice.
Wait till I start screaming at him in nine months "Never fucking touch me again you evil bastard!" ; ha ha I can see me saying that during labour.
It was gonna be good. I knew it
(Note from author: a pathologist is a doctor who deals with cells in the body... Long
Story)
