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at the door. Her eyes
widened as she saw Christine…with Max’ hand still on her
shoulder with him bent solicitously toward her.
“ I
need you to call Dr. Mulholland and make an appointment for us as
soon as possible. Now would be best.”
“ Er…us?”
Andrea inquired in confusion. Clearly Max hadn’t yet made the
announcement to his staff that he was to be a father sooner rather
than later. Christine lay back in the chair waiting to hear what he
would say.
“ Yes
yes!” he replied irritably, his impatience indicating that he
wasn’t as calm as he was trying to project. “Me and
Christine.”
“ Er
isn’t your doctor’s name Benson?” Andrea inquired.
Max turned to glare at
her. “Andrea are you trying to get fired?” he ground out.
Andrea
put up her hands in surrender. “Okay okay, I’ll find this
Dr. Mulholland’s number and make the appointment,” she
said closing her mouth and regarding them for a moment as if waiting
for further explanation. When none was forthcoming, she opened her
mouth again to make some inquiry but then changed her mind and closed
it again.
“ Okay
then,” she murmured with a shrug and went clacking down the
corridor again.
“ You
should probably tell her,” Christine said.
Max
shrugged. “Not yet. It's too soon. Nobody needs to know yet but
us.”
Christine
nodded her head in understanding. After all, people lost babies all
the time. They might make some huge announcement and then not survive
the first trimester. Case in point, her falling like a fool down a
ladder. It was embarrassing but more than that, she was worried.
Worried for her baby…she hadn’t even been aware before
this morning that she regarded it as her
baby . Consciously, if she thought of it
at all, she just imagined a bunch of ever multiplying cells holding
her uterus hostage until they were ready to face the world. Now, all
of a sudden, she was literally sick with worry that she might have
inadvertently caused harm to her child. She’d read in the
booklets that the amniotic fluid acted as a shock absorber to cushion
the child from being hurt. She hoped to hell it was true in this
case. But gra hadn’t seemed worried so maybe she shouldn’t
worry either. Not that gra would tell her if she was worried. She had this whole ‘keep calm in a
crisis’ policy that was easily misleading as to the seriousness
of the situation if one paid attention to it.
“ Could
you get my grandmother please?” Christine asked Max.
“ Yes
of course,” he replied straightening up and walking to the
doorway. “Martha!” he called.
Christine
smiled; it looked like Max was not ready to leave her alone even for
the few minutes it’d take to get to the kitchen and back. A
wave of cold washed over her as she remembered why he didn’t
want to do that. What if the baby was
hurt and she was just sitting here? Maybe she should have gone to the hospital right away instead of
seeking out her grandmother like she was wont to do in any situation.
“ How
are you and me going to be wed when my grandmother’s your
housekeeper? Don’t you find that extremely super awkward?”
Max
shrugged. “It's up to her what she wants to do. I was thinking
you could both just move in and she could continue to run the house
as sort of matriarch of the family or something,” he said very
absentmindedly, still keeping an eye on the door for Martha while
gently running his hand up and down her back in a gesture she
supposed he meant to be soothing. She wasn’t sure if it was
having the desired effect though. Oh it was doing something to her alright; making soft parts softer and melting hard parts of
her but she wasn’t really paying attention to that now.
“ You’ve
really thought about it huh?” she said through a haze of what
she didn’t want to think of as lust.
“ I’ve
thought about it enough to know that we probably can’t keep the
status quo after the wedding. I also know your grandmother loves her
house because
widened as she saw Christine…with Max’ hand still on her
shoulder with him bent solicitously toward her.
“ I
need you to call Dr. Mulholland and make an appointment for us as
soon as possible. Now would be best.”
“ Er…us?”
Andrea inquired in confusion. Clearly Max hadn’t yet made the
announcement to his staff that he was to be a father sooner rather
than later. Christine lay back in the chair waiting to hear what he
would say.
“ Yes
yes!” he replied irritably, his impatience indicating that he
wasn’t as calm as he was trying to project. “Me and
Christine.”
“ Er
isn’t your doctor’s name Benson?” Andrea inquired.
Max turned to glare at
her. “Andrea are you trying to get fired?” he ground out.
Andrea
put up her hands in surrender. “Okay okay, I’ll find this
Dr. Mulholland’s number and make the appointment,” she
said closing her mouth and regarding them for a moment as if waiting
for further explanation. When none was forthcoming, she opened her
mouth again to make some inquiry but then changed her mind and closed
it again.
“ Okay
then,” she murmured with a shrug and went clacking down the
corridor again.
“ You
should probably tell her,” Christine said.
Max
shrugged. “Not yet. It's too soon. Nobody needs to know yet but
us.”
Christine
nodded her head in understanding. After all, people lost babies all
the time. They might make some huge announcement and then not survive
the first trimester. Case in point, her falling like a fool down a
ladder. It was embarrassing but more than that, she was worried.
Worried for her baby…she hadn’t even been aware before
this morning that she regarded it as her
baby . Consciously, if she thought of it
at all, she just imagined a bunch of ever multiplying cells holding
her uterus hostage until they were ready to face the world. Now, all
of a sudden, she was literally sick with worry that she might have
inadvertently caused harm to her child. She’d read in the
booklets that the amniotic fluid acted as a shock absorber to cushion
the child from being hurt. She hoped to hell it was true in this
case. But gra hadn’t seemed worried so maybe she shouldn’t
worry either. Not that gra would tell her if she was worried. She had this whole ‘keep calm in a
crisis’ policy that was easily misleading as to the seriousness
of the situation if one paid attention to it.
“ Could
you get my grandmother please?” Christine asked Max.
“ Yes
of course,” he replied straightening up and walking to the
doorway. “Martha!” he called.
Christine
smiled; it looked like Max was not ready to leave her alone even for
the few minutes it’d take to get to the kitchen and back. A
wave of cold washed over her as she remembered why he didn’t
want to do that. What if the baby was
hurt and she was just sitting here? Maybe she should have gone to the hospital right away instead of
seeking out her grandmother like she was wont to do in any situation.
“ How
are you and me going to be wed when my grandmother’s your
housekeeper? Don’t you find that extremely super awkward?”
Max
shrugged. “It's up to her what she wants to do. I was thinking
you could both just move in and she could continue to run the house
as sort of matriarch of the family or something,” he said very
absentmindedly, still keeping an eye on the door for Martha while
gently running his hand up and down her back in a gesture she
supposed he meant to be soothing. She wasn’t sure if it was
having the desired effect though. Oh it was doing something to her alright; making soft parts softer and melting hard parts of
her but she wasn’t really paying attention to that now.
“ You’ve
really thought about it huh?” she said through a haze of what
she didn’t want to think of as lust.
“ I’ve
thought about it enough to know that we probably can’t keep the
status quo after the wedding. I also know your grandmother loves her
house because
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