The Fated Trinity

Chapter Four: The Ultrasound Appointment

Sia scowls at me in disbelief that I just told Dad that, but I would rather be completely honest than half-hearted. There is no sense or reason for lying at this point. He knows I am pregnant and I want him to know how it happened.

“I’m sorry, did you just say you were drunk?” He asks, annoyance dripping with every word.

I nod, inhaling sharply, “Yes.”

Dad’s head shakes in disgust and I can feel my tail tucking between my legs, so to speak.

“And just how the hell were you drunk, Amber.”

I puff my cheeks out trying not to laugh, because he looks like he’s about to have a stroke. His face is contorted, and red, and sweat beads have formed on his brow line.

“Just was,” I reply softly while chewing on my bottom lip.

He shakes his head and chugs his beer in one quick sip. Sia and I stand there waiting for an investigation, but he walks away. No words. No second looks. Just walks away. Sia and I exchange a glance before walking out of the kitchen and heading to our bedrooms. Dad sits on the couch and doesn’t even pay any attention to us as we walk by. He’s pissed.

The next two weeks are filled with working through extreme fatigue, nausea, and vomiting. I think the worst part has been the nagging headache and aching boobs. I have had to call out on multiple occasions for work and my manager is becoming increasingly annoyed. I can’t help it. They have been sending me home if I get sick, regardless of being told I am not sick and have no fever.

Finally, Tuesday, May 2nd, arrives and Dad insists on going with me to my appointment, which is fine. We arrive shortly before and get checked in. Dad’s interactions with Sia and I have been short over the last two weeks as he is still mad over the whole drinking thing. You would think he would be more pissed off at the fact that I am pregnant rather than the fact that his teenage daughters got drunk. Can you smell my sarcasm?

“Amber Masterson.”

My eyes flick up as a nurse calls my name. Dad looks up from his phone and shoves it into his pocket as he follows behind me. They get my weight, blood pressure, and temperature once we are in the room.

“We will be doing an ultrasound and pelvic exam,” the nurse says as she hands me a gown.

I nod as she and Dad step out of the room allowing me to change into the gown. After a minute they both re-enter the room and the nurses advise me I need to go pee into a cup. I hate peeing in cups. It’s annoying. I walk to the bathroom, holding the back of my gown closed, and search through the cabinets for a medical hat. I find one and smirk to myself, gotcha. After empty my dignity into a cup I head back to the room where Dad, the nurse, and Dr. Griggs waits for me.

“Hi, Amber. How are you feeling today?” Dr. Griggs asks.

“I’m okay.”

“Good. Tyler, we are going to ask you to step out while we do the pelvic exam. As soon as we are done you can follow us back for the ultrasound.”

Dad’s eyes trail to me and with a knowing glance, he exits the room. I have never had a pelvic exam done before, because I am under twenty-one. I also had not been sexually active.

“When we last spoke, you weren’t sexually active. We had discussed placing an IUD, but due to you being sexually inactive you opted not to,” Dr. Griggs so gracefully points out.

“I wasn’t sexually active at that time and I have only had s*x one time,” I reply a little more sourly than I should have.

Her face drops and a look of disbelief shrouds her face. Her crow's feet crinkle like paper and her smile lines fade into a sour look, “You’ve only had s*x once?” she questions, as if I am lying.

“Yes, one time.”

“Mhm,” she replies, grinding my last nerve.

Once she is done with the pelvic exam we head to the ultrasound room and Dad is outside of the room waiting. He can tell I am annoyed and gives me a questioning look. I refrain from calling the doctor a b***h in front of her but give him an I’d like to eat her for breakfast look.

“Because we are unsure of how far along you are based on your bloodwork and the information you have provided, I will be performing a transvaginal ultrasound today.”

I narrow my eyes at her, “What do you mean by the information I provided?” I ask, bitterness stinging the air with every word.

“Well, for starters, your blood work is showing you are approximately three to four months pregnant. But, according to you, you had s*x for the first time and only time on March 17th.”

“That is when and it is the only time,” I reply dryly.

“According to the quantitative blood draw from two weeks ago, there is no way that information is correct. Blood work doesn’t lie,” she practically spits.

My anger is boiling over and I want to scream. I have no reason to lie to her or anyone. I keep my mouth shut as she does the ultrasound, occasionally making annoying noises as if she knows something. It was uncomfortable, I don’t understand why they make the damn wand so big. Not everyone needs that big of an ultrasound wand.

“Alright, as I suspected you are measuring at 14 weeks and five days pregnant. And your estimated due date is September 21st of this year.”

I shake my head and I know I have resting b***h face at the moment. My eyes flick over to Dad and his eyes are going back and forth between her and me.

“There is no way I am 14 weeks pregnant. I had s*x for the first time in March. I also had my period on March 10th. So you’re wrong,” I say dryly.

“Science doesn’t lie. Scared teenagers do,” Dr. Griggs says arrogantly.

Dad’s demeanor changes as he stands up, “My daughter isn’t a liar.”

“Mr. Masterson, science doesn’t lie. Here is a copy of her ultrasound and her blood work results. If you feel that I have given you wrong information please feel free to consult a second opinion. I’m not sure why your daughter feels the need to lie now, as she is already pregnant. But, I assure you, she is due in September and is 14 weeks pregnant.”

“Don’t call my daughter a liar,” is all Dad says before he tells me to get dressed.

I walk out of the room with my clothes, head to the nearest restroom, and change back into my clothes. Dad is waiting for me outside of the restroom and as we head for the exit Dr. Griggs calls over to us.

In front of the entire lobby, she has the nerve to say, “You need to have a conversation with your daughter, Mr. Masterson. Lying about the time of conception is a danger to her and her unborn child. Amber here is information on adoption and pregnancy termination.”

My heart breaks into a million pieces, termination? I would never terminate this pregnancy. It is not this baby’s fault I am pregnant. It’s mine. How dare she. I am not the only one thinking this as Dad rips the papers out of my hand, tears them to pieces, and throws them in her face.

She stumbles backward as the papers smack her face, “Excuse you!” she scowls.

“No, excuse you. How dare you,” Dad roars as he grabs my hand and we walk out of the building.

“Amber, hunny, I believe you. But, I need to know the exact date, and was this in Florida?”

“Yes, Dad it was in Florida, while we were in Miami. And March 17th.”

He nods as we walk toward the car. He was silent the entire way home and didn’t make eye contact. It was as if he was thinking something.

Once we get home he lets me know he has a phone call to make and I head upstairs for a quick shower before grabbing a snack.

Tyler’s POV:

“Thank you for calling Rose Memorial, this is Fran. How can I help you?”

“Fran, this is Gamma Tyler. Is Dr. Gee available or Helena?”

“Hi Gamma Tyler, one moment and I will check for you.”

This damn hold music is enough to make me drink myself into oblivion. For f***s sake.

“Hi Tyler, this is Sarah Dr. Gee’s nurse. How are you? How can I help you?

“Sarah, I need to get my daughter, Amber in to see Dr. Gee as soon as possible. She’s pregnant, but the human doctors are saying she’s six weeks further than she is.”

After a long pause she replies, “Are we thinking of possible werewolf pregnancy?” her question was nervous as if she didn’t want to ask.

“Yes,” is all I reply.