What's Wrong With Me?

Part 9 - The Appointment

T: well it takes us around half an hour to get there so if we want to be early we should leave in twenty minutes. That way we'll have ten minutes to spare, he explained, giving Lucy her food.

L: okay, that sounds good to me, she replied.

T: everything is going to be alright I promise, he reassured her, rubbing her knee.

L: I hope, she said.

T: let's eat, he said, his voice light and fun.

Tim ate of one of his tacos on the first bite. Lucy just took a small bite and put it down.

T: what's wrong?, he asked her, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

L: they made it wrong!, she said, wrapping it back in the paper.

T: what do you mean?

L: they made it wrong! They forgot the tomatoes!, she said, getting worked up.

T: hey it's okay. Just take a deep breath, he said calmly.

L: I wanted it with tomatoes!, she said, her eyes teary.

L: all I wanted was a taco! A single taco!, she said, a small tear trickling down her face.

T: hey, no need to get all worked up, just calm down, he said softly, putting away his own food.

L: this isn't fair!, she cried, more tears falling.

T: baby it's-

L: no Tim! They made it wrong! I just wanted to eat a taco!, she cried, trying- and failing- to wipe away her tears.

T: aw, baby. Come here, he said, shifting in his seat so she could climb into his lap.

Lucy melted into his arms.

L: this is so stupid! Why am I even crying?!

T: you're emotions are all in a mess baby it's okay.

L: I'm sorry, it's fine. I'll eat it, she said sniffling.

T: do you want my tomatoes? I think I still have some, he asked.

L: oh yes please!

Tim laughed and gave Lucy her tomatoes.

L: tastes way batter, she said, taking another bite.

They finished their food and drove to the hospital.

T: okay baby, let's go!.

They walked in with their fingers interlaced in excitement running through their bodies.

L: I have an appointment with Dr. Jane Miller, it should be under Lucy Bradford, she told the receptionist.

Receptionist: okay, Dr. Miller will be with you shortly. Feel free to have a seat in the waiting room, she said, pointing to a group of chairs.

T: thank you, he said before they took a seat.

Only a few minutes had passed before Lucy heard her name call.

Dr. Miller: Lucy Bradford?, she called.

Tim and Lucy stood up and followed the doctor to a room.

Doctor: so, first appointment?, she asked, putting on her gloves.

L: yeah, this is my husband Tim, she said, sitting on the table.

Tim shook hands with the doctor and sat down right next to Lucy.

Doctor: is this your first baby?, she asked them, trying to make conversation.

L: yep, never done this before, she said, reaching out to hold Tim's hand.