Adopted by Phan

Chapter 92

Jay's P.O.V.

"You don't have a history of twins in your family do you?"

I felt my face go pale, shock setting in within seconds. No, my family didn't have a history of twins, in fact I was pretty sure that no one in my family had ever had twins.

"No...? Please tell me you're joking?" She scanned around for a couple more seconds.

"Sort of... there isn't twins but I think there might have been at the start. There's an egg here that hasn't developed into a baby, I think it might have been identical twins because as far as I can see, they've got the same placenta. That's a way to tell if twins are identical."

I slowly processed the information. There wasn't twins, but there could have been, identical ones. One hadn't developed. I wasn't sad, just a little bit in shock about the fact that I could have had two children, there used to be two children but one wasn't there anymore.

Dan squeezed my hand, running his hand through my hair as we waited for the next part.

"Okay, just remember you can't take this as definitive, we'll be able to tell for sure in another month or so." There was a few seconds pause.

"Congratulations, it's a boy!" I smiled, tilting my head to the side and trying to lean up against Dan, even though it was quite difficult lying down. I felt a little bit of relief, knowing that the baby wasn't my fathers, he was healthy as far as I knew and he was going to be a boy, most probably.

Phil was next one to speak up.

"Is he healthy?" The nurse nodded.

"As far as I can tell he's healthy yes, arms and legs look normal and he seems developed in terms of everything else... brain and head looks good, yeah everything's going really well." I heard at least two sighs of relief from Dan and Phil, very audible, very happy sighs.

"Oh thank god."

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"Jay? Can you come out here for a sec?!" I heard the voice call up the stairs and sighed, pulling myself off my bed and dragging myself down the stairs. My body felt weird, I was heavy around my stomach and it made balancing a little more difficult than it probably should have been.

Dan was in the kitchen, his computer out in front of him.

"Yeah?" He looked up.

"We've found a midwife person that Officer Briny recommended, she wants to come around and she you today, is that okay?" I nodded, they'd been discussing plans like that for a little while and had known it was coming.

"Yeah that's fine, is there gonna be like a plan or something for later?" Dan nodded.

"We think so but we don't really know what to expect so we'll have to find out later." I took it in, sliding into a chair beside Dan and swinging my normal leg, watching what Dan was doing on his computer. He seemed to be messaging Officer Briny, who was saying that Mrs Harrow had been called out to something else, which was why she wasn't at the scan the day before.

My morning sickness had completely disappeared, it did after just a few weeks and I was very glad of it because I could go a few hours without feeling like absolute crap and could actually start to think forwards.

My moods seemed to swing around a lot, sometimes I was happy and hopeful for the future but other times, especially at night when I was alone in the silence, things started to turn. My mind was growing steadily darker and as much as I tried not to think about it and tried even more not to show it, I couldn't help it.

I couldn't help but to go to dark places when I was alone, crying a lot of the time because I couldn't hold it in anymore. I knew that even if my child made it to full term I wasn't sure if I would able to be there for him, knowing that it would bring back too many bad memories and possibly push me over the edge.

I had grown my nails out a little bit but it had turned for the worse as I found myself scratching my arms unconsciously, creating raised red rivets (alliteration bitch) along my arms which faded after a few hours. It was a way of pulling me back to reality when I needed it the most.

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I jumped at the ringing of a doorbell downstairs and then heard the door open before Phil started to speak. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying but I picked up a male voice, Phil probably as I had just seen Dan head to his room, and a female voice, the midwife person probably.

I headed downstairs again, which was becoming exceedingly more difficult the more times I did it a day, and clicked into the living room, where I saw Phil and a middle aged woman with short, dark hair that was cropped in a similar way to mine, now that I had a haircut that is.

She reminded me of the nice nurse I had seen at the hospital when I first met Dan and Phil, motherly and plump with a kind smile and happy eyes. She turned as I came into the room and gave me a smile, coming towards me for a quick handshake and gentle hug.

"Hello, you must be Jay?" I nodded. "I'm Maya Williams, but you can just call me Maya." I nodded again, looking around at Phil and then behind him at Dan, who had just come in from the kitchen.

"Alright, I hope I can sort some things out for you guys and I know this might be overwhelming, but I hope I can help you through that." It was definitely overwhelming, she was right about that at least.

I placed one of my hands over my stomach and flopped down onto a couch, placing my crutches on the ground before kicking them gently to get the out of the way of my feet. Everyone else picked another seat.

"I'm mostly here to plan the birth and help you along until that point, I know you've attempted to book in parenting classes and stuff which will help greatly, so one up for you." Dan had tucked his head into Phil's shoulder, looking right at Maya.

"One obvious thing is the actual birth. Because of how young you are and how small you are, I wouldn't recommend a natural birth and I don't think the doctors would even allow it." I nodded, I had been waiting for that. I knew that I probably wouldn't be able to give birth naturally no matter what the doctors said and I honestly didn't want too, not wanting to put myself through too much more.

"Alright, that was kinda already what I wanted." Maya looked at me and I knew she could see the pain in my face. I had witnessed enough births, many that had ended in death, to know that I didn't want to go through it myself and would hopefully never have too.

"You've seen a few births haven't you." It wasn't really a question but I nodded.

"Yeah, most of them didn't end happily."