(The Light Princess' Prince) What: Vannah is sick. Bry forces her to the doctor. Where: Doctor's Office > home When: Wednesday, April 30, 2008 - morning Rating: PG-13, tops. Status: Log Complete - Logging things in advance is FTW!
Savannah absolutely hated going to the doctor but after spending a week in bed with the flu, Bryant had put his foot down and said that she absolutely had to go. She'd whined and pouted and pointedly refused but her annoying loving husband wasn't listening to any of it and he'd practically dragged her out of the bed and forced her to get dressed. She had tried to talk him out of it all the way to the doctor's office but he'd merely smiled and drove. Once there, her attitude hadn't improved in the slightest. She'd been snappy with the doctor and very uncooperative. On one occasion, she'd been absolutely certain the doctor had promised her a sucker if she'd behave but when she'd lifted her brow at the man, he was suddenly very busy with her chart.
After the exam, they were left waiting for a moment and Savannah turned to Bryant. "I don't know why you made me come here," she grumbled from her place on the exam table. "It's just the flu. A few more days rest and I would've been fine. As a matter of fact, I feel better already." That was a lie. She didn't actually feel better but she wanted him to feel like he'd made her come for absolutely no reason. Yes, she wanted her husband to feel guilty for making her come to the doctor. "He's barely older than us. He doesn't know anything. Hell, I could be a doctor."
t could be just the flu. She'd been sick for well over a week now and Bryant was getting worried. He didn't mind having an excuse to stay home from work, of course, but he didn't like his wife being so ill and he was determined to make it better right the hell now.
He hadn't expected her to go easily, of course. He even smiled as she fought him and protested that she didn't need to go. He'd known she'd react this way and he really wouldn't have her any other way. As crazy as it sounded, he loved her even when she was arguing with him - especially then.
"All the same," he returned, a slight smile spread over his lips, "we're already here, so let's just wait a bit and see what he has to say." He knew she hated doctors and that she really didn't want to be here, but he wanted to know what was wrong with his wife. She definitely wasn't going to get out of this so easily.
"Fine," she groaned impatiently. "If he's not back in the next five minutes, though, we're going home." Savannah flounced on the table and gave her foot an immature kick. After several more huffs, she looked at her watch and groaned. Wouldn't you know it, only two minutes had passed.
She threw herself back onto the exam table and whined. "Why can't we just go home, Bry? I don't want to be here... I want my night gown and my bed and the pillows that smell like you."
A few moments later, she sat up and looked at her watch again. "Alright. It's been..."
As if on cue, the doctor walked through the door with a smile on his face. "It's about time," she greeted. "Give me my pills so that I can go home."
The doctor wasn't remotely phased by her acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sawyer," he grinned as he sat on the stool and rolled so that he could face her. "There aren't any pills, I'm afraid this is just going to have to run it's course."
Savannah rolled her eyes. "See, Bryant," she informed her husband quickly. "I could've stayed at home in the comfort of my own bed."
They'd been waiting all this time for... this?
Bryant had to suppress a chuckle each time she flounced or sighed or whined. Yes, it was quite obvious that she didn't want to be here, but she should know by now that he wasn't going to budge on this. They wouldn't be here to start with if he didn't think they had a reason to be and she wasn't going to easily convince her otherwise.
"Why don't we just let the doctor speak?" he suggested calmly as she interrupted the prognosis with her eyeroll and more whining. He flashed the doctor an apologetic grin, trying to make up for his wife's attitude.
"It's nothing serious, is it?" he asked in a slightly worried tone, smiling with relief when the doctor shook his head and assured them that Savannah would be perfectly fine and feeling just like her old self.
"... in about nine months."
Bryant's jaw dropped at that addition. "In... what?!?" He was smiling, even through his shocked exclamation, as he looked over at his wife. This was amazing news!
Savannah refrained from pouting like a child when Bryant forced her to hear the man out. Why did they have to listen to him, anyway? It wasn't like he was telling her something she didn't already know. It was the flu or a virus and it had to run it's course. Clearly, they should've left right after the exam. Better yet, they should've just stayed home to begin with.
A surge of love filled her chest when her husband seemed genuinely concerned about her but it was quickly replaced with annoyance. Of course, it wasn't anything serious. If it had been serious the doctor wouldn't have been smiling so damned much.
Like Bryant, Savannah's jaw dropped at the doctor's addition. "I've got a nine month flu and there isn't anything you can give me for it?!" Was she the only one that was completely outraged with this diagnosis?
Now, usually, Savannah White Sawyer wasn't nearly this... thick but, in her defense, she'd just spent the last week puking her guts out and, even now, a wave of nausea was washing over her.
The doctor chuckled softly and shook it head. "No, Mrs. Sawyer. You don't have the flu."
It was then that she began putting all the pieces together. The doctor was laughing... Bryant was suddenly grinning like an idiot... nine months... oh, fuck.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT I'M PREGNANT?!" she finally blurted out, her gaze moving between her husband and the doctor.
"Yes, Ma'am," the doctor answered with an enthusiastic nod.
"That... that can't be!" she instantly protested. "I'm on birth control and we've only been married... we haven't even been married a full month, yet, and I'm only..."
The doctor stared at her a moment, trying to process her reaction. It was obvious that he'd never had a patient quite like Savannah before. "Well... you are, ma'am," he insisted. Rather than waiting for her to continue, he stood. "You should make an appointment with your OBGYN as soon as possible. Here are enough prenatal vitamins to get you through until you can do that." He gave the small bottle of pills to Bryant. "There's really not much that can be done about the morning sickness... just try to relax and tough it out. Your prenatal doctor might have a few more tips." The man fell silent long enough to sign off on her chart, then he handed her a paper and made his excuses before leaving the room.
Savannah was left staring at the wall in the doctors wake. She was pre... she was going to get fat! She couldn't tell you why but her first instinct was to reach over and weakly punch her husband in the arm.
"Isn't it AMA-... OW! YOU HIT ME!"
Okay, so Bryant wasn't that much of a wuss and she hadn't hit him all that hard, but he didn't understand WHY she had. HE was excited! They were going to have a BABY! She was pregnant and they were going to have a baby and Bryant was ecstatic to be starting a family with the woman he loved, even if it was a little sooner than he'd bargained for.
He held tightly to the bottle of vitamins the doctor had given him, thanking him as he sat there beaming in spite of that bunch to his arm. This was GREAT! He couldn't wait to tell the entire WORLD about this! His mom, his friends... hell, even his ass of a brother!
Bryant couldn't be happier about this development.
"We're having a BABY, Van!" he told her excitedly, as if she hadn't gotten that memo quite clearly.
"Yes," she answered evenly, "I hit you."
Savannah was more than ready to get out of the doctor's office. Without so much as a pause to consider the information they'd been given, she quickly pushed herself off of the exam table and began gathering her things. Yes, it was just wonderful, wasn't it? She was pregnant. She was going to get fat and ugly. Really, she couldn't think of anything better than that... except for maybe having her fingernails ripped out with a pair of pliers.
Maybe this news wouldn't have hit her so hard if she couldn't vividly remember how cruel he'd been to the chunky girl that had lived next door to them when they were children. Bryant didn't like fat women. He'd never liked fat women. Really, they might as well cue the affair, now.
"That's... what they're telling me."
Once she was fully dressed and had her pocket book in hand, she turned to him. "Can we go home, now? I don't feel very well." Wasn't that just an AMAZING addition. Not only did she have to get fat but she had to PUKE, too.
Savannah could never be ugly. No matter how he'd mocked chunky girls in the past, this was Savannah. She could gain 300 pounds and Bryant would still want her, would still love her. Besides, it wasn't going to be fat. She was going to gain wait, because she'd be carrying their child.
"Isn't it wonderful?" he asked as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and started to lead her out of the doctor's office. Bryant was excited. He was thrilled.
He came down from his high slightly when she mentioned not feeling well, frowning with concern and nodding his head. "Yes.. you should lie down, baby. I'll make you some soup and we'll watch horrible television until you feel better."
Savannah knew better than anyone just how superficial her husband could be. They were both quite guilty of being snobby and shallow people, it was one of the many reasons they fit so well together. In her eyes, fat was fat, regardless of the cause, and she didn't think that her husband would want her when she was so large that she waddled instead of walked. He liked her appearance now, he wouldn't like it when she had this monstrous belly hanging off the front of her.
"Yeah," she answered weakly. "It's... something."
Just a few moments before, she'd hit him but she found herself leaning into his embrace when his arm slipped around her.
"That's a lot of horrible television," she commented softly. "Did you not hear him? Nine months... I'm going to be like this for nine months."
It was safe to say that Savannah was far from thrilled but she was trying her best to keep from robbing him of that happiness. Right now, the last thing she needed was to fight with him.
"I don't think I'm hungry," she commented a moment later. "Maybe we can just lay down instead?"
She had to cuddle him while she could, didn't she? In a few months, she was certain he wouldn't want to lay a finger on her.
Bryant smiled when his wife leaned into him. He tightened his arm around her a little bit and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
"I doubt you'll be this sick for the whole time," he assured her with a smile. "Mom wasn't sick for more than a couple of months. Three at the most. And I bet she'll have plenty of advice to help us with."
His tone was bright and cheery - Bryant was quite obviously ecstatic about this news. It didn't matter that it was sooner than he'd planned for. Savannah was having his baby and he couldn't be more pleased.
Bry shook his head when she argued against the soup. "Soup, too, baby. You need to eat. You're eating for two now, you know." No, she wasn't getting out of it. He was going to make her some soup and she was going to take those vitamins and then he'd cuddle her for the entire rest of the day. It should have been pretty obvious that he wasn't going to budge on this.
"It feels like I've already been sick for months," she whined. "I don't want help. I want it to go away. Can your mom do that? Can your mom make it go away?"
Maybe she was overreacting a little but Savannah had never been a very rational person and being sick just made that particular aspect of her personality stand out further. A little cold could turn her into a sniveling five year old. Something like this could turn her into a whiny brat.
If a sudden wave of nausea hadn't washed over her, she would have been actively annoyed with his very bright, very cheery tone. As it was, though, her stomach suddenly felt as if it was rebelling against her and she couldn't do much more than leaned further into his embrace.
"I don't know if I can stomach food right now, Bry," she admitted softly. Savannah knew that he probably wasn't going to budge on the matter but that didn't mean she wasn't going to argue her point. "Besides, eating for two does not mean that I have to turn myself into a hog." For right now, she was choosing to ignore the fact that she hadn't eaten much of anything in the last week.
"You want it to go away?"
Bryant pulled away slightly to stare at her as though she'd lost her mind, completely missing the rest of what she'd said as he focused on those words.
"How can you want it to go away? That's our baby! You can't just..."
Yes, Bryant was being an idiot, as usual. And probably completely misinterpreting her words. But he couldn't help it! He was so excited about this baby and she was just whining and.. was she not happy to be having this child with him?
Yes, of course, Savannah wanted this endless nausea and vomiting to go away. Who in their right mind enjoyed being sick? Normal people did not wake up and hope they were going to spend the day puking.
Bryant's tone made it obvious that he'd taken her words another way. Any other time, her searing sarcasm would've shinned through but, right now, she felt so awful that all she could do was cry. It was taking everything in her not to gag and he was practically yelling at her. This day was just getting better by the second.
"Yes, Bryant," she began as the tears spilled onto her cheeks. "Clearly, I'm a big enough bitch to suggest that I want the pregnancy to go away... rather than just this stupid, never ending nausea that I'm apparently going to be putting up with for the next several months." He'd pulled away enough to stare at her but she shrugged out of his embrace completely and began making her way toward the car with purpose.
No, she wasn't exactly ecstatic about being sick and getting fat but that didn't mean she wanted to end her pregnancy. It was great that her husband thought so little of her.
How was he supposed to know? She hadn't acted anything resembling happy about the news the doctor had given them. For all he knew, she had been talking about the pregnancy. She certainly hadn't acted like she wanted to be carrying his child.
Bryant was annoyed right now. He was completely annoyed. He'd gotten snapped at for trying to be supportive and helpful and suggest talking to his mother might help and now he was getting snapped at for drawing a logical conclusion from her reaction to this whole thing.
Women. Rather than turning this into a full-blown fight, he kept silent as he followed her to the car, not saying a word as he unlocked the doors and held the one on her side open for her.
Savannah wasn't completely overjoyed at the prospect of gaining a hundred pounds so, obviously, that meant that she didn't even want to be carrying his child. Not to mention, she was so sick she was entertaining the thought of leaning over and puking right there in the middle of the parking lot.
Clearly, she should be literally bouncing from excitement.
Unshed tears were lingering in her eyes when she slid into the passenger seat of his car but she refrained from saying anything to him. If he really wanted to believe that he had married such a cold-hearted bitch, she wasn't going to argue with him. Besides, if she opened her mouth too much, she was sure to vomit right there in the floorboard.
When they finally arrived home, she didn't wait for him to open the car door. She hastily grabbed her purse and headed up to their apartment. For once, her keys were, sitting right in top of her bag and she wasted no time in turning the lock and letting herself in. The urge to be sick was stronger than it had been and she tossed her things onto their bed as she made her way into their bathroom and shut the door.
Over the last week, she'd certainly grown accustomed to kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet and she was grateful to have managed to assume the position before she began gagging violently.
Yes, this was so much fun. Maybe when she was finished, she'd throw a one person party.
However annoyed or frustrated Bryant might be right now, he loved his wife and his first impulse was really to take care of her. Sure, he was disappointed that she wasn't as happy as he was about having a child, he was hurt and annoyed by the idea that she might not want this the way he did or by the way she'd snapped at him when he was trying to help, but that didn't stop him from following her when she headed for their bathroom.
His own annoyance was forgotten for the moment as he moved to hold her hair back and as he whispered whatever soothing things he could come up with in her ear.
This couldn't possibly last the full nine months, could it? Bryant was sure it wouldn't. He made a mental note to give his mother a call and see if she could suggest anything to help, but in the meantime, he tried to do what he could to help Savannah feel better now.
When Savannah was finally finished heaving, she flushed the toilet and sat back on her heels. Her face was red from the heat that had washed over her while she was vomiting and she forced herself to take several slow, deep, calming breaths.
The last time they'd discussed having a family, she'd told him that she did want to have his children but she'd also said that she wanted to wait. That hadn't changed over the last few days but, apparently, their circumstances had and she was still having trouble processing it.
"I don't want to be sick anymore, Bry," she told him with tears in her eyes. "I want to have a family with you but I just don't want to be sick any more."
Usually, she would have happily fought with him. Right now, though, she didn't have the strength for it. She just didn't want him to be angry with her any more.
Bryant let out a relieved sigh when she said she wanted to have a family with him. Maybe it was slightly insane, but he'd really thought she was upset about being pregnant and that was breaking his heart a little.
"I don't want you to be sick, either, baby," he agreed softly, gently pulling her into his arms, bring one hand up to her cheek. "I don't think it's supposed to last very long, though.." he was trying to be reassuring, even if she'd likely just get pissed at him again.
"C'mon, let's get back in bed. We'll grab some movies and the laptop and we can look things up. I'll call mom later and see if she has any suggestions to get you feeling better." No, that idea hadn't been well received before, but he couldn't think of anyone better to ask.
If she was completely honest, Savannah would have to admit that she definitely wasn't thrilled with the idea of getting fat. However, her freak out for that was currently taking a backseat to the constant nausea. As soon as she could get past that, she was sure to throw a fit about the rest of it.
For right now, though, she was thinking that it was best not to pick a fight with her husband. Besides, who would baby her if she kicked him out of their room?
"I hope not," she whined softly. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." When he pulled her into his arms, she rested her face on his shoulder. If this was pregnancy, she was sure to have at least ten more.
"Alright," she agreed with a weak nod.
The same statements hadn't been well received before but she was far too exhausted to be a bitch at the moment. Maybe later... after she'd gotten her second wind.