“I see,” she said, both hands on her keyboard as she jotted down some professional notes, “I know this might come as a stupid question but I need to ask it… are you practicing intercourse in the traditional sense of vaginal penetration with a penis?”
“Nah… we only ever do anal,” Dabi cut in in a loud voice.
“Oh my god, please ignore him,” you said quickly, shooting an arm out across his chest to stop him, “yes we are doing it the right way,” you replied quickly.
“I just needed to rule that out,” the doctor said with a polite smile, “now… how long have you been trying to conceive for?”
“Umm…” You looked at Dabi for his help.
“Years,” he said.
“No,” you stopped him, “as in, actually trying trying.”
“Oh. Uh… a few months?”
“I think 6?” You looked from him to her, “6 months… I know that’s technically not a long time but still… I’ve been able to fall pregnant once before but then… lost the baby…”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” the doctor said, still typing away, “sometimes after a miscarriage it’s a little harder to fall pregnant but please don’t be too concerned at this point. How often are you having intercourse?”
“Lots,” Dabi said, “one time we did it 5 times in a day.”
“God,” you groaned softly with embarrassment, “I’m sorry… please ignore him,” you said to the doctor who seemed completely unfazed by Dabi’s brash comments.
“Ok,” she said, finishing up her typing, “when was your last period?”
“I’m due to have my next one like… next week or something,” you said.
“Ok, well I’m just going to give you this cup and I would like for you to go to the bathroom and try to get a urine sample, if you can, I just need to rule out anything that could be in your system that could be preventing pregnancy, like an infection of any kind.”
“Oh. Right.” You took the cup from her and left to get a sample.
10 minutes late you returned with the small cup- filled with urine.
“Great,” the doctor said, taking it from you and getting out a dip stick that would tell her if there was anything amiss.”
She placed the cup down on the counter and undid the lid then put one stick in and retrieved another one to test something else.
She waited a while then pulled the first stick out and compared its colour to a colour chart and the second stick out and compared it to something else… then she stopped.
“Umm… this sample that you have given me has shown something…” she said as she checked and double checked her markers.
“What’s that?” you asked nervously, thinking that you might have an infection of some kind.
“According to this… it says you’re pregnant.”
“I… sorry, what?”
“Shit?! Seriously?!” Dabi asked, grabbing the arms of the chair and leaning forward expectantly.
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, “you’re pregnant.”
“Oh… oh my….”
“Holy fuck!” Dabi exclaimed as he looked at you and you looked at him.
“We did it, we did it,” you said numbly, staring into his eyes as the realization hit him, “you’re gonna be a daddy.”
He turned in his chair and engulfed you in a hug as you burst into tears of relief and shock.
The doctor finished up her tests and sat down then wrote something down and handed you a piece of paper.
“You will need to have a blood test to confirm your pregnancy,” she said with a smile, “we have a lab on site here so you’re welcome to have the blood test today and they’ll have the results to you in a few days.”
You were still in a daze and thanked her then took the paper and you and Dabi left.
The ride home after the blood test, was filled with chatter, tears, and disbelief, and that night you fell asleep thinking about your new life ahead as a mum, while you snuggled into Dabi’s side.
The next chapter of your life had begun.
The results of your blood test came back a few days later and confirmed, that yes, you were pregnant and you broke down in happy tears again.
It was surreal really.
Also, hat same day, you got the email outlining the graduation ceremony that would be held next month…. so there was a lot going on.
“Babe!” You called down the stairs a week or so later as you made your way down to him, “I’m gonna go buy some baby clothes, wanna come?”
“Do we even know what we’re having?” he shouted back from the kitchen.
“No, but according to the day we had sex they said it would be a 50% chance of it being a boy.”
“They? Who’s they?” Dabi cackled, “and what would they know about this.”
“I got it from a website, ok?” you said defensively, annoyed by Dabi’s laughter at you as you entered the kitchen.
He saw that he had put you in a mood and apologized quickly.
“Sorry, sorry, I just…” he burst out laughing again.
“Shut up. Ok, that’s it, I’m out,” you said with a scowl, turning and marching back upstairs.
“Baby,” he called, still laughing, “come back.”
But you were on a mission to get away from him as quickly as possible and stomped up the stairs quicker.
“Come on,” he chuckled, chasing you and grabbing you gently from behind, “I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” you said in a quivering voice, early pregnancy hormones starting to get to you already.
“Hey?” he asked with confusion, “why are you crying? What’s wrong?”
“You’re what’s wrong!” you snapped sadly, tears watering up your vision, “you’re making fun of me.”
“No, I’m not—,”
“Yes you are! You were making fun of me looking up the potential gender of our baby and laughed at me. What’s wrong with me looking stuff up? You’re just being an ass. Leave me alone.”
“I’m sorry, ok, I didn’t know you were going to blow up about it. It’s really not that much of a big deal,” he replied, trying to use logic to calm you down but all it did was get you angrier.
“Can you just stop?!” you barked, pushing his hands off you and storming into the room then slamming the door closed.
“Wow? What the fuck?” he thought with surprise and a little annoyance at you being unreasonable, “ok, whatever?”
And off he turned to go back downstairs.
His backside had just hit the seat when you came sobbing into the room and he stood up in confusion.
“What? What is it?” he asked, giving you a worried look.
“You don’t love me anymore!” you wailed.