Lisa was unable to join her for the amniocentesis, Rhys had a medical check up and naturally that took priority. So Theresa found herself waiting alone, a nervous wreck even though she knew that the odds of anything going wrong were slim. She fidgeted, flipped through magazines, chatted with other women in various stages of pregnancy but through it all she just wished that Sandro was there with her. The other women were all accompanied by their partners or friends and Theresa had never felt so achingly alone before. She was so deeply buried in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice the person sitting down next to her until her husband’s deep voice rumbled in her ear.
“Why is your cell phone off? I’ve been trying to reach you all morning,” she jumped in fright before blinking up at him stupidly, not quite sure how he came to be there. He grinned down into her confused face and Theresa found herself responding helplessly to the open warmth of that smile, rewarding him with a blinding one of her own.
“What are you doing here?” She asked breathlessly and he shrugged.
“When I couldn’t reach you, I tried Lisa and when she told me that she was at the clinic with Rhys, I realised that you were probably here all alone and thought you might need some moral support,” he explained casually.
“B.but what about your work?”
“It’ll keep…”
“You didn’t have to come, I was okay on my own,” she felt obligated to protest.
“Theresa, you visibly paled every time the mention of this appointment came up. It’s obvious that you find the thought of this procedure daunting. I couldn’t let you face it on your own,” so much for thinking she had kept her fear and reservations well hidden from him. He seemed able to read her like an open book.
“I’m not really scared,” she said with more bravado than conviction and he determinedly bit back the smile that was curling up the sides of his mouth.
“You might not be but I am terrified, cara,” he shuddered slightly. “Needles… big needles especially, are not my thing.” She could tell by the way he paled at the thought that he was entirely sincere. She stared into his eyes for the longest time, getting lost in the melting chocolate depths before shaking herself slightly.
“Thank you for coming, Sandro,” she finally whispered. “I was a bit intimidated by the thought of this procedure.” The confession cost a lot but she was rewarded by the warm, intimate smile he directed at her.
“It’ll be fine,” he assured quietly, unexpectedly linking his fingers with hers. “You’ll see.” Even though there was no logical reason for it, her reservations melted like ice under the hot sun and she smiled gratefully.
In the end, Theresa sailed through the procedure, after some initial discomfort she was fine, it was Sandro who had difficulty with proceedings. Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t like big needles and when he saw the 7.5 centimetre needle he swayed enough for a nurse to hurriedly bring a stool over for him to sit on; he had thanked her but manfully chose to stand instead. That macho display of coolness lasted only long enough for them to insert the needle into her abdomen when he paled dramatically and practically collapsed onto the provided stool, keeping his eyes determinedly away from the needle and on Theresa’s amused face.
“Once, when I was ten,” she started talking to distract him. “I fell out of a tree…” that certainly caught his attention.
“What were you doing up a tree?” He sounded unflatteringly sceptical. “You don’t strike me as the tomboy type.”
“I wasn’t… but there was this poor little kitten stuck up there and I was a complete sucker for animals,” she shrugged, wincing slightly when the needle pinched more, his hand tightened around hers, while the doctor cheerfully informed them that it was “nearly over”.
“So what happened?” He asked softly.
“Well, Lisa was with me and she was desperately trying to reason with me but I wouldn’t listen,” she shook her head. “Sometimes I can be a bit stubborn.” He snorted at that.
“No! Really?” She tilted her chin up and chose to ignore his sarcasm.
“Just as I was leaning out and reaching for that stupid cat, he hissed at me, scratched my hand and climbed back down,” she felt the pinching sensation gradually decrease as the needle was withdrawn from her abdomen. “But the cat had scared me and I lost my balance before tumbling out of the tree.”