Destiny's Detour (20 page)

The doctor leaves us in the room so that I can get dressed, but before the door has even fully closed, Troy has his lips pressed against mine. I am surprised, but it doesn’t take long to respond to his kiss. It starts off as a tender kiss, then builds into a very heated kiss. I finally pull away from him.

“Troy, we are in the doctor’s office.”

I can see the lust in his eyes, and also a little surprise as he seems to realize where we are. He steps away from me and I scoot off the table to dress. We walk out of the office hand in hand and stop at the desk to make my next appointment. I am seeing the doctor on a weekly basis until I go into labor, which, as a first time mother, makes me very happy. I still can’t help all the nerves I have at becoming a mom.

Troy and I head back to our house. My man is in a hurry to get me home. We are at a point where we know our sex life is going to be put on hold, so we take advantage of any time we can still be intimate with each other. Sometimes I think my being pregnant turns Troy on. He often will tell me that I am sexy pregnant and that he sees other guys eyeing my body. I can’t help but laugh when he says this to me. After all, it is crazy. Why would any guy find a fat whale sexy? I give up arguing with him over it because he always manages to persuade me that he finds me sexy.

We quickly make our way into the house and Troy is sure to lock the front door behind him. He immediately begins attacking my lips and I am more than eager to respond to him. I should be embarrassed to admit we never even make it out of the living room for round one. We spend the next several hours in bed together doing it two more times. I think we have both lost control of our hormones. Troy leans over and kisses me gently

“Princess, I’m going to go get us some food.” He slips on his boxers.

I lay there with a smile of contentment on my face. It feels like I have just won the lottery or something. I can’t imagine anything better than making love to my husband. I am broken out of my thoughts when my phone rings.

Troy comes into the bedroom with my phone in his hands and tosses it toward me.

“It’s that crazy girl you call your best friend.”

I laugh as I say, “Hello.”

I am immediately bombarded with question after question on how the doctor’s appointment went. She wants to know why I didn’t call her sooner. Amy has me laughing because she just keeps shooting questions and not giving me time to answer any of them. I wonder if this is what she did to Troy when he answered the phone. I finally get her attention and tell her if she wants answers, she has to shut up because Troy is making dinner and I am hungry and hanging up when food comes. This finally gets her to hush and listens as I tell about the visit. She becomes hyped up and super excited when she finds out that I can go into labor any time now. She makes me promise to call her as soon as I do because she doesn’t want to miss anything. I promise her that I will call her with any news and finally hang up.

My call ends just in time because Troy walks in carrying a tray with food. I don’t even care what it is. At this point, I am so hungry I will eat anything given to me. Troy has made spaghetti. I am pleased he remembers that pasta is one of the things I crave the most these days. Thankfully, I’ve never had any of those weird cravings that you hear about in books and movies. I crave normal foods, just in larger quantities. The last few weeks, pasta and milk have been what I want all the time. Troy is willing to go get me some, even in the middle of the night if needed.

Two days after my doctor's appointment, I head off with Amy to my morning classes. While sitting in the middle of psychology lecture, I am gripped with the worse stomach cramp I have ever felt. Amy gives me a strange look. I try smiling, but I’m pretty sure it comes out more a grimace. The pain subsides and I go back to listening to the lecture. Ten minutes later, another stomach cramp hits me, and it dawns on me that I might be going into labor. I calmly pack up my belongings, and then look over at Amy to let her know I am leaving. She is already packed and ready to go. As we quietly and quickly moved out of the classroom, our teacher briefly stops talking, takes one look at me, smiles, and mouths, "Good luck, Destiny," before returning back to his lecture. Thank God, I don’t have to explain that. I stop outside the door and send a group text to Troy and David.

Destiny
: Guys its time. The baby is coming. Amy and me are leaving psychology now. HURRY!!

Amy and I are making our way out of the social sciences building when I see Troy running towards us from his class. I tell Amy she is in charge of keeping Troy calm while I am on the phone waiting to speak to my doctor. It doesn’t take long for another contraction to hit. They are coming regular at ten-minute intervals. As I grimace through the contraction, I notice a pained look cross Troy’s face. Dr. Smith comes on the line and tells me to head straight to the hospital. She will call ahead to let them know I am coming in through the emergency room so they can have someone from labor and delivery waiting for me. I am still staying calm, I am not sure how, but I am.

“Dr. Smith says we need to go to the hospital.”

Troy turns to Amy. “Text David and wait for him. Then go by our house and grab her hospital bag. It’s by our front door. Meet us at the hospital. Oh, and have David call our parents.”

Troy walks me toward his car. I am impressed with how calm he is being.

“Troy, are we too calm?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the calm before the storm or something.”

“Ya, maybeeeeee,” I say as another contraction hit.

He takes my hand and lets me take comfort in holding his. We quietly ride this way to the hospital. He pulls up to the ER entrance and runs around to help me out. He gets me to the triage desk, and with a quick kiss to my forehead, tells me he will be right back.

As he parks the car, the triage nurse begins the admittance process, and before I know it, Troy is back by my side. Once I have a hospital bracelet slapped on my wrist, and my paperwork is ready, the nurse picks up a phone, says a few words, and tells us that a Labor and Delivery nurse will be right with us. We have been in the ER for thirty minutes and I have had four contractions, which means they are a little closer than they were at school. It looks like we might be having a baby today.

Our new nurse comes up to us. “Hi, my name is Tina, and I will be with you throughout your labor and delivery. Now, I am going to take you upstairs and get you settled in your room.”

I smile up at her from the wheelchair I am now sitting in. She seems so friendly and it helps relax me. Just as she starts wheeling us down a hallway, a commotion sounds from behind me.

“Wait for us!” Amy yells out.

I laugh, look at Tina, and say, “That will be my insane best friend and my older brother, so we better wait. You will never hear the end of it if they are not allowed to come.”

She gives a short laugh, lets them catch up with us, and then heads toward my room. David talks to Troy as we walk down the hall.

“I called both sets of parents, and they are headed this way. Our moms were insane on the phone, screaming that it was time to go. I could hear Dad telling her to stop screaming and just get in the damn car.”

As I listen, I realize it will take them two hours to get to the hospital. I notice that David has my hospital bag slung over his shoulder and I am thankful.

Tina asks everyone but Troy to wait outside the room, points Amy and David toward the waiting area, and tells them she will come get them as soon as I am settled in bed. It takes about half an hour to get me changed into the gown I had bought just for the delivery. I am 4 cm dilated and over 70% effaced, and my contractions are clocked at six minutes apart. Tina leaves the room to get Amy and David, and Troy leans over and kisses my lips.

“Are you feeling okay right now?”

“Yes, surprisingly, I am feeling pretty good. A little nervous and a little excited. It only hurts when a contraction hits me.”

“I love you so much, Destiny. You don’t know how proud I am to call you my wife and the mother of my children.”

“Children?” I smirk. “Let’s see how this works out before we talk anymore.”

We share a laugh, and that is when Amy and David come into the room.

Amy is bouncing all over the room in excitement and David comments, “I think we need a sedative for Amy.”

Amy punches him lightly in the arm. I am so thankful to have them with me right now. Troy and I have opted to allow family to stay with us in the room until it’s time for me to begin pushing. Then we want it to be just the two of us with the doctor and nurses.

Two hours pass and I progress a little further in labor but not much. Soon, Troy’s parents and mine bustle into the room. The two sets of grandparents are as giddy as teenagers. Both my dad and Troy’s dad have tons of presents for little Mason. All I’m able to see are sports balls of all kinds and a tiny football jersey. It is silly that they are going so overboard. My mom notices me looking at the bounty and shakes her head.

“We tried telling them Mason wasn’t old enough for any of that stuff but they didn’t want to listen.”

I think it was cute nonetheless and am glad Troy and I have the support of our parents.

Amy makes a run to the cafeteria to get everyone drinks, and comes back with her hands full.

As she comes through the door, she says, “Troy, um, you and David might be want to go visit waiting room.”

The guys give her weird looks but head out, anyway.

I give Amy a strange look of my own and she says, “Wait for him to come back. I think it’ll mean more.”

Tina comes in and asks how I am doing. I ask her if I can take a walk, and she says that I am still at a point where I can get up and walk around.

I look at Amy and say, “Walk me to the waiting room.”

She gives me a knowing look. I am getting more curious about what I will find when we get there. We turn the corner from my room and head down the hall. The closer we get the noise level is getting higher.

“Is someone having a party?”

“Maybe,” Amy replies.

I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes scan the area. Most of the football team and dance team are in there. Shocked, I just stand there looking at everyone. Tears pool in my eyes. I can’t believe this many people have come to the hospital for our son’s birth.

The room slowly becomes silent as people notice me. Finally, Troy turns from where he is talking to the coach and smiles when he sees me standing there.

“Are you trying to escape?” he asks. Chuckles erupt across the room.

I smile devilishly. “Um, no, I just heard there was a room of hot football players, and thought I would come check it out.”

Amy snorts. Mark quickly jumps in on my teasing Troy. “Destiny, I think you are literally one of the hottest baby mama's, and I will be more than happy to steal you away from this ugly mug you call a husband.”

I laugh as Troy shoots him a ‘don’t make me kill you’ look. I walk over to Troy and grab hold of his arm just as a contraction hits.

As I breathe through the contraction, I ask, “What are they all doing here?”

Troy smiles and says, “They are here to welcome the newest team member.”

“Who says Mason will play football? Maybe he will want to be a dancer like his mom.”

Troy smiles at me, “Baby, football is in our blood. You know that.”

I grin because I do know. I make my way to where the dance team sits, talk to them for a few minutes, and then realize my contractions seem to be coming closer. Troy escorts me back to the room and we wait for Tina to come in and check me.

Tina comes into the room right behind us, helps me get situated on the bed, and begins checking my cervix once again. She announces that I am now 6 cm dilated and 100% effaced.

“Why hasn’t my water broke?”

She explains that sometimes it doesn’t happens naturally, and if it has not broken by 7 cm dilation, then they will pop the sac of fluid with a special hook to help speed up labor. The timing of my contractions is now three minutes apart, and she says that she will be remaining in the room with us, checking me frequently because it looks like my labor is definitely speeding up.