Challenge #3: Prompt #10 - Waking Dreams
Title: Life Force
Prompt: Waking Dreams
Word Count: 925
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original (Pictures in My Head 'verse)
Pairings (if any): Brian/ Jordan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): none
Summary: Jordan gets a ultrasound of her baby.
Sometimes you close your eyes when you’re in the shower. You would never admit it to Brian, but you have to admit that you’re curious what it’s really like. You’re always surprised to realize how easy it is to navigate the bathroom without seeing it before you. It’s like your body can navigate the familiar setting. He can’t really describe his world to you and you gave up asking long ago. He can’t even remember what it’s like to see, you think. It’s kind of weird, because you can’t even imagine that. As you peel off your sweaty clothes, you decide not to take any chances today. Looking down at your growing belly, you realize that some things are too valuable to mess around with.
You turn on the hot water and think of the long day ahead. You’ve already finished your workout, but that’s just the beginning. You have your 20 week ultrasound in an hour and you can’t think about it for too long without getting nervous. The simple test will help the doctors see if there are any problems and maybe if you’re lucky, they’ll be able to tell the sex of your child. As you shower, you let that word run through your head for a while. It seems like such a big thing for someone barely out of college. Mothers should be older, more settled in their own lives before attempting to raise another. You sigh, it’s too late to go back now. It hadn’t been a mistake exactly, but you’d had to push up the wedding and throw out your honeymoon plans out the window. You have to watch every penny now, because babies are expensive, and you never realized how much so. You sigh, you don’t know when your next paycheck is coming or where from. At least Brian has his blog, you think, and he already had a few interviews for a full time tech support position. He was confident, and you never once doubted his ability to get a job or raise your child.
As you step out of the shower, the word hits you again at full force. You shiver. You wonder what the child is feeling right now, if anything. Maybe it’s like a waking dream, you think. Maybe it’s like being blind, you think, feeling a bit guilty. You know there’s a big world out there and you can experience it, but you know you’re not getting the full picture. Hopefully she knows she’s safe in there, but doesn’t really know what’s going on. You definitely feel different now. You haven’t gained a ton of weight and you aren’t really showing yet, but you can feel the life force inside of you. The baby was very much alive in there.
You get dressed and head downstairs and collect Brian to head out to the ultrasound appointment. As he puts his arm through yours, he says you smell good. You love that his little compliments still come so easily. You get in the driver’s seat, too nervous to be driving, but you can’t exactly say anything. At least the doctor’s office is close and you try to stay confident as you lead Brian into the waiting room. You’ve read enough to know the risk of complications is really low, especially considering your age and overall health. For once, being young and in shape has some real benefits.
Brian sits on a hard plastic chair as you get checked in. The wait is surprisingly short, maybe because the office is almost empty. You hope that’s just because it’s still early on a Sunday morning. After a few minutes of awkward silence - you’re not up to conversation - the tech comes in to start the ultrasound. She starts explaining the procedure and what’s she doing, which is a relief. You can see Brian’s face relax a little, if only because he knows what’s going on. All too soon, a black and white image pops up on the screen. You reach over and take Brian’s hand. You’re shaking, and so is he. “Is that our baby?” You ask quietly.
“Yep. That’s the head over there.” You can clearly see the round shape she’s pointing at, the baby’s nose and lips. You can feel tears threatening to fall. The technician studies the ultrasound silently for a long moment.
Brian squeezes your hand. “Say something,” he whispers.
You look up at him, he’s standing there stoically, one hand clenched on his cane. You wonder what he’s thinking, but you think you already know. He’ll never be able to see his child. You sigh, he’s never seen you either. You know he can experience the world in other ways. “It looks like a baby, clear as day.”
You were whispering, but the technician must have heard. She chuckles, “She looks like a healthy baby, to be exact. We’ll run a few more tests to be sure, but I don’t see any deformities.”
“Wait… did you say she?” You can hear Brian’s breath catch in his throat.
The technician nods and says, “Yes. These tests aren’t 100 percent accurate, but it looks like it will be a girl.”
You look up at Brian again and he’s smiling from ear to ear. You try to smile, but the reality’s overwhelming. This precious little girl has her whole life in front of her and she hasn’t even been born yet. You clench Brian’s hand close to your chest. “Oh Brian, this is crazy.”
“No,” he just shakes his head. “This is real.”
Prompt: Waking Dreams
Word Count: 925
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original (Pictures in My Head 'verse)
Pairings (if any): Brian/ Jordan
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): none
Summary: Jordan gets a ultrasound of her baby.
Sometimes you close your eyes when you’re in the shower. You would never admit it to Brian, but you have to admit that you’re curious what it’s really like. You’re always surprised to realize how easy it is to navigate the bathroom without seeing it before you. It’s like your body can navigate the familiar setting. He can’t really describe his world to you and you gave up asking long ago. He can’t even remember what it’s like to see, you think. It’s kind of weird, because you can’t even imagine that. As you peel off your sweaty clothes, you decide not to take any chances today. Looking down at your growing belly, you realize that some things are too valuable to mess around with.
You turn on the hot water and think of the long day ahead. You’ve already finished your workout, but that’s just the beginning. You have your 20 week ultrasound in an hour and you can’t think about it for too long without getting nervous. The simple test will help the doctors see if there are any problems and maybe if you’re lucky, they’ll be able to tell the sex of your child. As you shower, you let that word run through your head for a while. It seems like such a big thing for someone barely out of college. Mothers should be older, more settled in their own lives before attempting to raise another. You sigh, it’s too late to go back now. It hadn’t been a mistake exactly, but you’d had to push up the wedding and throw out your honeymoon plans out the window. You have to watch every penny now, because babies are expensive, and you never realized how much so. You sigh, you don’t know when your next paycheck is coming or where from. At least Brian has his blog, you think, and he already had a few interviews for a full time tech support position. He was confident, and you never once doubted his ability to get a job or raise your child.
As you step out of the shower, the word hits you again at full force. You shiver. You wonder what the child is feeling right now, if anything. Maybe it’s like a waking dream, you think. Maybe it’s like being blind, you think, feeling a bit guilty. You know there’s a big world out there and you can experience it, but you know you’re not getting the full picture. Hopefully she knows she’s safe in there, but doesn’t really know what’s going on. You definitely feel different now. You haven’t gained a ton of weight and you aren’t really showing yet, but you can feel the life force inside of you. The baby was very much alive in there.
You get dressed and head downstairs and collect Brian to head out to the ultrasound appointment. As he puts his arm through yours, he says you smell good. You love that his little compliments still come so easily. You get in the driver’s seat, too nervous to be driving, but you can’t exactly say anything. At least the doctor’s office is close and you try to stay confident as you lead Brian into the waiting room. You’ve read enough to know the risk of complications is really low, especially considering your age and overall health. For once, being young and in shape has some real benefits.
Brian sits on a hard plastic chair as you get checked in. The wait is surprisingly short, maybe because the office is almost empty. You hope that’s just because it’s still early on a Sunday morning. After a few minutes of awkward silence - you’re not up to conversation - the tech comes in to start the ultrasound. She starts explaining the procedure and what’s she doing, which is a relief. You can see Brian’s face relax a little, if only because he knows what’s going on. All too soon, a black and white image pops up on the screen. You reach over and take Brian’s hand. You’re shaking, and so is he. “Is that our baby?” You ask quietly.
“Yep. That’s the head over there.” You can clearly see the round shape she’s pointing at, the baby’s nose and lips. You can feel tears threatening to fall. The technician studies the ultrasound silently for a long moment.
Brian squeezes your hand. “Say something,” he whispers.
You look up at him, he’s standing there stoically, one hand clenched on his cane. You wonder what he’s thinking, but you think you already know. He’ll never be able to see his child. You sigh, he’s never seen you either. You know he can experience the world in other ways. “It looks like a baby, clear as day.”
You were whispering, but the technician must have heard. She chuckles, “She looks like a healthy baby, to be exact. We’ll run a few more tests to be sure, but I don’t see any deformities.”
“Wait… did you say she?” You can hear Brian’s breath catch in his throat.
The technician nods and says, “Yes. These tests aren’t 100 percent accurate, but it looks like it will be a girl.”
You look up at Brian again and he’s smiling from ear to ear. You try to smile, but the reality’s overwhelming. This precious little girl has her whole life in front of her and she hasn’t even been born yet. You clench Brian’s hand close to your chest. “Oh Brian, this is crazy.”
“No,” he just shakes his head. “This is real.”