Look it’s Shiv.
Dan pulled Scar to him in a quick hug as they entered the room with the white walls, knowing that it was going to be hard for her. “You’re okay.” He reminded her quietly, kissing her forehead and never letting go of her hand as she sat on the bed. He listened to the doctor and gave her a friendly smile. He decided to ask questions about what she would be doing, hoping that if Scar heard what would be going on that it would calm her down a bit. “So, what will the gel do? Is it like an ultrasound?” He paused for a moment, a smile coming across his face as he realized what it meant if it was an ultrasound. “Are we going to be able to see the baby? You know…if Scar really is pregnant?” He kissed his wife’s hand, as she squeezed his and smiled. The thought of being able to see their baby, their little tiny piece of both of them, it sent shivers of excitement up his spine. Seeing him or her on that screen would make it real. They would be parents again. Together this time. They would be able to see their tiny little miracle that was half Evans, half McNulty and Dan couldn’t have been more excited at that moment.
Scar kept her mouth shut and let Daniel talk to the doctor for both of them, she wasn’t sure of exactly she would say, anyway. She was never good with this kind of stuff. “Yes, it wil tell us if she is really pregnant. If she is, we won’t be able to tell the sex of the baby just yet, she’d be too early on in her pregnancy. But if she is we can always book visits for a later date.” The doctor explained, beginning to push the ultrasound wand over Scar’s stomach. The girls hand gripped onto her husbands tightly and started at the monitor in front of her, anticipation running through her veins. This was it. “There…” The doctor mumbled, pointing to a small shape on the monitor. “There’s no doubt that you’re pregnant, Mrs. Evans. There’s your baby.”
Scar…I’m sorry. I’m not yelling at you. I’m just yelling in general because I’m upset. I apologize. I promise that it wasn’t at you. I’m not upset with you. I’m upset with the damn magazine. Come here, love.
Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in a second.
I love you, Scary. And Nugget.
I love you too. And so does Nugget.
Scar…I’m sorry. I’m not yelling at you. I’m just yelling in general because I’m upset. I apologize. I promise that it wasn’t at you. I’m not upset with you. I’m upset with the damn magazine. Come here, love.
Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in a second.
Well obviously I’m fucking upset! Some magazine that I’ve never spoken to in my fucking life is making up lies and calling me a sex addicted manwhore and saying that we are just making up our entire marriage and that nugget isn’t real and that it’s just some story for us to get attention! What a great fucking day! Just what I always wanted! To be looked at as some sex addict that makes up stories to gain fame! Because you know how much I just bloody LOVE this fame! It’s just a fucking GRAND OL’ TIME having the woman that I love lose her memory because a “fan” attacked her. Or having these fake stories written. Or my daughter being pulled at when I’m walking by, holding her. It’s a fucking BLAST!
… please don’t yell at me.
I’m not saying that you can’t come, I’m just saying you don’t need to. Calm down.
No, i will not calm down. You’re upset and i’m pissed and i’m going to murder someone.
Whatever. You don’t think I am, but it’s clearly how everyone else sees me. I’m on the couch. I don’t feel like moving right now.
Okay. I’ll be there in a second.
You don’t have to move, Scar. You can just stay in bed. It’s not a big deal.
I said i’ll be there in a second, Daniel. Deal with it.
Whatever. You don’t think I am, but it’s clearly how everyone else sees me. I’m on the couch. I don’t feel like moving right now.
Okay. I’ll be there in a second.
I can fight my own battles, twat. I’m just going to bed. Scar, sorry I’m not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. Who knows. I mean, once a sex addicted manwhore, always a sex addicted manwhore, right?
Shut up. You are not. Just come cuddle with me, okay?
