“I don’t have legionnaire’s disease,” she complained as he
tightened the tourniquet around her upper arm.
“I didn’t know you were a 100% fool proof blood test,” Owen
coyly replied as he flicked his finger against the veins in her arm.
“I haven’t even bathed or washed my hands in the hospital
for the last two days,” she groaned, “I haven’t even been here for the last two days.”
“Then how would you explain your recent coughing, nausea and
vomiting?” he further pursued, “Those are about three of the symptoms for
Gasping and pretending to be shocked, Amelia replied in a
sarcastic tone, “Oh my god, you’re right. But…what if it’s just the common
cold? Or what if I’m pregnant? Or what if I have a rare tropical disease? How
will we ever know?”
“Firstly, you having the common cold the same time there’s a
legionella outbreak is way too convenient,” he began, destroying her hypotheses
one by one, “Secondly, we haven’t even been trying for a baby, so it’s unlikely
that you’re pregnant. And thirdly, you need to have recently gone to a tropical
country to get a tropical disease.” Owen rolled his eyes and smiled as he wiped
her arm with alcohol. “If everybody else has to take the test, so do you. Those
are the rules; no exceptions.”
“You clearly missed the sarcasm in my-ow!” she whined as he
pulled her blood, “You are terrible at taking blood.”
“I didn’t miss your sarcasm, I ignored it,” he said, pulling
the needle out and replacing it with some cotton, “But I’d definitely welcome
the idea that you’re carrying another me inside you.”
“If it’s anything like Rosie, I don’t want it,” she said,
replacing his fingers in keeping pressure on the cotton on her arm. Amelia
loved her daughter unconditionally, but the girl knew how to get under her skin.
Owen shook his head and chuckled, dispelling her blood in a
purple top vial. “I’ll get your results rushed but you should go rest somewhere
in the meantime. I’ll page you if you’re dying of a rare disease.”
“How reassuring,” she mused as he stood up and left.
As he made his way to the medical laboratory, Owen’s mind
ran rampant with thoughts and doubts about Amelia’s diagnosis. Although they
had visited Barbados, her symptoms would’ve shown sooner if it was a tropical
disease and not 2 months later. And they hadn’t been actively trying for a baby
for over a month now. Legionella was the most obvious diagnosis, as unfortunate
as it was.
“Dr. Hunt,” the lab tech greeted Owen, “Legionella test too?”
“Uh, yeah,” Owen said, looking at the vial in his hand.
“It’s legionella, it can’t be anything else,” he
tried to convince himself.
“Dr. Hunt?” the tech called, trying to pull him out of his
thoughts, “I need you to give me the blood to take the test.”
“Her nausea, headaches
and coughing all point towards it,” he thought.
He handed the lab tech the vial. “Do a blood beta-hCG test instead.”
The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Uh, are you sure?”
Owen hesitated for a moment. He was lying to Amelia and
wasting her blood on a non-urgent test. Worse yet, if it was negative, he’d
have to lie and get more blood from her and test for the disease she’d more
likely have. She’d skin him alive if she found out what he was about to…
“I’m sure,” he nodded, taking a deep, staggering breath, “Run
“Very well then, doctor.”
After spending half an hour looking around the hospital for
Amelia, and eventually having a nurse tell him she arrogantly went home, Owen
came home that night with his heart racing.
“Amelia?” he called with an edge in his voice as he opened
“In the kitchen,” she said, fishing in the fridge for
something to eat.
“Why did you go home?” he chastised as he made his way into
the kitchen, “You could’ve spread your possible legionella to the kids.”
“So then I don’t have legionella?” she sought to confirm,
spraying canned cheese on an apple slice as he approached her.
“Ew, don’t eat that,” he quickly said, taking the apple
slice away from her before she could get a bite.
“There better be a good reason why you took that away from
me,” Amelia grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.
Owen set the snack down and looked at her with a big, cheesy
“What, Owen?” she huffed, becoming increasingly confused and
annoyed by his behaviour, “Just spit it out. Do I have legionella or not?”
“I didn’t get the legionella test,” he said, barely giving
her enough information to understand what kind of conversation they were
“What?” she exclaimed, “Well then what did you do with my
“I got a blood beta-hCG test,” he announced giddily, holding
the paper up in the air.
“So instead of finding out if I have a contagious and potentially
fatal disease…” she clarified.
“Amelia, look at the paper.”
“…you used my blood to get a non-emergent pregnancy test…”
“Look at the paper,” he tried again.
“…and now we’ll have to go back to the hospital so I can get
“Amelia!” he said a little louder, stopping her rant mid-sentence.
He held the paper closer to her eyes. “Look at the paper.”
Sighing, she gave him a death glare before she took the
paper from him and read the results. 6,190 mIU/ml popped out at her; she didn’t
even read the base values or the rest of results. All she saw was those
With now widened eyes, Amelia looked back at Owen. “Is this…?”
Pointing to herself, she asked, “Am I…?”
He nodded again, his eyes glistened. “You are.”
She grinned, her eyes watering as she looked at the paper again.
“This better not be a joke, Owen.”
“No joke,” he confirmed, his heart warmed at the sight of
her shock and happiness; rewarding was an understatement. “I definitely knocked
you up this time.”
“We’re having a baby,” she said aloud, to make it true.
“We’re having a baby,” he sang softly, picking her up and
spinning her around, causing her to squeal.
“We’re having a baby,” she sang with him, giggling.
“Why are you guys singing and jumping and crying?” Ryan
asked as he entered the kitchen and rubbed his eyes, finding Owen and Amelia jumping
up and down in a circle. Rosie stood behind him in pyjamas like him, just as
curious at her parents’ sudden outburst of singing and screaming. The two
adults froze and stared at them, their cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Um,” Owen tried, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat, “Well…”
“I’m pregnant,” Amelia blurted out to the five year old.
Ryan looked between the two suspiciously. “Like, actually
“Finally,” the little boy sighed, rolling his eyes. Amelia
and Owen laughed at his response. “A boy would be nice. A girl too, I guess,
once she’s not like her.” He subtly tried pointing at Rosie, and Amelia
“No promises,” she told him.
“Yay!” Rosie squealed, unsure of what pregnant meant. All she knew was that it had to be something good,
because everyone looked happy.
“I’m going back to sleep,” Ryan announced, already bored
with their behaviour, “A little less singing, please.” He took Rosie’s hand and
led her back upstairs to her bedroom.
Once the two children left the room, Amelia snaked her hands
around Owen’s neck and kissed him. As she undid the buttons on his shirt one by
one, she whispered, “Celebration time.”
“Right here?” he sought to confirm, shrugging his dress shirt
off, “What about…”
“They’re upstairs and sleepy,” she dismissed, letting him
pull her black jersey over her head, “They won’t hear us once you don’t moan.”
“You say that like it’s easy,” he said, lifting her onto the
kitchen island before tugging her pants off of her.
“Where’s the fun in playing safe?” she taunted him, wrapping
her legs around his waist and pulling him close. Her fingers laced in his hair
and tugged on it as she waited for his response.
“I like the sound of that,” he hummed, unbuttoning his