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1.7. Gender
Chase had done countless ultrasounds during his career as a doctor, looking for any and all sorts of different things in a range of different bodily cavities. Of course, the most regular sort was to check for pregnancy or monitor the development of a foetus. For obvious reasons, though, he’d never really had a particularly personal connection to them. He’d always just been the treating physician. He’d never had one himself and never been present when a friend or family member had one.
Until now, that is. Now, as he sat beside the exam table that Rogue was lying on, holding her hand and watching the OB/GYN fiddle with all the buttons and switches on the sonographic scanner. He wasn’t used to being on the other side of the fence and kept jumping in to tell the woman what to do. Thankfully she was polite and understanding, though Chase realised when she added that she had an MD too, he’d stepped over the mark of ‘nervous father-to-be’ into ‘know-it-all pain in the arse’ and reluctantly sat back with his mouth clamped shut. Rogue was nervous, but she still managed to laugh at him and tell him to keep his stethoscope in his pants this time. None of this was easy, though. Part of him was even scared to see that image on the screen. Up until now, it had all seemed sort of surreal and maybe not quite true. He knew Rogue was pregnant, but it still felt strange at times. Finally seeing the baby on the screen was going to be something he just knew he couldn’t ever truly anticipate.
And then it was there. That sweet little outline of a tiny head and body that was inside Rogue and definitely didn’t get there by a stork. Yes, it was mostly a blob on the screen, but it was their blob and although he was a doctor, there were suddenly no scientific factors or medical terminology surrounding the image – it was just their baby. What was to be their firstborn. They made this little person together, and in five months time it wasn’t going to be a blob on the screen anymore… it was going to be wrapped up in a fluffy pink or blue blanket, breathing and crying and completely reliant on them for everything.
Rogue was crying beside him, but Chase was too awed to do much more than stare at the screen with his mouth hanging open. He may have reached up once or twice to brush his thumb across the monitor to make sure some of the marks weren’t fingerprints and that everything was where it was supposed to be, but he seemed to have lost the medical capacity to rationalise that the image was just an image. He wanted to hug the monitor and then bounce up and down whilst running through the halls of PPTH that he was going to be a daddy. He settled for just bursting out into the corridor, grabbing the first person he recognised – an ICU nurse - and dragging her into the ultrasound suite to show her the picture with a huge grin on his face.
As the nurse he’d accosted soon made her discreet exit with a smile and offers of congratulations, the doctor finally asked them if they wanted to know the sex. They’d discussed this extensively and both nodded eagerly at the question. Chase could see she’d been holding the wand to Rogue’s stomach in a way that the sex couldn’t be determined immediately. Chase would’ve read it as soon as he saw it, so the discretion was there in case the newlyweds didn’t want to know.
But they did, and with a few pointed movements over the swelling of Rogue’s stomach, the doctor hit a few buttons to freeze the frame and zoomed it in a little. She smiled and pointed. “Congratulations, it’s a baby girl!”
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Chase had done countless ultrasounds during his career as a doctor, looking for any and all sorts of different things in a range of different bodily cavities. Of course, the most regular sort was to check for pregnancy or monitor the development of a foetus. For obvious reasons, though, he’d never really had a particularly personal connection to them. He’d always just been the treating physician. He’d never had one himself and never been present when a friend or family member had one.
Until now, that is. Now, as he sat beside the exam table that Rogue was lying on, holding her hand and watching the OB/GYN fiddle with all the buttons and switches on the sonographic scanner. He wasn’t used to being on the other side of the fence and kept jumping in to tell the woman what to do. Thankfully she was polite and understanding, though Chase realised when she added that she had an MD too, he’d stepped over the mark of ‘nervous father-to-be’ into ‘know-it-all pain in the arse’ and reluctantly sat back with his mouth clamped shut. Rogue was nervous, but she still managed to laugh at him and tell him to keep his stethoscope in his pants this time. None of this was easy, though. Part of him was even scared to see that image on the screen. Up until now, it had all seemed sort of surreal and maybe not quite true. He knew Rogue was pregnant, but it still felt strange at times. Finally seeing the baby on the screen was going to be something he just knew he couldn’t ever truly anticipate.
And then it was there. That sweet little outline of a tiny head and body that was inside Rogue and definitely didn’t get there by a stork. Yes, it was mostly a blob on the screen, but it was their blob and although he was a doctor, there were suddenly no scientific factors or medical terminology surrounding the image – it was just their baby. What was to be their firstborn. They made this little person together, and in five months time it wasn’t going to be a blob on the screen anymore… it was going to be wrapped up in a fluffy pink or blue blanket, breathing and crying and completely reliant on them for everything.
Rogue was crying beside him, but Chase was too awed to do much more than stare at the screen with his mouth hanging open. He may have reached up once or twice to brush his thumb across the monitor to make sure some of the marks weren’t fingerprints and that everything was where it was supposed to be, but he seemed to have lost the medical capacity to rationalise that the image was just an image. He wanted to hug the monitor and then bounce up and down whilst running through the halls of PPTH that he was going to be a daddy. He settled for just bursting out into the corridor, grabbing the first person he recognised – an ICU nurse - and dragging her into the ultrasound suite to show her the picture with a huge grin on his face.
As the nurse he’d accosted soon made her discreet exit with a smile and offers of congratulations, the doctor finally asked them if they wanted to know the sex. They’d discussed this extensively and both nodded eagerly at the question. Chase could see she’d been holding the wand to Rogue’s stomach in a way that the sex couldn’t be determined immediately. Chase would’ve read it as soon as he saw it, so the discretion was there in case the newlyweds didn’t want to know.
But they did, and with a few pointed movements over the swelling of Rogue’s stomach, the doctor hit a few buttons to freeze the frame and zoomed it in a little. She smiled and pointed. “Congratulations, it’s a baby girl!”
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