You'll learn your lesson, but first you'll fall..

As she sat at her desk, typing away, Marie heard the phone ring.
'Good morning, Dr Efron's practice.' she said professionally.
'Hi, do you have any appointments for today?' a gentle, slightly high pitched voice said.
'How does 3.30 sound? Lucky for you, Dr Efron had a cancellation.'
'That would be perfect.' the girl said politely.
'Can I take your name please?' Marie said.
'It's Eleanor Sanders.'

'Of 4236 Laguna Drive? I have you down as Williams, but anyway; thank you, Ms Sanders.'
'It's Mrs..sorry, I should have informed you sooner.'
'Sorry, Mrs. Sanders. It's fine. See you at 3.30pm.'
Marie could faintly remember Eleanor. She hadn't seen her come in in a long time. She remembered Eleanor as petite, with blonde hair. She thought Eleanor was beautiful, and was always so polite, even when she was riddled with illness. It would be interesting to see what married life had done to her, Marie thought to herself.
A few hours later, Marie had her head buried in a pile of books, as she was trying to find the medical card number of a patient, when she heard a familiar voice.

'I'm here for the 3.30 appointment?' Marie looked up to see Eleanor standing in front of her.
'Wonderful. Can I have your medical card, please?' Marie smiled, and Eleanor reached into her bag, before handing Marie her medical card with her left hand, where Marie noticed the expensive looking rock on her finger. 'If you'd like to take a seat, Dr Efron will be with you shortly.' Eleanor nodded, before taking her medical card back and sitting down. Marie studied Eleanor. She looked the same, really, except she now had a rock which looked more valuable than her own house and belongings on her finger, and she looked happier than she used to. Oh, to be young and in love, Marie thought to herself.


ELEANOR'S POV

'Eleanor Sanders?' the receptionist said, and I stood up. As I stood up, I felt everything spinning. Why did I feel this shit? I followed the receptionist down a corridor to a door, where it said 'Dr Efron'. She opened the door for me, and I walked in.
Dr Efron sat behind his desk, looking clean cut as ever. He really didn't age.
'Ms Williams - or should I say, Mrs Sanders. Belated congratulations.' Dr Efron held out his hand, and I shook it. 'I hear great things of you in the media.' He winked.
'Thank you, Dr Efron. Oh, I'm sure.' I smiled. He gestured for me to sit down, and sat down himself.
'Now, what's the problem?' he said, leaning back in his chair.
'Well, ever since the wedding, I've been experiencing nausea, dizziness and vomiting, and I generally feel really down in myself. Also, I've been urinating a lot more than usual. I just don't know what's wrong.' I could feel my eyes welling up. 'It's so frustrating. I thought married life was happy and fulfilling.' I dabbed my eyes. Dr Efron handed me a tissue.
'Hmm. Are you having issues with Mr Sanders?'
'None at all, he's just worried that I'm so unwell..' I sniffled.

'Well, shall we have a look at you, then?' Dr Efron smiled. I nodded, and stood up.
Dr Efron listened to my heart and my lungs, then shined a light in my eyes, before feeling my glands.
'I can't seem to find anything. Maybe we should take a urine sample, just to see what's going on there?' He asked. I nodded, and he gave me a sample bottle. I went out to the bathroom, and did the sample, before bringing it back into him.
'Thank you.' he said, as he took the bottle and brought it over to the sink. I couldn't see what he was doing, but assumed he was just testing for an infection, maybe.
Minutes later, he turned around.

'Mrs Sanders, I've found the problem.' Dr Efron said cautiously.
'What is it?' I asked eagerly.
'You're pregnant.' He said confidently.

I felt my stomach do a somersault.
'What?' I whispered. Dr Efron handed me the little white piece of plastic, which had two pink lines in the middle of it.
'Oh, my God. Oh, my God.' I said, my hand coming to my mouth, as I began to cry. Oh, my God, I was pregnant! Again.. but I was pregnant!
'How far am I gone?' I sniffled to Dr Efron.
'How about we do an ultrasound now, and find out?'

I got up on the bed, and lay back. Dr Efron pulled up my top to where my bra was. He then got some of the gel used for the ultrasound, and applied it on to my stomach. It was cold and slimy, ew. He then took the scanning device in his hand, and put it down on my stomach, and began moving it around, while looking at a screen which was just beside him.
'From what I can make out... you're about 6 weeks gone.' Dr Efron muttered, before taking the scanning device off my belly, putting it to one side, and then cleaning the gel off my stomach.
6 weeks.. I counted back. 6 weeks ago was my wedding. Of course! How could I have let that slip my mind, that Matt and I had had unprotected sex that night.. I was pretty drunk, though..

Notes

1st chapter :3
I miss I make you wanna scream already :c but hopefully this will turn out just as successful!
thoughts?