Isabella's day at the doctors practice had been long and hard. She felt as if she had gone through the wringer given all the different things they had done to her. None of them were really invasive just time consuming and they had to take measures to not harm the baby before everything was said and done.
The doctor had send her home with no information at all and the promise to call her as soon as he had all the results of the different procedures.
Isabella felt like she wanted to take a rocket to space. The procedures the astronauts went through must have been just as nerve wracking and time consuming as this bullshit. She just had wanted to talk to the doctor and for him to give it to her straight if she could have another baby or not.
But the man and his colleagues seemed to have ignored the fact she was a woman of childbearing age who maybe wanted more than one child. During all those long months of her recovery not once anyone (Isabella and Jonathan included) had thought about babies. She had Noemi and that was that it seemed.
When she came home she was exhausted but she still made her way into the kitchen and cooked for her little family. It would only be a simple meal of spaghetti, but it was one of the family's favourites.
Little Noemi slammed into her legs when she realised her mother was back and chattered animatedly about her day she had spent on the beach with her daddy.
Isabella gently carded her fingers through Noemi's hair while listening attentively.
Jonathan smiled sheepishly and rescued her while also kissing his wife in greeting. With an eyebrow waggle, he asked her if she knew something new but Isabella could only shrug and mouthed ›They'll call‹. Jonathan nodded and put Noemi on his hip.
»Well little miss … we will go take a bath to rid you from all the sand before dinner«, he told his daughter with a smile.
Noemi giggled happily and even Isabelle found herself smiling. Seeing Noemi happy was what she needed right now. The rest could and would have to wait.