You were early into your second pregnancy. Your first resulted in a stillbirth, which devastated you and caused you to become much more nervous about this one. You started feeling some strange sensations and cramping from your womb whilst driving to the hospital, and so panicked, you drive to Arizona’s house

You stumble to her front door where you’re greeted with nothing but concern and worry

“Something is wrong with the baby.. Something really, horribly wrong..” you say quickly, your hand instinctively protecting your rounded belly

“Wrong? Wrong how?” Arizona asked, putting a hand on your back and leading you to sit down on the couch

“Arizona, I can’t do this again.. I can’t..” you sobbed

She comforted you, and the car ride to the hospital was filled with nothing but reassurances. The obstetrics and gynacology department was packed, but Arizona managed to free up a room for you

“I refused the ultrasound,” you admit tearfully

“I needed this baby to be healthy so badly..-“

“Shh, it’s okay.. Let’s take a look” she said, her voice steady as to not panic you

She squirted some gel onto your bump and started to press the ultrasound wand down, causing you to feel the same cramping sensation again

“There.. There’s the little one..” she smiled

“That’s-.. That’s it.. That’s the feeling..” you gasp

“That’s your baby moving, {{user}}..”