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Fredag // 8. september // 15:00
Isak meets Nina on the OB/GYN floor of the hospital five minutes before their appointment.
“You’re early,” Nina says in greeting, standing up and kissing Isak.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Isak teases, wrapping his arms around her.
“You couldn’t change?” Nina says, referring to Isak’s scrubs.
“No time,” Isak replies, straightening his shirt.
“But you had time for coffee?” Nina says, gesturing to the cup in Isak’s hand.
Isak is about to give an excuse when he notices Nina narrowing her eyes and looking more closely at the cup.
“What’s this?” Nina asks, pointing and Isak turns the cup to look.
Isak can’t believe he didn’t see it before, but he was in such a hurry not to miss this appointment that he didn’t notice the writing on the cup, more specifically, a phone number with call me xx -Even written underneath.
Isak tries really hard not to let his shock show on his face, as he scrambles to come up with some sort of excuse.
“Wow, um,” Isak starts, schooling his face into one of innocent surprise instead of panic. “You know, I thought this tasted funny. I must have gotten Sasha’s coffee. She’s another one of the interns and was there in front of me. She’s constantly flirting with the barista and I guess it’s finally paid off.”
“Huh,” Nina says, “You’ll have to let her know she’s got an admirer.”
Isak nods, relieved that Nina seems to have bought it. It’s also in that moment that the nurse comes out and calls their name.
Isak offers Nina his free hand and she takes it. They follow the nurse back to their room and Nina settles herself on the table, Isak at her side.
The nurse runs through the initial questions, making sure everything is set for Dr. Hansen. when she’s finished, she thanks them and tells them Dr. Hansen will be in shortly.
Nina rests her head against Isak’s chest as they wait in comfortable silence. Isak mindlessly plays with Nina’s soft hair, trying to ignore the way the cup in his hand burns him with guilt.
Dr. Hansen comes in after a firm knock, greeting them with a warm smile. He shakes Isak’s hand and rests a hand on Nina’s shoulder in greeting before sitting down on his rolling stool.
“Now, I understand that you two are trying for a baby,” Dr. Hansen says. “That’s wonderful.”
“It is,” Nina says, looking to Isak with a smile. “It would be a bit more exciting if we were actually having some success.”
Nina laughs lightly and Isak fidgets, trying not to look too uncomfortable.
“How long have you been trying?” Dr. Hansen asks, putting on his glasses and opening Nina’s file on his lap.
“Um,” Nina looks to Isak. “I stopped taking my birth control about four months ago? We stopped using condoms after we got married and to be honest, I was never super consistent with taking my birth control, so we’ve been open to the chance, but we more recently decided to actively try.”
Isak nods to her encouragingly, taking her hand and squeezing it. What she says is all true - though Isak always thought they would not have really been ready to welcome a child when he was still in school. He just told himself if it was meant to happen, it would.
Now he just doesn’t really know what to think.
“Have either of you had a fertility test before?” Dr. Hansen asks. “There’s nothing on file.”
“We have not,” Nina says. “That’s pretty much why we scheduled this appointment. We were hoping you’d be able to help us with that.”
“I definitely can. I’ll just need some samples and then we’ll send them off to the lab. Are you both okay with that?” Dr. Hansen says, looking between them both.
Isak and Nina share a look and nod.
“Perfect!” Dr. Hansen says. “Let’s get started on that, then.”
A few minutes later, Isak is in a room filled with dirty magazines and a small screen which he turns on and finds, yep, porn. Honestly, just the knowledge that many men have come in here (quite literally) before him to make their donation does not help the situation go any faster.
Isak closes his eyes and undoes his pants, resorting to his own spank bank material to help him through. It goes relatively quick after that, and once Isak’s filled his small cup, he does up his flies and exits the room.
Just as Isak is about to throw away his coffee cup after draining the dregs, he stops himself and takes out his phone. Isak quickly stores the number scrawled there before he can stop himself, knowing he can delete it later.
Isak tosses the cup in the garbage and drops off his cup with the nurse before rejoining his wife, knowing he should feel lighter now that they’re going to get some answers, but he actually just feels one hundred times more weighted down.