Chapter Thirty
Ward
Sitting in the doctor’s office, I rested my elbows on my knees and resisted the urge to twist my hands together. Damn. This was an entirely new experience for me. Glancing around the small examination room, I took in the space. There was a table, on which Susannah currently sat, with crinkly white paper on it and those foot stirrups that men only heard about.
Well, unless they were an expectant father and attending one of these appointments. Beyond the table, there was a counter behind it with a small sink, a giant bottle of disinfectant and boxes of what I imagined to be all kinds of medical odds and ends. The walls were covered with posters about what to expect at different stages of pregnancy. Aside from the chair I currently occupied, there was a stool on wheels
