Bianca
“How far along are you?” Dr. Alfred asked as he washed his hands in a small sink.
“About five and a half months,” I replied from the examination table where I was reclined. “Give or take.”
He nodded and dried his hands on a paper towel. “And have you had any prenatal care so far?”
I thought about the palace doctors back at the Thorne kingdom, who had performed my first ultrasound but not much beyond occasional check-ups and instructions. By no fault of theirs, though; I had refused ultrasounds on a couple of occasions due to my schedule. “Not really,” I admitted. “I’ve been a bit busy.”
Dr. Alfred frowned at that. “Well, we should definitely do an ultrasound then. I want to make sure everything is developing properly, especially after the trauma of last night.”
