♥ Caleb ♥
The drive to the doctor felt both too short and too long at the same time. My hands rested on the steering wheel, but my mind was already two steps ahead, in a small dark room with a screen and a sound I had never heard in real life before. Amy sat beside me with a folder on her lap. She had rechecked the appointment time three times before we left the house, and now she flipped the folder open again, scanning the printout as if the words might change.
“Nine weeks,” she said, more to herself than to me. “Nine weeks is still early. A lot can happen in nine weeks. What if something is wrong and nobody told us yet?” I glanced over for a second before I turned into the parking lot.
“Or,” I said gently. “What if everything is fine, and we get to hear our baby today?” her lips twit
