♥ Amy ♥
The jelly felt cold on my stomach, even though the room was warm.
“Sorry,” Dr Patel said with a small smile. “It will warm up in a second,” I nodded and stared at the ceiling while she moved the wand over my skin. Caleb sat in the chair next to the bed, close enough that his knee touched the side of it. His hand held mine, fingers wrapped tight.
Eighteen weeks.
I tried not to think about the last time I had been on a bed like this, in a room like this. I focused on the present instead. This baby. This day. The steady swoosh-swoosh sound that filled the air.
“There it is,” she said softly. “Baby is right where I want them to be,” I turned my head to the screen. The blur of black and white had started to make sense over the past appointments. I could see the curve of a head, the
