Justin’s POV
I had always wondered about something when I watched things about pregnant ladies who were surrounded by a nervous partner in movies or television. The expecting lady would be at the doctor or the hospital, and fluttering around behind her or beside her, wringing his hands and looking helpless, was some poor sap who I thought must be a complete wimp.
After all, what sort of man couldn’t handle someone else being pregnant? It wasn’t like anything was wrong with him.
Yet here I sat in the doctor’s office with Helen, doing just that. She wore her little gown tied behind her back with a sheet across her lap, waiting for Dr. Peterson to join us. We’d been shown in by the nurse. Helen had been weighed and had her vitals taken, and now we just sat.
And like those dudes in the
