Sarah
Vincent and I are walking inside the clinic. His fingers are gently entwined with mine, and I can't help but feel the warmth radiating from him.
He kept his promise to me, and now attending my first doctor's appointment.
"Can you believe we're going to be parents?" I say, my voice filled with excitement.
Vincent doesn't smile. But his hand tightens around mine. "I blame it all on myself. For my lack of using protection during sex."
I roll my eyes. Of course, he can't just be appropriately excited. Always have to act all moody.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sterling?" called the nurse, ushering us into the examination room. As we settle into our seats, the anticipation seems to hum through the air like electricity. The doctor, a kind middle-aged woman with a warm smile, enters the room carrying
