Per Dr. Johnson's instructions, I positioned myself on the examination table situated beside a machine that I could only safely assume was used for getting an ultrasound. I looked out through the glass that separated the doctor's office from the room I was in and saw Alexander and Dr. Johnson having quite a serious conversation. Suddenly feeling nervous, I brought up my hands to feel my growing abdomen on my palms.
A few moments later, they finally entered the room and the doctor put his professional smile back on, most likely sensing my discomfort at the situation. Alexander moved to stand beside me, squeezing my hand as Dr. Johnson began prepping the machine.
"Just relax," he said to me, the corners of his lips tugging up into an affectionate smile despite mirroring the same anxiety in
