Chapter 15It was Monday 15th February – the day of the twelve-week scan. John was up before the alarm, his heart already beating faster at the thought of seeing his baby. He was fascinated to see how it had developed. But Angie didn't seem bothered. As he put on his dressing gown, he wondered about waking her, but as it was only six-thirty he let her be.
After eating his breakfast, he brought her a cup of tea and shook her gently by the arm.
'Angie, time to get up. We have to get to the hospital by nine-thirty.'
'Oh,' she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and yawning, 'what time is it?'
'Just after seven,' he told her, putting her tea on the small chest of drawers by the bed.
She sat up. 'All right, I'm coming,' she said. 'Another waste of time.'
'No, it isn't,' he said. 'Don't you want to s
