She didn’t even want to know what they were thinking right now, so they lay on the bed and browsed the internet for articles on pregnancy and baby care, kissing every so often while they waited for the doctor to arrive.
Rhys’ face was scrunched up a little as he watched a video on YouTube on changing diapers, his fingers fidgeting with her hair, when there was a light tap on the door. “Rhys, Serena, doc’s here.” Milo’s concerned voice drifted through the door, a far cry from his usually boisterous, confident tone.
There was a low murmuring beyond the door before it swung open and a tall, statuesque woman, hair greying at the roots strode in and shut it behind her with a click. Rhys and Serena both stood to meet her as she peered over the rims of her square-framed glasses.
“Mr. Grant, Mi
