Emma’s POV
Waiting for our turn felt like forever.
When we finally got called and stood up to go in, Dr. Patel greeted us with her warm smile.
“Ready to see your little one?” she asked.
I nodded, words stuck in my throat. Richard squeezed my hand.
In the dim ultrasound room, I lay back on the table, lifted my shirt, and felt the cool gel spread across my belly. The wand pressed gently, and the screen flickered to life.
At first, it was just shadows—gray and black swirls. Then Dr. Patel adjusted, and there it was. Our baby.
A tiny, curled form—head, spine, limbs like little buds. The heartbeat filled the room—a rhythmic whoosh-whoosh-whoosh that echoed in my chest like music.
I gasped, hot tears springing instantly.
Richard’s breath caught beside me. His hand tightened on mine u
