The morning sun streamed through the clinic window, casting warm light over the room. Meghan sat on the examination table, her hands folded nervously in her lap. Brett stood beside her, hand gripping hers tightly, offering silent strength and support.
“You’ll be fine,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “No matter what, we’re in this together.”
Meghan smiled, squeezing his hand. “I know. I just… I need to hear it. I need to know.”
The doctor entered, cheerful and calm, holding the ultrasound wand. “Ready to meet your little ones?” she asked.
Meghan swallowed, nodding. Brett wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “Two of them,” he muttered under his breath. “I think I’m going to explode with happiness.”
The doctor applied the gel and moved the wand acros
