“Everything looks good,” Doctor Justin Willis said, making notations in the chart. “Your due date is July fifth.”
Harmony’s heart swelled with joy/ excitement. Their baby was due on Steve’s sobriety birthday. What a gift from God!
“The next appointment, we’ll be able to do an ultrasound, and we might be able to tell the baby’s sex.” Dr. Willis slipped his glasses off of his face and smiled at her. “If you want to know, of course. If not, I’m really good at keeping secrets.”
Harmony looked at Steve, who stood off to the side, leaning against the exam room counter. He didn’t give an indication either way. “I think we’ll probably want to know,” she said, running a hand over her still mostly flat stomach, “if just to know what color to paint the nursery.”
The doctor nodded and left the roo
