Thomas became protective.
He wouldn’t let me carry heavy bags.
He checked every appointment twice.
He even started reading pregnancy books.
One night I caught him sitting on the couch with a book upside down.
I laughed.
“Thomas.”
“What?”
“It’s upside down.”
He looked at it.
“Oh.”
We both laughed.
Those little moments became precious.
But beneath the happiness was a fear neither of us talked about enough.
I was afraid of losing the baby.
And Thomas was afraid of losing me.
Then came the appointment that changed everything.
Page 5 — The Ultrasound
It was supposed to be completely routine.
Thomas sat beside me.
The room was dim.
The ultrasound machine hummed quietly.
The technician moved the probe across my stomach.
“There he is.”
I smiled.
“Is he okay?”
“He looks good.”
Thomas leaned forward.
“Can you see his face?”
“Not very clearly yet.”
The technician pointed at the screen.
“There’s his hand.”
