Page 250 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Scans.
The reality of it all sitting heavier now than it did even a few days ago.
“Alright,” she murmurs, adjusting slightly. “Let’s just get a better angle here.”
The screen flickers. Shifts.
And then, a small shape.
Movement. A heartbeat. My breath catches as it hits somewhere deep enough that my chest tightens.
“That’s your baby,” she says gently.
And I feel it then. That emotion that’s been sitting just under the surface for days now finally rising, pressing at the back of my throat, my eyes stinging slightly as I stare at the screen.
My baby.
Our baby.
I don’t even realize one of them has taken my hand until my fingers are already wrapped around theirs.
Warm.
Grounding.
Real.
“Everything looks perfect,” the technician continues. “Heartbeat is strong, growth is right on track.”
Perfect.
The word settles into me slowly.
Carefully.
Like something I don’t quite trust yet, but want to.
I want to believe. She finishes up a few moments later, wiping away the gel, helping me sit up before stepping back.
“The doctor will come in and go over everything with you,” she says with a small smile before leaving us alone. I exhale slowly, my hand drifting instinctively to my stomach.
It still doesn’t feel real. But it’s getting closer. Every day. Every moment. A soft knock sounds before the doctor steps in, tablet in hand, expression warm.
“Everything looks really good,” she says, glancing between us. “Healthy pregnancy so far, no concerns at all.”
Relief settles deeper this time. More solid. More grounded. She steps closer, leaning lightly against the counter.
“How have you been feeling?”
I hesitate slightly.
“Good,” I say. “Better than I expected.”
She nods.
“How’s your nausea been? Any sickness?”
“On and off,” I admit. “But manageable. Nothing too intense.”
