I smiled at him, but then my cheeks burned as I realized he stared at my exposed stomach.
"It’s adorable," he whispered.
The tech stared at him with a puzzled look on her face. "You didn’t attend her first ultrasound?" she asked, as she looked over my chart. She was probably searching for my marital status.
"No, I was at school."
Not that it's any of her business.
"What school did you go to?" she asked, and her smile suddenly seemed to get brighter.
"Yale."
"Wow!" she said. "You must be really smart."
"He is," I said. "I hope the baby has his brains." I looked at her innocently, but I was letting this twit know in no uncertain terms he was the father of my child.
"Can we get started?" Alex asked.
"Anxious, Mr. Andrews, is it?" she asked, as she spread the sticky gel over my bump. At least it was heated.
Now she's fishing for his relationship status!
"Actually, it’s Alex Jordan, and yes, I really want to see my baby on that monitor." He winked at me, and I let out a soft giggle. I didn’t realize how much I missed laughing.
"Jordan? As in Dr. Jack Jordan?" She quickly switched on the monitor and placed the paddle on my stomach.
"He’s my father," he said. "And I’m sure, as the Chief of Staff, he’d love to hear what a great job this department is doing. He may pop in to see how we’re progressing."
She ignored his last comment and took the measurements of the baby. She probably realized she needed to be doing her job if the Chief of Staff walked in.
Alex grinned and stared at the monitor. His eyes were full of joy, and, for the first time since he’d come home, he seemed genuinely happy.
"Do you see the little heart bopping up and down?" I asked. "That’s my favorite part."
He nodded, and I knew he was feeling exactly the same way I felt at my first ultrasound. The experience was beyond anything I could have imagined. There was a life in there. One we created together.
"You’re right on target for a February fourteenth baby," the tech said. "But that’s just an estimate since babies come when they want."
"It’s remarkable," he whispered.
Alex asked as more questions than I had my first time; he apparently wanted to know as much as I did about our little miracle. I was glad he was there, because he asked things I wouldn’t have thought of asking.
He counted the fingers and the toes, got a good look at all the organs, and checked that the spine was intact.
"You know an awful lot about the anatomy of a fetus," the tech said. "Are you a doctor?"
"Practically." I spoke for the first time in a while. "I told you he was really smart."
"Do you want to know the sex?" she asked. "Although I have a feeling Mr. Jordan already knows."
"I have a strong feeling about it, but I’d rather have you confirm it for us." He smiled.
"I want to know!" I squeaked. "I can hardly tell what I’m looking at."
"You and Alex are having a baby girl." She smiled, and she didn't seem so interested in my man anymore.
"A girl?" My eyes widened. "A little girl?" I stared at the monitor, trying to confirm for myself.
