“There’s the subchorionic hematoma,” Dr. Slosher says, drawing my attention back to the monitor.
Dr. Slosher explains what it is.
“That’s what the blog said,” Travis says, surprising me. He holds up his phone. “Did some research. It’s not serious, is it?”
Travis thankfully asks because the lump in my throat prevents me from speaking.
My doctor shakes her head. “It’s small. You haven’t had any pain, have you, Alyssia?”
“A little cramping last night but that was it. Not before or since.”
“And she was working on her feet all night,” Travis adds.
I glare at him. He returns the expression.
“That might be why. But it’s small and doesn’t look like a cause for concern. So far, everything looks great. The heartbeat is strong and steady, just what we like to see. All ten fingers and toes look to be forming properly.”
“No sixth toe?” Travis adds.
I gasp. “Are you serious right now?”
He tilts his head to the side, and I have smother my grin. “I just want to be certain we don’t need to find a doctor for the surgery you had.”
“Your records never indicated that you had any major surgeries,” Dr. Slosher says, confused.
Travis’ lips twitch.
‘Asshole,’ I mouth to him before turning back to my doctor.
“It’s too soon for hair to grow in, right? I hear that can cause heartburn,” Travis asks the doctor.
He’s asking questions I hadn’t even begun to think about. I wonder where he got the time to even consider all of them.
“Another couple of weeks for the hair to start growing.”
“I think that’s an old wives’ tale,” I tell Travis. “The hair and heartburn thing.”
He nods, his face looking serious as he stares at the monitor. “My mom had terrible heartburn during her pregnancy. But I mean, there were three of us, so that might’ve had something to do with it.”
“Three?” Dr. Slosher and I ask in unison.
Travis’ gaze drops to me. “I’m a triplet.”
I sputter. “Wh-What?”
“Multiples actually run in my family. I have two sets of twin cousins, and my dad was a twin.”
He says it so casually.
“Make sure there’s only one in there,” I tell Dr. Slosher.
She smiles, moving the wand over my lower belly. “There’s only one.”
“Bummer,” Travis says.
“Are you crazy?”
He grins. “A little.” To my surprise, he lowers and kisses my forehead.
