But tomorrow, we have to get in the air. The sooner we go, the safer. And letting them spend one last evening together also gives me time to figure things out.
There’s a lot I’m not telling Amara, and don’t plan to until we are back in NYC. Things aren’t going to be exactly the way she thinks. But if she knew the truth, she’d never get on the plane.
And as long as she is carrying my child, she needs to get on the plane.
14
AMARA
The ultrasound tech smiles as the wand slides over my belly. “It’s a boy.”
“See?” I say to Ransome, pointing at the screen. “I told you.”
“So sue me for wanting to see it for myself.”
“Well, it’s right there. Outdoor plumbing. Can’t miss it.”
The tech giggles at my sarcasm, but Ransome’s attention is still locked on the screen.
“Is he strong?” He cocks his head a little. “He looks strong.”
“Your son is very strong,” the tech says. “This little lady has done an amazing job taking care of herself. You two are going to make great parents.”
She presses a button and it spits out two photos, which she hands to Ransome and me. Then she cleans me up and turns the lights back on.
“So everything looks good?” I ask.
“Everything looks marvelous, Amara. You’ll be looking at a healthy, seven to eight-pound baby.”
“Seven to eight pounds?” I ask with wide eyes.
“Is that good?” Ransome asks.
“It’s big,” I say, a little terrified, but the tech only grins.
“It’s the perfect size and you will do great. I have a feeling you are just as strong as the little guy inside of you.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You are.” Ransome’s conviction surprises me. “You’re going to do great.”
He keeps a straight face, but by now, I can read him well enough to see a hint of a smile in there somewhere. A hint of warmth.
I ogle over the black and white photo of the baby. He’s gotten so big. I still can’t believe I’m making a little human all by myself.
No. Not all by myself.
With Ransome.
“There’s just one thing I would advise,” the tech says.
“Why?” Ransome is immediately on high alert. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m slightly concerned about your blood pressure, Amara.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that,” I mumble. “So what do I need to do? More exercise? Eat better?”
“Both of those things are advised, of course. But honestly, just reducing stress. Your due date is fast approaching. It’s time tostart taking it easy, making sure your environment is warm and calm. Nesting is a great way to help with that. Have you made your nursery yet?”
