I coughed away my awkwardness. “I just meant we had twenty-two positive pregnancy tests.”
I definitely saw the doc try and hide a smile before she turned back to her computer. At least I was amusing someone.
She started typing up notes. “And how have you been feeling overall?”
“Um, okay. Really tired though.”
“And when was your last period?”
“I can’t remember, I think six or seven weeks ago maybe.”
Dr. Humphries stood up and moved over to Emerson, switching on the mini monitor by the bed. “Okay then, let’s have a look.”
She picked up a large tube of gel from a little tray and covered the bottom half of Emerson’s body before she opened her gown, exposing her belly. She winced as the gel hit her skin.
“Sorry, it’s a bit cold.”
Doctor Humphries took the ultrasound monitor and placed it on Emerson’s stomach, watching the screen as she did. Emerson’s hand squeezed mine as our faces were both glued to the monitor, not knowing what we were supposed to be expecting until a whoosh of white thumping noise filled the silence.
“Oh yes, there we go.” Dr. Humphries turned the screen so we could see it better. “And that’s your baby’s heartbeat.”
I couldn’t hold back the strangled choking sob which erupted, followed by hot tears which streamed down my face. Emerson turned to me, her face so filled with love, lifting her hand up to cup my cheek and I leaned into it.
“Our fucking baby, Luck.”
“I know.” Her smile turned into the biggest grin I’d ever seen in my life.
We looked back at the doc, only to see her eyes narrowed, staring at the screen, still moving the monitor over Emerson.
“Is something wrong?”
Dr. Humphries held her palm up, silencing me, while she continued to stare at the screen. I could feel my blood pressurerising, the euphoria I’d felt less than a minute ago crashing and burning. After a fucking lifetime she looked back at us.
“No, nothing is wrong.”
Jesus Christ. I’m not sure I liked this doctor and all her experience.
She looked at Emerson. “When did you say you had your last period?”
Emerson nervously bit her lip. “I can’t remember exactly.”
“That’s okay, I suspect you’re around eight weeks, but I want to have a better look.”
She picked up a weird stick thing and I watched wide eyed as she rolled a condom over it, then covered it in lube. She did it with such speed and precision I irrationally wondered if we should get her into the club and teach the new rookies how to wrap up their dicks.
When I blinked again, she’d wheeled her stool around and was now by Emerson’s open legs.
“Okay, open up a bit more, this will be cold.”
Emerson’s hand gripped mine harder than it had yet.
“Sweetheart, look at me. You okay? Does this hurt?”
She shook her head. “No, but it’s uncomfortable.”
“I’ll make it better later,” I mouthed to her, receiving a grin in return.
The doctor’s eyes stayed trained on the screen before she pulled back, throwing the rubber cover in the disposal. “You can close your legs now and sit up.”
