Graham's fingers sift through my hair above me as Dr. Floyd runs the device across my lower stomach. I keep my eyes on the screen beside him, my stomach tied in knots. I hope our baby is okay. I don't know what I would do if something were wrong or if I lost the baby.
"You should hear the baby's heartbeat any second." Dr. Floyd points to a spot on the screen where a little sac is, "There's the baby. Seems to be progressing well. You're about seven weeks along from what I can see."
I let out a breath of relief and feel tears prick my eyes. I look up at Graham and see a wide smile etched upon his beautiful features, his eyes alight with happiness. I feel a smile of my own form and I turn my eyes back to the monitor.
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When Dr. Floyd is finished, he and the nurse exit my room, leavin
