My hands felt cold and clammy as my heart raced about inside my chest. I tried to sit still, but my foot continued to tap against the floor. Killian sat beside me, his eyes full of concern as he asked me softly, “You okay?”
I nodded, then shook my head.
“A little nervous,” I admitted.
The memory of my last doctor’s visit was still clear in my mind. They’d told me I could find out if my baby was a boy or a girl then, but it’d turned out that the baby wasn’t at an angle where they could easily see, so they said they would try again at my next visit.
Now, almost six months along, that moment was finally here. I was a whirlwind of excitement and fear.
Killian’s hand suddenly landed on my shoulder, his grip gentle but firm.
“We’re up,” he said.
Relief and panic surged through me at his words. He stood and offered his hand to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me to my feet. Together, we walked into the doctor’s office.