#Chapter 92: Expecting Parents

Ella The ultrasound appointment card was sitting on the breakfast table when Alexander walked into the kitchen three weeks later. I’d set it down for two seconds while I grabbed my coffee, and he had spotted it immediately. “What’s this?” He picked up the small white card and inspected it. “My first ultrasound. It’s today.” I reached for the card, but he held it just out of my reach. “Can I have that back?” “Were you planning to go alone?” I shrugged. “It’s just a routine checkup. Nothing exciting. We won’t know the gender for another couple of months.” Alexander’s eyebrows shot up. “Ella, this is our baby’s first ultrasound. Of course I’m coming with you.” “You don’t have to—” “I want to.” He set the card back down on the table and fixed me with that familiar look of his that said the discussion was over. “I’ll clear my schedule.” Despite myself, my chest warmed pleasantly at his insistence. I’d gotten so used to doing things on my