“Yes, of course. I’m… hopeful. I just want to wait to see what the blood test says before I react.”

“That makes sense.” Moira smiled kindly. “Let me grab a tech so we can get that blood drawn. Just a moment.”

She got to her feet and left Dan and Leah alone in her office. They turned to each other.

“How are you feeling?” Leah asked.

“I’m cautiously optimistic.” Dan glanced at her, and they both grinned at his formal phrasing. “I mean, if you really are pregnant… wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Wouldn’t that be wonderful. Of course it would. Leah wanted to be pregnant so much, even if this was going faster than she’d expected. But this all seemed a little too good to be true. She rested one hand on her stomach. She didn’t feel any different. Yet, that quiet part of her was still sure, completely sure, that she was pregnant.

“It would be.” Leah took a deep breath. “But let’s just pretend like everything is normal until the test results come in.”

As if on cue, a young man in scrubs knocked on the frame of the slightly open door.

“Come in,” Dan said.

“Hey. I’m Larry, and I’ll be drawing some blood today. Do you have any issue with needles?”

Leah made a face. “They aren’t my favorite, but I’ll be okay. Where should I sit?”

“Over here.” Sure enough, there was a phlebotomy chair in the corner. Leah got up and changed her seat. Larry swung the arm closed.

“Which is your dominant hand?”

“Right.”

“Okay.” He moved to her right side and swabbed an area in her inner elbow. Then he turned away to prepare the needle and vials. Leah caught Dan’s gaze and they looked at each other for a long moment. This felt like something huge. “Here we go. Ready?”

Leah nodded, and Larry carefully inserted the needle into one of her veins. She winced, then winced again when he withdrew the needle.

“Sorry, I didn’t find the vein on the first try. Hold on.”

Leah was good with discomfort, but she didn’t love the idea of Larry rooting around her arm with a sharp needle looking for blood. Dan must have sensed her unease, because he was by her side in an instant. He took her free hand in his.

“Hey.”

Leah turned away from the needle and met his gaze. Those gray-blue eyes drew her in, as always, and Leah found herself distracted from the blood draw already. “Hey.”

“So, have you thought about names?”

“Names?”

“Baby names. You know, just in case this turns out to be positive.”

Leah chuckled. “I mean, sure. I’ve had a list of potential names since I was a little girl.”

“Let’s hear them.”

“Well, for a boy, I always liked Thomas or Patrick. For a girl, maybe Elizabeth or Lily. Or Kaitlyn.”

“It sounds like you prefer old-fashioned names.”

“Well, some names are classic for a reason. Do you have any thoughts on names?”

“Hmm. I’ve never really thought about it. But I suppose I like the classics, too. And I like Miles for a boy.”

“Miles.” Leah smiled. “That’s nice. How about Lydia?”