Page 121 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Yes,” she said.

“Then we’ll try to see if we can get some cooperation,” Brooke said. “It might result in me pressing on your belly some to get the baby to move if need be.”

“Hope I don’t wet myself,” she said. “This is a horrible feeling.”

“I know,” Brooke said. “But it’s worth it. I’m going to have you lie down on the table and lift your shirt. You can tuck this towel around the waist of your pants.”

She did as instructed, Coy sitting in the chair next to her.

The warm gel was squirted on her belly and the wand started to move around.

“Look at our child,” Coy said.

She turned her head to see the soft smile on his face and his eyes a bit glossy. She’d been paying more attention to the screen than him.

“I see,” she said.

He reached for her hand and held it. “You’re twenty weeks?” Brooke asked.

“Yes,” she said. “What’s wrong?”

It was the frown on Brooke’s face that had her worried. “You’ve got a big baby here if you’re twenty weeks.”

“How big?” Coy asked.

“I’d say the baby is measuring closer to three weeks further along,” Brooke said. She was clicking on the wand and taking pictures and measurements. “A little over seven inches, when normally at twenty weeks it’s under six and a half inches. I’d say the weight is about one pound and one ounce, so about six ounces more than average.”

“I’m a big guy,” he said. “So are my brothers. Their kids were close to ten pounds.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” she said. “Oh my God.”

Brooke laughed. “That would account for this. How big were you?”

“I was twelve weeks premature, so it won’t count.”

“No,” Brooke said.

“How is the baby’s heart?” she asked. “Any issues?”

She turned to look at Coy. They hadn’t talked about this, but it was this fear in her mind that maybe their child could have the same issues she did, though she’d been told it wasn’t hereditary.

Brooke brought the wand over after a few more measurements and showed the heart. “Looks great. Beating strong and steady. I’ll grab a few pictures of all the organs, and oh. Your child wants you to know the sex. I’m going to grab that now with the wiggling going on.”

“Is that what I think it is?” Coy asked.

“It’s a boy,” Brooke said, taking more pictures.

Angel couldn’t think of anything else at that point. Her relief at knowing everything looked well was overshadowed by the sex of their child.

A boy. She’d been right.

Brooke printed off a few pictures for them to take with them and then Angel went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, Coy knocked on the door, “Are you okay?”

“Can I have some privacy? My bladder was super filled. It won’t stop.”

She heard him laughing and finally felt as if she was done. When she went to stand up, she realized she wasn’t and sat back down.

“That was horrible,” she said, walking out. “But definitely worth it.”

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