Page 33 of Mending Scars

“Great,” she replied as she looked at the iPad in her hands. After several seconds, she looked up and smiled. “I have your results.”

Ryker stood next to me and squeezed my hand. My heart thudded wildly and my stomach twisted in anticipation as we waited for the answer that would change our lives.

Dr. Wallace’s smile stretched wider. “Congratulations! You’re having a baby!”

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked up at Ryker. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him as he kissed the top of my head.

Hearing the confirmation from Dr. Wallace was so much more fulfilling than seeing it on a plastic stick. I couldn’t remember a time when I felt so happy. “We’re having a baby, Ryker.” I softly murmured into his neck.

Pulling back, Ryker cradled my face in his hands and softly kissed me. He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs and looked deep into my eyes.

He didn’t need any words to express how he felt. I wasn’t sure there were even words to describe the emotions we were experiencing at that moment. Pure love and joy reflected in those beautiful brown eyes that always captured me. I would never get tired of seeing him look at me like that.

Dr. Wallace cleared her throat, gaining both of our attentions. She gave us an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a lot to discuss.”

She came and sat down in an office chair across from the exam table and wheeled it closer to us. “Let’s go over your medical history, then we’ll get to your exam and hear your baby’s heartbeat.”

Your baby.

The grin I had on my face widened.

She used a stylus to tap the screen of her iPad several times, quickly scanning over it with her eyes. “It says here that you’re a twin, which means that you have a higher chance of having twins yourself.”

And just like that, my stomach sank.

No.

“We can check that during your first sonogram.”

Ryker rubbed my back and gave me a sympathetic look. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t be happy with two babies, but just the thought of having twins after what I went through with Kaleb gave me anxiety.

They wouldn’t be like Kaleb and me—don’t worry over nothing.

Easier said than done. My mind was preoccupied as we went through the rest of my medical history. After answering several questions, Dr. Wallace asked one that I didn’t have the answer to. “When was the date of your last period?”

I swallowed nervously. “Well, my periods have never been regular. I was on the shot, but I can’t even remember when I came in for it the last time, or my last period.”

Dr. Wallace peered back down at the tablet in her hands. “According to our records, the last time you received your contraceptive was in June.”

Shit, that’s over six months ago. I can’t believe it slipped my mind for that long.

Dr. Wallace continued. “We’ll need to do an ultrasound to determine how far along you are. Let me see if there’s an ultrasound tech still here.”

She swiveled in her chair and placed the iPad on the counter before reaching for the phone. “Rachel, can you please check if there’s an ultrasound tech available.”

A few moments later, she spoke into the phone again. “Thank you. Please send them to room nine.”

Turning back to face us, she stated, “Let’s get you all checked out. Lay back, please.”

Ugh, I hate this part.

A few seconds after she finished with my exam, a knock sounded on the door.

“Just in time,” Dr. Wallace said as she took off her gloves and washed her hands. “Come in.”

A woman opened the door and entered with a large cart. “Hi, I’m Jen. I’ll be your ultrasound tech today.” She smiled at us. “Ready to see your baby?”

“Yes,” Ryker and I said simultaneously.

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