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“It was a sunny day, and the light was streaming through the branches, so my eyes were closed. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face. And I could hear you in the pool, playing with kids. You told me that you loved me, and it made me realize that you were still here with me and the family we created.” She shrugs again. “I know it’s just a dream, but it felt like more. So, I guess I’m just hoping it is. Is that dumb?”

“Not at all,” I reply, tucking her hair behind her ear as I move in, kissing her lips like she’s the air I need to breathe. Because she is.

25

ALLY

I’ve been on cloud nine for the past week despite the morning sickness.

I didn’t know a person could change so much, so fast.

One minute, Ethan is packing his bag and preparing to run. Next, he’s planning a future with me.

I don’t know what changed his mind so quickly, I just hope that it’s because he let go of his past and started looking within himself to see how he feels.

Not much else has changed. The hospital still doesn’t know we’re romantically involved. The plan is to keep things quiet until after I finish my externship and graduate.

I can’t be offered a job until I have a degree, but Ethan promises that an offer will be made. If I accept, we’ll have to stay quiet even longer, waiting until we’re married and there’s nothing the hospital can do. Ethan says he doesn’t think we’ll get into any trouble. He’s close with most of the administration. He says if anything, I might be moved to another floor. I would hate that because I’ve already made such good friends with the nurses I’ve worked with, but I’ll take it if it means keeping my job and the man I’ve fallen in love with.

Since this relationship is rather new to us, we’ve agreed to move as slowly as anyone can in our position. I have no immediate plans to move into his house, but that is the goal by the time the baby is born. We don’t want to act prematurely. This is my first pregnancy, and the odds of losing the baby are higher than I’d like to admit. Neither of us wants to feel forced with anything, especially when it comes to something as serious as life decisions. So, we’ll continue to date quietly, have sleepovers, and take a couple of trips while living separately. Down the road, when it becomes clear that we will be parents, we’ll revisit moving in together.

You’d think that working in a hospital would get you in for a doctor’s appointment sooner, but that isn’t the case. Ethan wants to be involved in every aspect of this pregnancy he can be, meaning we can’t see someone at our hospital. He reaches out to a friend and makes an appointment to have my pregnancy confirmed. On Friday, we take the day off and make the trip outside of the city to see the OB/GYN he set me up with. To say that I’m nervous is a massive understatement.

The ride to our appointment is nice. I always think it’s nice when we get to be alone together. It gives us time to get to know one another. We play silly games on the ride. We even make up our own game called Ask Me a Question. I ask him a question and I guess the answer. If I’m right, I get to ask another. If I’m wrong, it’s his turn to ask. There are no rules to the kinds of questions to ask, but we try to keep them personal, referencing the time of our lives before we knew one another.

I have one final question to ask as we pull into the parking lot of the doctor’s office. “How are you friends with this doctor?” I look over at him. “Is it because you dated when you were younger?”

He smirks as he parks the car. “No,” he answers. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

I feel my brows pull together, and I swallow. “I promise I’lltrynot to get mad.”

He chuckles as he turns to face me. “This is the doctor Amelia saw for her pregnancy.” He holds up his hand like he has more to say. “I know a lot of people would say that’s weird to take you to the same doctor, but I promise, I’m only doing it because I know that she’s a very good doctor. She and I worked together on Amelia’s high-risk pregnancy. She’s caring but honest. She will tell you how it is, and she doesn’t let things like money sway her decisions. I want you in the best hands possible, and I feel like that is Dr. Micah.”

I nod. “Okay. I’m not mad.”

His icy eyes widen. “You’re not?”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. You have a past, Ethan. Everyone does. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide it.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief as he takes my hand in his, moving it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back. “You’re the best. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I grin. “You. About a million times,” I reply, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “Now, come on. Let’s get inside.”

We walk into the office hand in hand. I fill out all the paperwork, and we’re taken back where they check my weight and collect a urine sample before showing us to a room. A little while later, a nurse joins us. She asks a series of questions and takes my temperature and blood pressure. She enters it all in the computer before giving me a paper gown to change into. When she walks out, Ethan looks up at me. I notice how wide his eyes are, how his brows are lifted, and a look of shock is already covering his face.

“What’s that look for?” I ask, taking off my clothes to put on the gown.

“You’re pregnant.”

I snort. “I know, but how are you so sure?”

“The nurse ran your urine before we got in here. If it was negative, she wouldn’t have given you a gown.”

His words settle around me like a thick blanket. Even though I knew I was pregnant, it feels nice having it acknowledged and accepted. It’s almost like this hasn’t been real until now.

After I get changed, Ethan and I chat until someone knocks on the door. It opens, and a woman in a white lab coat walks in. She’s an elegant woman with short blonde hair that’s curled and styled nicely. She’s dressed in heels and dress pants. When I think of a powerhouse doctor, she’s exactly what I imagine. She looks at me first, offering a friendly smile and offering her hand to shake. “Ally, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Micah. How are you doing today?”

I shake her hand. “Good; it’s nice to meet you.”

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