I looked down to see a distinct curve beneath the hospital sheet that was not caused by any medication or swelling. “I am pregnant,” I whispered while looking at Trevor in total confusion.
Trevor stood up so abruptly that his chair nearly tipped over onto the cold tile floor. “Please do not say that, Madeline,” he replied with a voice that sounded like it was breaking.
“I felt it move, Trevor, and I know exactly what that feeling means,” I said as I pressed my hand against my stomach. The doctor called for calm but her expression turned grave as she ordered an immediate ultrasound to investigate my claim.
A nurse brought in the portable machine and spread the cold gel over my skin before sliding the transducer across my abdomen. A small, living baby appeared on the black and white screen, moving its tiny hands in the rhythmic way of a developing life.
