I usually hate the sterile, white walls of the doctor’s office but today wasdifferent.
Luca sat in the chair beside the examination table, he was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees. He hadn't stopped moving his feet since we checked in.
"First time hearing the heartbeat?" the doctor asked, a kind smile on her face as she squeezed the clear, cold gel onto my stomach.
"For this one, yes," I said, reaching out for Luca’s hand. He grabbed mine instantly, his grip firm and grounding.
The room went quiet as she moved the thingy across my skin. For a few agonizing seconds, there was only the sound of static and the soft hum of the machine.
I held my breath, my eyes locked on the monitor, searching for a sign of life in the grey and white shadows. Then, suddenly, the room was filled wi
