And I couldn’t help thinking: this was it. This was our beginning.
But I knew her well enough to spot the tremble in her fingers.
She was brave.
But also terrified.
“Let’s see what we’ve got,” House muttered, adjusting the gel and sliding the wand over her lower abdomen.
The screen blinked to life.
Black and white waves.
My heart stopped.
We waited.
A tense, breathless pause.
And then—
Thump.
Thump.
Tiny.
Steady.
Sure.
“There’s a new heartbeat,” House said quietly. “Small. Rhythmic. Definitely not yours, Katherine.”
Everything inside me shattered.
Kat’s breath hitched. Then a sound tore from her—half-laugh, half-sob—as tears spilled freely down her cheeks.
“It’s real,” she whispered. “I’m really—”
“You’re pregnant,” House confirmed. “Just one. Very early stage. Healthy.
