And then the ultrasound wand pressed, the warmth and pressure making me squirm—half from the sensation, half from anticipation.
I shivered, anticipation tightening every nerve. I felt the slight pressure as House moved the wand across my stomach, and I swallowed hard, heart hammering.
And then—
There it was.
A tiny, perfect pulse of life, flickering across the screen. Tiny limbs curled delicately, a tiny heartbeat strong and sure, a tiny body moving and twisting in ways that made my chest ache with joy and terror all at once.
My fingers traced the air above the screen, reaching out like I could touch it, like I could imprint myself on that small, perfect being.
“Everything looks perfect,” House said, matter-of-fact, but I didn’t need his words. I could see it in the pulse, the moveme
