Cinda lay on the bed, with Gabe next to her. They were eight weeks along and attending their first sonogram, he was all smiles, had strolled in holding her hand, was still holding her hand. The man had insisted on her booking it for one of his days off, so that he could attend it as well. Told her he would be there for everyone, just needed to book it for one of his days off.
They had already agreed to go from here to his parent’s house to tell them the news. Cinda had not objected at all, on the condition that everything was alright with their baby. He’d agreed to that, but told her he was certain everything would be fine.
The lady, Vanessa, was merrily chatting away to them, knew them both and had been surprised to see them walk in. She’d gone to school with Gabe himself, they’d know
