I feel a tear roll down my cheek.
“I’m sorry that I let you walk out of my office without running after you.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t call you every night since then.
“I’m sorry I almost let you go to a doctor’s appointment by yourself.
“I’m sorry that I never believed in us. I do now. And, if you’re willing to give me a second chance, I would love to spend however long you’d be mine making it up to you.”
I smile. “I’m not sorry.”
He frowns in disappointment.
“I’m not sorry that you were an ass to me when we first met.
“I’m not sorry that I hated you initially.
“I’m not sorry that I fucked you too many times to count.
“I’m not sorry that I quit my job.
“I’m not sorry about any of it because it got me to this point.”
He nods.
“Olive,” I hear the nurse shout.
I stand up and start walking toward her with a smile on my face, but I don’t feel Sean walking behind me.
I glance over my shoulder and see Sean is still sitting in the chair in the waiting room, looking disappointed.
“You’re going to have something else to be sorry about if you don’t get your ass up and come with me to my appointment.”
Sean laughs as he gets up and follows me into one of the exam rooms.
“Lie back on the table. The doctor will be in and will want to do an ultrasound first. Then, he will go from there,” the nurse says before she leaves.
Sean looks at me as I climb up onto the table. “You still love me?”
I laugh. “Yes, you goof, I still love you. I thought that was clear.”
He shakes his head and then kisses me hard on the lips as his hands travel down my body to my hips. Sean slowly stops kissing and looks down at my stomach and then up into my eyes. “I’ll love this baby like it’s my own. Don’t worry about that,” he says reassuringly.
I smile. He’s right. I know he will. And I’ll love this baby, too. I’m just still getting used to the idea.
We hear a knock on the door, followed by the doctor entering.
“Let’s take a good look at how your baby is doing,” the doctor says.
I nod and lie back as the doctor gets the ultrasound equipment together. I lift my shirt up, and he places the instrument on my stomach. I take a deep breath as I stare at the screen, waiting for the first image of my baby. But my eyes quickly go to the doctor, who is humming a little to himself, taking his sweet time with finding my baby.
Another minute passes, and the doctor still doesn’t say anything. I glance over at Sean, who grabs hold of my hand and looks awfully nervous himself.
“Is something wrong?” Sean asks because I can’t get any words out.
“Please sit up for a moment,” the doctor says.
I sit up without bothering to wipe the goop off my stomach first. I don’t care. I just need answers.