Faithful (Wanted 3)

Dr. Johnson sat down and looked over at me. “Josh, you doing okay, buddy? You look a little white. ”

“I’m good. I’m fine. I’m just ready to see my baby girl and make sure she’s okay. ”

He smiled. “Baby girl, huh? Well, we might be able to hear the heartbeat if we’re lucky. ”

Heather snapped her head over toward him. “But I’m only ten weeks! Can the sonogram machine pick that up this early?”

He started laughing. “We actually just got this new sonogram machine in. It’s capable of picking up the heartbeat as early as eight weeks, so let’s keep our fingers crossed. So, Josh, you think it’s a girl? Heather, how about you? Any guesses?”

Heather smiled and nodded. “Well, everyone keeps telling me it’s a girl because of the morning sickness I’ve had. By the way, that’s not limited to just morning, so why they call it that, I don’t know. I just have a strong feeling it’s a boy. ”

The nurse walked in, and Dr. Johnson stood up. “Well, let’s get the show on the road and see us a baby. ”

After they put some jelly shit on her stomach, he started moving the contraption all around. I couldn’t see anything, but then a small lima bean thing appeared. That was when we heard it—the baby’s heartbeat. Heather looked up at me as a tear rolled down her cheek.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “I love you. ” I looked back up at the monitor. “Does she look okay?”

Dr. Johnson laughed. “Yes. ”

Then, he made a funny face, and it almost sounded like the heartbeat was echoing. He started moving that little contraption all over the p

lace as he pushed down more on her stomach.

Heather must have noticed it also because she frowned at me. She turned back to the screen. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

I looked up at the nurse, who was smiling.

Just then, there were two distinct heartbeats.

“Are you picking up my heartbeat also?” Heather asked.

“Or mine ’cause it’s pounding loud enough in my chest!” I said.

Dr. Johnson and the nurse started laughing.

As I looked back at the screen, I saw it. Another little lima bean showed up.

“Oh. My. God. Is that another…” Heather’s voice trailed off.

“Wait. What? Why are there two lima beans?” I glanced down at Heather.

She was smiling so big as she looked at the monitor, and then she started crying.

What in the hell is going on?

Dr. Johnson turned and smiled at me. “Josh, I think you should sit down. ”

“Why? Is something wrong with her?”

The nurse came and stood next to me.

Oh god! Something’s wrong. Why is Heather smiling? She’s crying and smiling? Who does that?

“Josh, it looks like y’all might both be right. ”

“Both be right about what?” I asked.

I felt my legs about to give out, and the nurse grabbed on to my arm.