50. Lucas
50
LUCAS
W hen we arrive at the doctor’s office, we’re greeted warmly by the staff who have come to know us over the past few months.
The routine of these appointments has become something I look forward to, a chance to connect with the life growing inside Emily, to feel that sense of anticipation for the day we finally meet our daughter.
As we sit in the waiting room, I can’t help but steal glances at Emily, admiring the way she carries herself with such grace and strength.
The small bump of her belly is a constant reminder of the life we’ve created together, and I reach out to rest my hand on it, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm.
She smiles at me, her eyes filled with love and a hint of amusement. “You’re really excited, aren’t you?”
“More than I ever thought I’d be,” I admit, my voice soft with emotion. “I never imagined this would be my life, but now that it is… I can’t wait to meet her.”
The nurse calls us in, and we follow her to the examination room. The familiar sound of the ultrasound machine fills the air as the doctor begins the scan, and moments later, the screen lights up with the image of our daughter. She’s growing so fast, and each time we see her, it feels like a miracle.
“She’s perfect,” the doctor says, smiling at us as she takes measurements and checks all the vital signs. “Everything looks right on track.”
Emily squeezes my hand, her smile radiant as she looks at the screen.
“She’s getting so big,” Emily whispers, her voice filled with awe. “It’s hard to believe we’ll be holding her in just a few months.”
I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen. “I know. It’s… incredible.”
“Still need to pick a name.”
“We’ll get there. Got a few months left yet.”