Ultrasound

Haisley

Saxon’s hand tightened on mine as we watched our baby on the screen. The 4-D image took my breath away. I could see the baby’s face and body clearly. It was real. Not just a heartbeat and the reason my stomach was no longer fitting in my jeans.

“Do you want to know the sex?” the nurse asked, looking at me, then at Saxon.

“Yes,” I replied, then glanced at him to be sure.

He nodded.

The nurse grinned and took a picture on the screen, then pointed. “It’s a girl.”

We hadn’t talked about what we wanted. I just wanted it to be healthy. I turned to look at Saxon, wanting to gauge his response, and his eyes were glassy. He looked down at me and gave me a sheepish smile and sniffled.

“We’re having a girl,” he said and laughed softly. “Damn. That got to me. I wasn’t expecting that to hit so deep.”

“Our baby is a she,” I replied.

Loving him was so easy. But when he did things like this, I swore I managed to fall deeper in love.

Saxon’s eyes went from the screen, then back to me. Then, he bent down and brushed a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered.

I tilted my head until our lips met. My fairy tale was better than any book I’d ever read.