Douglas POV
Today was the day I got to see our child for the first time.
I had never been to one of these check-ups, and I was trying to look strong, but I was so nervous that my confidence was at an all-time low.
This feeling inside was worse than a meeting of influential people; it was unfamiliar.
The imposing, large, gray building attached to the side of the main hospital came into view, and my stomach plummeted. I could not back out of this, even if I wanted to—not that I wanted to. Jessica had no choice; she had to go through this, so to me, that meant I had to go through this, too, if I was ever going to understand what she was experiencing and sympathize with her plight.
What women have to go through to bring a child into the world is not something I would like to go through
