*Jim*
I’ve never been to an ultrasound. Amelia refused to let me pick her up, and now she refuses to hold my hand. She’s set on being independent, and if I’m being honest, it’s pissing me off.
“Amelia Montgomery,” a nurse calls.
Amelia stands and follows her down the hall. She steps on the scale, though not before making me turn around so I can’t see. Honestly, does she think I care? The nurse leads us to a dark room, which I wasn’t expecting, but it makes sense.
Amelia climbs onto the exam table and lays back, lifting her shirt and pulling her pants down enough to expose her bump. God. She’s gorgeous.
“This is Dad?” the nurse asks. Amelia nods. “Come over here so you can see, too.”
I sit in the chair beside Amelia’s head. Finally, she lets me take her hand. She’s
