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It’s refreshing to see the interaction between Quinn and Alex—the secret glances they think they’re sneaking, the hand-holding, the innuendos. You can totally see that something deep is brewing there, but I don’t dare tell them that. It kind of makes me miss being a half of a whole.
    “You’ll let me know if you need anything? I’ll do anything I can to help you out,” Alex says sincerely before we all part ways.
    “I will. That means a lot to me. Thank you,” I tell him before pulling him into a hug that startles him, and we both laugh.
    “Sorry I’m overly emotional these days. Thanks for the beautiful flowers too,” I say, holding up the bouquet of lilies he’s brought me. Then I step back to allow him and Quinn a moment.
    Quinn’s kept me going nonstop today, and I’m exhausted by the time we get home. Forgoing a shower, I change into my sweats and climb into bed, where Quinn and I lie together, talking about my doctor’s appointment at the end of this week.
    “Do you think that they’ll be able to tell you the sex of the baby?” Quinn asks while snuggling down under the covers trying to get warm. It’s so blistering cold outside that being out there for more than a second freezes you into a Popsicle.
    “I doubt it. I’ll only be fourteen weeks and a few days. From what I’ve read, most doctors don’t like to tell you until at least sixteen weeks.” I’ve spent most of my spare time researching pregnancy and everything that relates to it. It’s crazy how much stuff I didn’t know about when it comes to being pregnant.
    “Maybe we’ll get lucky,” she says, burrowing into my side.
    “Maybe,” I say before snuggling her back and closing my eyes, thinking about nothing but tiny little babies.
     

     
    Friday morning rolls around a lot quicker than I thought that it would. I’ve been so excited about my doctor’s visit that I’d thought the week would drag. My shifts at Legends and the stack of articles I needed to write helped me keep my mind otherwise occupied.
    At the doctor’s office, Quinn and I are still trying to defrost from the freezing temperature outside when they call my name to head back to the exam room. Lacey, the same nurse as last time, informs me that I just need to give a urine sample. I don’t have to change into the gown this time. I just have to come back to the room after doing my business.
    After peeing, I leave the sample on the counter, just like last time, and sit on the exam table to wait for Dr. Marcus.
    “I think I’m more nervous this time than I was last time,” I tell Quinn, picking at the ends of my hair, looking for split ends. I do that a lot when I’m anxious.
    “You had a lot going on in your mind last time, and nothing was really real yet. Now it’s real, and you have real fears. I’m sure its normal,” Quinn says, giving me a sincere smile. I’m so glad that she was able to come with me today. I’m sure everyone must think we’re a lesbian couple since Quinn is always the one holding my hand through these visits.
    Dr. Marcus knocks on the door, alerting us to his presence, and strolls in with a smile on his face. “Good morning, Ms. Mitchell. How are you today?” He offers me a hand with his greeting.
    “I’m doing well, thank you,” I tell him, shaking his hand.
    “Good to hear. How’s the vomiting? Did the Zofran we prescribed last appointment help?” he asks, glancing over my chart.
    “Yes, the extreme morning sickness let up about two weeks ago.” I’m so thankful that I’m not puking my brains out anymore.
    “Good. Good. It usually does work itself out by the second trimester. So, today I want to do a quick scan just to double check how everything’s progressing. Before you get all worked up, no, I don’t think that there’s anything wrong, but I always like to double-check.” Man, he’s good. But I guess that after dealing with pregnant women every day, he must be able to sense a freak out coming a mile