I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

time I’d been able to see the shape of her nose.

Damon had claimed he was too busy to come.

Now I understood what had kept him home.

“Is she healthy?” he asked.

Behind the maternity coats, Claire stayed perfectly still.

“She’s healthy,” I said.

My voice shook, but Damon just smiled like he assumed I was overwhelmed from the appointment.

I took one step closer continue reading …