"Sometimes the weight of reality doesn't sink in until it's spoken out loud"
Brooklyn
Atlanta, Georgia
May 2nd | 11:37am
I sat in the cramped waiting room of the doctors office, my leg bouncing as I tried to ignore the soft murmur of conversations around me. Pregnant women and couples filled the room, some with excited smiles, others just as nervous as I was.
I wasn't sure how I ended up here. Well, technically, I knew—it was because of him.
I looked toward the entrance as the door swung open, and there he was, walking in like he owned the place. Torrian. His confident stride and expensive suit didn't fit in here, and everyone in the room noticed.
He locked eyes with me, and I felt a twinge of something I couldn't name. Relief? Embarrassment? Both, probably.
"You made it." I said quietly as he sat next me.
"You didn't think I would?" He replied, his tone low.
I shrugged, my eyes darting to my hands in my lap. "Didn't know what to expect."
Torrian leaned back in his chair. "Neither did I."
Torrian, as he sat beside me, was quiet but present as we waited to be called. His tall frame seemed out of place in the small waiting room, but he didn't fidget or show any sign of discomfort. Just calm, like he always had everything under control.
A nurse called my name, and we followed her down the hallway. Torrian stayed close behind, his footsteps solid.
"Right into here." The nurse said, opening the door. "The doctor will be with you soon."
I climbed onto the exam table, the crinkling paper beneath me doing nothing but making me irritable. Torrian settled into a chair by the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman walked in.
"Brooklyn Cooper?" She confirmed, glancing between us as she sought down her clipboard.
"Yes." I said.
"And you're dad, im assuming?" She looked over at Torrian.
He nodded. "Uh, yeah. Torrian P-
"Price. I know." She said finishing his sentence and putting her attention back upon me.
"I'm Doctor Harris. " She smiled warmly, pulling on a pair of gloves. "Alright, Brooklyn, let's get started. First, we'll confirm how far along you are and make sure everything looks healthy."
I nodded, my throat dry.
The ultrasound machine beeped as Dr. Harris turned it on. She applied the cold gel to my stomach, and I flinched slightly. Torrian got up from his seat and walked over to us.
"This might feel a little odd." She said, moving the wand across my abdomen. The screen lit up, fuzzy and hard to read, but then—there it was. A tiny flicker, rhythmic and steady.
"That's the heartbeat," She said softly, her tone suddenly more gentle. "Strong and healthy."
"That's...the baby?" My voice broke.
Dr. Harris nodded, smiling. "That's your baby."
I couldn't look away from the screen, tears welling up the sight—at the situation. I felt my chest tighten as I stared at the screen... this was real.
Torrian leaned forward, his hand resting near mine, his focus locked on the monitor. He didn't say anything, but the crease in his brow deepened.
"You're measuring about ten weeks along," Dr. Harris continued, her eyes on the screen. "That puts your due date around November 11th," She said, making a note on the chart. "Everything looks great so far."
