Becky's POV
The early morning light slipped through the curtains as I lay in bed, heart fluttering like the tiny life inside me. Today was the day—the OB appointment, the first ultrasound. My stomach churned between excitement and nerves. I glanced at the clock: 7:02 a.m. Freen was already awake, quietly moving around the room, packing her bag.
I slipped out of bed and closed the closet door behind me, listening to the soft rustle of Freen’s clothes. She caught my eye in the mirror as I brushed my hair. Her smile was steady, reassuring.
“Good morning, love,” she said, slipping an arm around my waist. Her warmth grounded me.
“Morning,” I replied, my voice small. “I’m… kind of terrified.”
She pressed a kiss to my temple. “Me too. But think of today as meeting our little one for the first time.” Her words were simple, but they carried a promise I held onto all the way to the clinic.
Freen's POV
I watched Becky as she sat in the passenger seat, one hand on her lap, the other tapping nervously against her leg. I’d packed her favorite green tea with honey—something gentle, just in case she felt queasy. The drive to the clinic was quiet, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and our occasional glances at each other.
“Do you want me to play something?” I offered, thumb hovering over the radio presets.
She shook her head. “No… I just want to… focus.”
I squeezed her knee. “Okay. I’m here.”
I replayed memories of Aya’s first ultrasound in my mind—the way Becky cried when she heard that first faint heartbeat. I’d held her then, too, but this time felt different: not our first child, but a second chance at parenthood after everything we’d been through. It felt… sacred.
Third Person POV
The clinic hallway was cool and sterile. Becky clutched her purse strap like it was an anchor. Freen signed them in at the reception window, then led her to a small, pastel-painted room. Cartoon animals smiled from the walls in a bid to soothe expectant parents.
“Please lie back,” the nurse instructed. Becky eased onto the examination table, pulling the paper blanket up to her waist. Freen perched on a stool beside her, rolling it closer until their thighs touched.
Dr. Santillan entered, her stethoscope draped around her neck and a warm smile on her face. “Good morning, you two. How are we feeling today?”
“Excited,” Becky said with a small laugh. “And a bit nervous.”
“Completely normal,” the doctor replied. She dimmed the overhead lights and applied cool gel to Becky’s belly. “Let’s take a look.”
Becky squeezed Freen’s hand as the probe moved across her skin. On the screen, grainy shapes emerged, shifting into a tiny form—head, body, limbs.
“Right here,” Dr. Santillan murmured, angling the device until a clear flicker appeared. Thump… thump… thump.
Becky’s breath caught. A steady heartbeat pulsed at roughly 160 bpm—strong and sure.
Freen’s eyes brimmed with tears as she watched that little flicker dance across the monitor.
“That’s perfect,” Dr. Santillan announced. “Everything looks great. I’ll print these images for you, and we’ll schedule your next visit in four weeks.”
Becky leaned forward, reaching for the monitor to get one last look. Freen wrapped an arm around her shoulder, resting her head against Becky’s. The room buzzed with a quiet awe.
Becky's POV
Walking out of the room, ultrasound photos in hand, I felt a buoyant sort of weightlessness. The little bean-shaped form on the glossy print felt like a secret treasure. Freen held my hand as we left, her lips brushing my hair.
Outside the exam room, I exhaled hard. “I can’t believe how real that was.”
Freen turned me to face her. “You saw the heartbeat? That little pitter-patter? Our family is growing.”
I smiled, tears glistening. “I never thought I’d feel so much love for a sound.”
She kissed the bridge of my nose. “Just wait until you feel it kick.”
Third Person POV
They stopped by the clinic café for a quick snack. The nurse had recommended a light breakfast—toast and fruit—so Freen ordered two plates of avocado toast and fresh orange juice. Becky managed a few bites before her nerves returned, but the gesture was sweet.
They lingered at a corner table, Becky holding the ultrasound images while Freen texted her mother-in-law a photo. Aya’s first big sister moment was coming soon, after all. Freen’s mom squealed in return text emojis—hearts, stars, and an image of a baby bottle.
Becky put down a slice of toast. “We should tell Aya tonight. I want to see her face when she learns she’ll be a big sister again.”
Freen smiled around her juice. “Agreed. And I think Grandma and Grandpa should be next.” She tapped the photos. “They’ll want prints.”
Becky's POV
That night, after putting Aya to bed at her grandparents’, I found Freen in the living room, arranging the ultrasound prints on the coffee table. She’d lit a small candle next to a photo of the three of us on the day we reunited—our “new beginning” portrait.
“You’ve outdone yourself,” I murmured, walking over.
She looked up and grinned. “I wanted tonight to feel special… a little ceremony.”
I laughed quietly. “Is this the first of many?” I gestured at the candle.
“Only if you let me be the ceremony planner.” She winked.
I settled beside her and leaned into her warmth. She pulled me close, pressing her lips to my forehead.
Freen: “To our first glimpse of baby #2.”
Becky: “To our little heartbeat.”
I closed my eyes, feeling Freen’s steady breath against my cheek. Outside, the city lights twinkled through the window. Inside, our hearts pulsed in unison—three, soon to be four, bound by love and hope.
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Between Us Three (G!P FREEN)
RomanceFreen and Becky were once inseparable, their love strong enough to weather any storm-until a devastating misunderstanding tore them apart. Now, years later, they're brought together again for the one person who still connects them: their young daugh...
