Linda, my former mother-in-law, was practically vibrating with excitement. She took Allison’s hand with a warmth she had never shown me in eight years. “My dear, are you holding up? My grandson needs his mother to be rested.”
“I’m fine, Mom,” Allison purred, casting a smug glance at David.
“Allison,” a nurse called. “The doctor is ready for the ultrasound.”
David jumped up, his face glowing with pride. “I’m coming in. This is my son we’re talking about.”
“Allison,” a nurse called. “The doctor is ready for the ultrasound.”
David jumped up, his face glowing with pride. “I’m coming in. This is my son we’re talking about.”
The ultrasound room was cool, lit by the clinical blue glow of monitors. Allison lay on the table, her hand clutched in David’s. The doctor, a man named Dr. Aris, began moving the transducer over her abdomen. The grainy image of a fetus appeared on the screen, flickering like a ghost.
