After three years of trial and error, Chris and Morgan are now committed to giving the "normal" life a try.
Old habits die hard, though, which they come to find out when trouble inevitably finds them.
Sweeping things under the rug, the couple just...
"Not everything broken makes a sound when it cracks"
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The room was cold. Not hospital cold, but just cold enough to make it feel sterile—like something serious was about to happen. Morgan was sitting up on the table in one of those thin paper gowns, legs swinging like she wasn't carrying the most fragile thing I could imagine. She looked calm. Comfortable. Like she'd been here before. Like she already knew how this ended.
Me? I couldn't stop thinking about the heartbeat. If it was there. If it was strong. If it was real.
"Are you nervy?" she asked, looking at me with this soft little smirk, like she already knew the answer.
I shrugged, leaning back in the chair. "Just— no, yeah, I'm nervous."
Morgan laughed sweetly at me. "It'll be okay." She said softly. And suddenly, I did feel like everything would be okay.
The door clicked open and the ultrasound tech walked in, all cheerful and polite like she wasn't about to confirm whether my whole future was intact.
"How are we doing today?" she said, tugging on gloves.
"This is the exciting part—baby's about the size of a blueberry right now. We should be able to see that flicker."
"A blueberry." I blurted, unsure why.
"That's it? That tiny?" I made the women laugh.
I sat up a little straighter without meaning to. My hands felt empty, like I should've been holding something to ground myself. Morgan reached for me, and I let her lace our fingers together. Her hand was warm. Steady. Mine wasn't.
"We're going to use a transvaginal wand today since it's still early," the tech explained, wheeling over the machine. "Might feel a little uncomfortable, but I'll walk you through everything, okay?"
I gulped looking at the contraption.
"A trans— what?" I said the quiet part out loud again.
Ignoring me, Morgan nodded.
"Woah, buy her dinner first." I joked as Morgan was probed.
The tech laughed out loud. Morgan rolled her eyes playfully.
"This feels like something I shouldn't be seeing." I chuckled, watching closely.
Morgan laughed at me. "Can you shut up?"
She didn't flinch, but I did. That wand looked like a threat. If I was the one on that table, I'd be demanding anesthesia and a priest.
"Good girl." The middle aged woman said to Morgan for her cooperation.
I fixed my eyes on the screen like something might already be there.
Then it lit up.
And I saw it—this blur of black and white, like a storm trapped in a snow globe. And in the middle of it... a flicker.
