I walk away, my face flushed from both his words and his action.

I push aside the cotton separating the examination room from the doctor's office, my mind filled with questions as to why she asked him to stay back, and what she wants to discuss.

I know it's about the baby, and I can't help the sense of unease that rises in me.

Is the baby actually okay? Was she lying when she said it was normal that my baby hadn't kicked yet?

These kinds of questions plague my mind as I enter the small room.

I've been here once, for my three-month scan, and I didn't actually look...