ALLISON.

Once the door closed behind them, I let out a breath of relief and turned to Wesley.

“Well, that was… something.” I shook my head in disbelief.

Wesley chuckled, opening his black briefcase and pulling out his stethoscope. “Welcome to your life, Alli. Now, sit down. Let’s see how you’re doing.”

I sank into a chair, trying to relax as Wesley knelt in front of me and began his examination. His hands were steady and professional, but his voice held the same playful warmth I’d come to expect from him. After a few minutes, he leaned back and sighed.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not life-threatening, but the baby...