Chapter 50

Chapter 50
Ellie POV
I always felt uncomfortable sitting in the waiting room, waiting for a doctor’s
appointment. But the feeling was worse now that I was in my OB/GYN’s office, waiting for a pregnancy check-up.
Today I’d have an ultrasound. It was my first real chance to see the baby, and even though I knew it wasn’t going to look like much at this stage, it still made me
nervous.
So when I heard Felicity’s familiar voice call my name, I practically jumped out of my skin.
My heart raced as I looked at her, wondering how the hell she managed to find me here. Did she somehow know? Was she here to expose me?
“Here for your yearly check-up?” Felicity asked smugly, placing her hands on her hips and looking me up down. “Well, I’m here for a fertility check.”
and
I relaxed just a fraction, realizing she was here for her own appointment. But what she was saying didn’t make much sense at first.
“Why would you need a fertility check?” I asked.
Felicity flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking down at me with that same smug smile, now stretching even wider.
“Because I want to make sure I can give Nolan the one thing you could never give him. An heir.”
It was everything I could do not to laugh. If only she knew.
I waved my hand at her dismissively.
“Are you that desperate to show Nolan you’re not completely useless that you need a doctor’s note to prove it?”
Felicity’s face went red with anger, and she took a few steps closer to me, towering over me as I sat in the waiting room chair.
“You think you’re so smart. Pretending that you don’t want Nolan, as if he can’t see right through your little act.”
“I don’t care what you think,” I said, irritation slipping into my tone. “I don’t care how many little TV appearances you make. I don’t care if you announce from the top of the mountain that you and Nolan are getting married. And I don’t know what it’s going to take for you to understand that you can have the cheating jerk. I don’t want him.”
Felicity started to respond, but was cut off by the sound of a nurse calling my name. Without sparing her another moment, I stood up and walked out of the room, heading into my appointment.
The irritation caused by Felicity melted away as soon as I was lying back on the examination table, with the nurse spreading the warm gel on my belly. My heart rate was elevated.
I felt ridiculous for being so anxious about seeing the baby for the first time.
The image was grayscale and hard to make out, especially ce I had no idea what I was looking at. The nurse pressed the plastic wand into my stomach harder than I expected, though not quite painful.
She moved it around, massaging my lower belly with it, then made a soft hum of approval as she apparently found what she was looking for.
“There it is,” she said with a bright smile on her face. “There’s your baby.”
I turned my head to look at the screen more carefully. In the center of the picture, there was a little blob-mostly
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shapeless- but it seemed to be moving. Fluttering, almost
“That’s the baby?” I asked in disbelief.
“That’s them,” she confirmed, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Not very big yet, but… listen.”
She hit a button on her monitor, and suddenly the rapid, rhythmic sound of a heartbeat filled the room.
Tears immediately sprang to my eyes. I didn’t expect that I would cry from something like this, but it was proof that my baby was real. That they were alive and well.
The flood of emotions was almost too much for me. The nurse patted my hand in a comforting gesture.
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