Chapter 73

Sarah

I am sitting at the clinic, my heart pounding in my chest. I glance around at the other expectant parents, each pair holding hands or exchanging reassuring smiles.

Vincent is sitting beside me as we wait for our turn. To my utter shock, he kept his promise and has been coming to all of my doctor's appointments. Maybe I can convince him to join me in one of those cringe birthing classes.

I smile at the thought. Oh, how I will enjoy watching him squirm in there!

Whispers filled the otherwise quiet room like a chorus of nervous birds exchanging secrets.

In the corner, a woman absentmindedly stroked her swollen belly while her partner scrolled through his phone, occasionally looking up to flash her a smile.

"Vincent," I say, grabbing his hand, "I can't believe we're finally going to find out if we're having a boy or a girl."

"Yeah," he replies. His expression is unreadable, but I can tell he is anxious too.

My thoughts raced with possibilities. Will our baby have Vincent's piercing