Zyair accompanied Skyla to her third-month regular check-up. The doctor showed them a tiny creature the size of a lime on a monitor during the ultrasound.
"That's your baby at three months, it's developing at a good rate. There seems to be no complications for now."
Skyla squeezed Zyair's hand as all her motherly instincts kicked in.
"Look at our baby," she choked out, affected down to her bones by what she was seeing on the monitor.
Zyair was an emotional mess too, seeing their child developing and nurturing inside her. The whole sentiment was so beautiful for him. The radiant glow on his wife's cheeks and tears of joy shining in her eyes turned him even more sentimental.
The doctor kept pointing to the tiny limbs, enlarging the screen and showing them how perfectly the little arms, hands, feet and legs were forming.
