Arec's POV:
As I drove Ella home from the ultrasound, my hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual.
The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable, but it was charged, like something unspoken hung in the air.
My mind kept drifting back to that ultrasound room, the moment when the doctor had pointed out the tiny heartbeat flickering on the screen.
Our baby.
The word still felt strange on my tongue, but the weight of it hit me harder than I ever expected.
I stole a glance at the ultrasound picture that I had placed in the passenger seat, the grainy black-and-white image of our child.
"This baby was real... This baby was real." I keep repeating it over and over again in my mind.
And with that reality came emotions I wasn't prepared for, I already know about the baby, but the visit to the ultrasound make it more real.
I wasn't supposed to feel this. Not with Ella at least.
