Two weeks later at the hospital

Where is he? The thought stays firmly put in your head as you sitt waiting in the waiting room by yourself. Maybe his doctors are drawing out the time and he wont make it. But you really want him to be here fore this. The other ladies are all sitting either reading one of the old magazines provided or staring down into their phones. You on the other hand is staring at the clinic door. About half of the other ladies have some form of escort with them, usually a male. In most cases probably the one responsible for their slowly expanding tummy. You want your man to be there as well. The waiting room is almost completely silent except for the quiet hustling of healthcare personell and the maddening ticking of the analoge clock on the wall displaying the time. Tick, tick, tick, tock. Another minute has passed and Alex isn't here yet.

Then suddenly he is there. Outside in the corridor running as fast as he can towards the clinic's glass doors. Had the doors been any less sturdy he would have probably broken them as he tackels them open with the weight of his body. Barely stoppning he scans the room locating you. With three more running steps he stops in front of you. "Sorry i am late" He pants bending forwards and holdings his knees for support.

"It's fine, you made it in time." You respond feeling happy and relived that he made it. "Come sitt down" you invite him as you shuffle sideways on the couch you have claimed. He gratefully does as he works on catching his breath.

"I ran here full tilt from the neurological klinik, that's on the other side of this hospital." He declares, still panting hard.

"I'm glad you did." you respond smiling at him.

"I promised you i would be here." He says starting finally to get his breathing under some form of control.

"I know, and i know you really wanted to be here with me for this." You say lovingly.

"Right. So how are you." He asks being able to finally speak a whole sentence without gasping for air.

"I'm fine now that you are here." You respond.

"Right. And how is the little one." He says gently putting a hand on your belly.

"The baby is fine to, in fact i have something to show you." You respond and bring up your phone. Alex looks curious at you as you quickly browse trough your lokal files. "Here listen to this." You say and start playing the latest audiofile.

Alex looks confounded at the regular beating sound coming out of your phone. You let it play for the 30 seconds it is, smiling all the while. "Guess what that is." You tell him.

A few seconds pass in silence as Alex stares at you, his brow furled trying to figure this suden mystery out. "I have no idea." He concedes.

"It's a recording i got from the midwife of our babies heartbeat." You explain.

Alex face shifts into that of stunned realization. Without waiting for a response you play it again. You sitt in silence as Alex listens to it again. "That's the heartbeat of our baby Alex." You confirm.

"Wow… That is amazing." Alex responds, his voice filled with the kind of wonderment you felt as well the first time you heard it.

You don't have any time to talk more about this however as a nurse suddenly calls your name. "Come on you, its our turn." You say grabbing Alex's hand and pulling him with you.

"Good afternoon Amy. My name is Tina and will be handling your ultrasound today." A middle age woman introduces herself. She sounds nearly as excited to have a look at your baby as you do. "If you just make yourself comfortable on the bunk and pull upp your shirt we will get started."

You do as you are instructed. Laying down on your back with your belly on display. 20 weeks along your pregnant belly has started to distend enough that your belly button is turning into an outie. However there is not a single stretchmarks on your unblemished skin.

"Might i ask who is accompanying you today?" Tina asks.

Sitting down on a stol next to you Alex grabs your hand. "This is Alex, my husband and the babies father." you respond emphasizing that despite you only being 18 years old you are not some irresponsible single mother or slut that sleeps with any guy that winks at her. No you are a responsible young mother to be that will bring this child into a loving home.

"That's great." She responds sounding as enthusiastic as before. She doesn't appear to judge either of you. "We are about to begin, i am going to need about 30 minutes to take your babies measurement. If you feel uncomfortable and need to take a break you just tell me, alright?"

You don't get a chance to respond before she continues. "I am going to apply som gel to your stomach now. This will feel cold." She says before giving the bottle that has suddenly appeared in her hand over your belly a single well practiced shake before poring a cyan colored gel on top of your belly. You shiver as it touches your skin, she wasn't kidding.

She grabbs the ultrasound wand "One final thing before we begin, do you want to know your babys gender?"