“What’s that test for?” Trevor asked. When I looked at him I could see both excitement and a bit of fear.
“It tests for Down syndrome, certain heart defects, as well as other chromosomal abnormalities. It’s a two-part test that consists of a blood test and the sonogram.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
“Dr. Buten will be right in.”
“Thank you so much,” Trevor and I said at once.
The second the door shut, Trevor started pacing while I got situated.
“Why are you pacing?”
“I’m not pacing.”
I followed him with my eyes. “Trevor, you are pacing. Are you nervous?”
“Yes. What if something is wrong with the baby?”
Reaching out, I took hold of his arm and pulled him to a stop. “Why would you think something would be wrong?”
My breath stalled in my chest when I saw tears in his eyes.
“I was such a prick. I don’t want karma to come back on me.”
Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath. I could hear the fear in his voice. Grabbing Trevor’s hands, I held onto them.
“God doesn’t work that way, Trevor. You’re making me nervous, so for me, will you please sit down?”
His eyes widened. “Shit, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m sorry, baby.”
Kissing my forehead, he sat in the chair while I leaned back on the table.
His endearment went straight to my chest, and then down to my belly where it flipped a few times. I knew I wasn’t far enough along to feel the baby. I was simply feeling butterflies from this man.
“Scarlett, do you remember when we were about eight and you fell and scraped your knee at my house?”
Frowning, I shook my head. “No. Why?”
“Mom told me a story, and I hadn’t remembered it until she brought it up.”
“What was the story?”
Trevor grinned while looking down at the floor. “Mom said you had fallen and she was coming out to check on you. She said she saw me holding your hand and then I kissed you on the forehead and told you I’d love you forever.”
The blood rushed through my veins until I felt dizzy. Trevor was always kissing me on the forehead. The very first time I remembered him doing it was at the benefit dinner when he excused himself to get us drinks, like it was second nature for him.
Warmth settled in my chest, and before I could say anything, a knock on the door had us both sitting up.
Dr. Buten walked in and smiled. I could feel Trevor tense up.
“You’re the doctor?” he asked, looking at me and then back to the young doctor.
“I am.” He leaned his hand out and introduced himself. “Dr. John Buten.”
Trevor stood. “Trevor Parker.”
The doctor’s grin grew into a full-on smile. “Parker, you say? Related to Cord, Tripp, Mitchell, and Steed. Correct?”
“Yes, sir. All older brothers.”
He nodded. “Well, this should be interesting. You Parker men know how to keep me on my toes.”
I tried not to chuckle as Trevor looked at me with a confused expression.
“I think Maebh nearly kicked Cord out at her yearly appointment,” I said.
Dr. Buten laughed, then sat down and started going through my chart.
“Okay, so, we need to complete another sonogram. Let’s see, the last time you were here we came up with the due date of May 25. That would put conception end of August beginning of September. Are we sure on that time frame?”
“Yes. I can pretty much give you the exact date,” I said. To the doctor’s credit, he didn’t let my statement faze him.
Pulling a machine closer to the table, he said, “Well, I’ll take some measurements today. We took a few on your last sonogram, but let’s see how baby is growing so that we can confirm that due date one more time.”
Glancing up at Trevor, he said, “You’re more than welcome to film this with your phone if you want. I’ll give y’all a few pictures, but you might want the heartbeat recorded.”
“Heartbeat?” I said at the same time as Trevor.
Dr. Buten grinned. “We will be able to hear the heartbeat. We can sometimes hear it earlier but since you only had a vaginal ultrasound on your first appointment, this time the heartbeat is much clearer.”
I breathed in deeply and tried to relax. Dr. Buten turned the monitor so that both Trevor and I could see it. I peeked at Trevor. He had his phone out and ready to go.
“The black area is your uterus and the amniotic fluid. You look right about where you said, eleven or twelve weeks.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay as I looked at the baby pop up on the monitor. She was so much bigger than the last time.
“That is your baby. There is the head, the body and right here and here…those are the arms, and down here, looks like we have two little leg buds. Looks like we have an active little one. The baby is moving all over the place.”