“You’re doing everything you can.”
Someone knocks, and then the door swings open. An older man with a withered face and gray hair approaches me with a pleasant grin.
“Morning, Jemma. I’m Dr. Grady.”
I force a smile. “Morning.”
Trent introduces himself before taking his seat next to the table. Dr. Grady shuts the door behind him and flips through my chart. He rolls the stool out from under the table, chart in hand, as he studies the test results.
He peeks up at me. “How are you feeling?”
I shrug. “Sick most of the time. Tired with some body aches.”
“That’s normal for the first trimester,” he says.
The air drains from my lungs. My heart pounds in my chest, my pulse racing so fast I can feel it throbbing in my neck.
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, barely able to get out the words.
Trent blows out a deep breath, his hands in front of his mouth as he stares at the wall.
“Yes,” Dr. Grady says. “I know this isn’t the news you want to hear at your age, but your suspicions were correct.”
“Do you know how far along I am? Does the blood work tell you that?”
He shakes his head. “Based on the timeline you provided Nurse Hadley, around eight weeks. But you need to see an OB/GYN. Unfortunately, I don’t have the proper equipment in my office to give you a definitive answer.”
“Thank you,” I mutter. “I’ll make an appointment with my doctor.”
He closes the folder and slides his stool back into place.
Trent shakes Dr. Grady’s hand, thanking him for his help.
“Take care of yourself, Jemma,” Dr. Grady says as he opens the door, looking over his shoulder at me again. “Congratulations to both of you.”
I clear the lump forming at the back of my throat, unable to move from the examination table. Trent moves in front of me and slides his hand to the side of my face.
“I’m here for you, Jem,” he whispers against my lips.
His other hand falls to my stomach. He makes slow, circular motions over my shirt, even though my belly hasn’t grown.
“You and this baby are my number one priority. I promise nothing has to change.”
He presses his lips to mine, a soft kiss that takes my breath away for an entirely different reason. When I left Lancaster, I was running away because I wasn’t ready to get married and have a family. And soon, I will be a mother.
Chapter Thirty
Trent
My hands sweat as I grip the steering wheel. I must tell my dad about the baby now that it’s official. I have no idea how he’ll react, but I’m hoping he will be supportive because I need all the support I can get.
My dad steps into the hallway with a glass of scotch in hand. “Hey, what are you doing at home? Is everything okay?”
“Is Mom home?”
He shakes his head. “She’s at the salon.”
“Is Ava here?”
