Danny paced back and forth in the very small examination. He was very nervous and anxious about meeting her doctor and seeing their baby for the first time.
"Danny you are making ME nervous," she said.
"I'm sorry, I just have some catchin' up to do," he admitted.
The door opened and her doctor walked in. "Good morning, Ms. Monroe," she shook Lindsay's hand and looked at Danny, "Mr.?"
"Messer," Danny replied pumping her hand enthusiastically.
"You're blood pressure has gone down, which is good," the doctor noted from her file, "Still having the nightmares?"
Danny looked at Lindsay alarmed, she has been having those? What had he done? He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah," she said softly, she felt his arm go around her, but couldn't look him in the eyes.
"Are you ready to see your baby?"
"Yes," Danny blurted out before Lindsay could speak.
The doctor laughed, "This will be your first time, right Mr. Messer?"
"Is it that obvious?" he asked a little embarrassed.
"I think it's a good thing," she looked at him knowingly.
They situated Lindsay so they could do an ultrasound. Danny's eyes were glued to the screen. When the picture came up, and he saw the little legs and arms and head all curled up, he broke.
"That's so beautiful," he whispered to no one in particular. "Thank you, for letting me be here," he said to Lindsay. "Thank you for having my child, even though I was a dick. Thank you for loving me enough to let me try to make things right again."
"This is what I always wanted. You to be here with me, holding my hand, looking at our baby," she whispered back to him through her tears.
"I'm not going anywhere again. You are where I belong, with you and our child," he promised. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.
She just smiled at him and nodded in agreement. He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately.
"I've missed you so much, kissing you, holding you, loving you," he whispered.
The doctor stood back and watched the broken couple as the reconnected again. She had learned from the young woman that the father had gotten cold feet. She knew the gentleman that had come with her before was just a friend, she could tell by their interactions or lack thereof. The gentleman before seemed to think he had a relationship with the woman, trying to hold her hand, trying to hold her close; she would always pull away. But with this gentleman the connection was obvious. She accepted his hand right away, didn't shrug him off when he touched her.
"Ms. Monroe would you like to know the sex now?" the doctor broke in finally.