A.N: Just a short one before I get cracking on the next chapter. If you have read, faved, followed or reviewed this story then I love you. Thank you. :)


Emma was sitting in a plastic chair opposite Henry, who was grinning.

Since he had missed the last two appointments, Henry had been adamant he would make it to this one. He had been counting down the days on his calendar and reminding anyone who would listen that the final ultrasound was on the 30th. His legs were swinging forwards and backwards as he scanned his mother from across the corridor. Outwardly she looked fine; her eyes were bright and she had that glow that people always talked about, but something was off. Usually she would be making sarcastic comments or even discussing the week ahead to take her mind off her nerves.

A few minutes passed and they sat quietly watching nurses go by at varying speeds until Emma jumped suddenly and let out an involuntary gasp.

'Are you ok?' Henry asked, concerned.

'Yeah kid, your sister's just playing a little soccer this morning!' replied the blonde, whose hand had flown to the top of her bump, where she had been kicked from the inside.

Henry's face fell.

'She'll do it again in a minute, I'm sure. Here, put your hand right... there,' Emma said, taking his hand and placing it at the point where a little foot had jabbed her. 'She'll do it again in a minute, I bet.'

He waited expectantly but not even a flutter came from his little sister. He sighed disappointedly.

'Hey, it's okay,' encouraged Emma, 'she's probably just resting because she knows she's about to be poked and prodded by Dr Whale!'

Ten minutes later Henry's eyes were joining Emma's and staring in awe at the screen. Sure, he had seen the photographs that his mother had brought home from the last two appointments but in his mind it was nothing compared to being able to see his baby sister wriggling around on the screen.

'Is that her foot?' he asked excitedly, his gaze still unmoved.

'It sure is,' Whale confirmed. 'There's her other one too and then if we move down...' His hand moved slowly across Emma's enlarged stomach as he searched for something. 'Ah, there it is. That right there is her little button nose.'

Sure enough, the profile of a head showed up on the screen and Henry wore a grin so wide Emma was worried it might split his face in two.

'Well,' Doctor Whale said as he cleaned the wand and replaced it in the holder beside the machine, 'everything still looks perfect. She's turned and she's definitely getting lower so in a couple of weeks she should be here!'

He handed Emma a wad of paper towels to wipe the jelly from her bump before turning to collect the strip of photos.

'I guess I'll give these to you,' he laughed when he saw Henry's outstretched hand ready to receive them.

On the way out of the hospital, Henry was talking non-stop about everything he had just witnessed. He still had the photos clenched between his fingers and was laughing more genuinely than Emma had ever seen.

She didn't even mean to say it out loud, it just sort of fell out her mouth before she could do anything about it.

'I couldn't have done all this without you.'

'Well it's a good job you didn't have to,' he replied without missing a beat.

'I love you very much, Henry.'

By way of a reply, his free hand grabbed hers with all the strength she felt she would ever need.