Adrian stood near the window answering messages, calm and victorious. No more arguments. No more rushing home for parent-teacher meetings or fevers or bedtime routines.
He truly believed he had won.
When the nurse called Chloe’s name, Adrian followed her into the examination room. Margaret attempted to go too, but the nurse stopped her politely.
“Only one guest allowed, ma’am.”
The door shut behind them.
Inside, Chloe leaned back on the exam table while Adrian squeezed her hand.
“Relax,” he said. “In a few minutes everyone’s going to celebrate our son.”
Chloe smiled nervously, but her lips trembled.
Dr. Reynolds began the ultrasound in silence. He moved the wand gently across her stomach as the gray image flickered onto the monitor.
At first everything appeared routine.
Then the doctor stopped talking.
He moved the scanner once.
Then again.
A slight crease formed between his brows.
Adrian noticed immediately.
“Is there a problem?”
The doctor didn’t answer right away. He checked the chart, glanced back at the monitor, then pressed a button beside the wall.
“Please have medical administration come to Room Three.”
Chloe went pale.
“Administration? Why?”
Adrian stiffened.
“Doctor, what’s happening?”
Dr. Reynolds muted the machine and spoke with a calmness that instantly made the room colder.
“I need to verify some information. According to your chart, conception happened approximately nine weeks ago.”
Chloe nodded quickly.
“Yes. Nine weeks.”
The doctor looked directly at her.
“The measurements don’t match that timeline.”
Adrian forced out an uneasy laugh.
“Well, those estimates can be off sometimes, can’t they?”
“Not to this degree.”
The door opened and a woman in a navy suit entered with another nurse. Outside, Margaret and Vanessa had moved close enough to overhear every word.
“Based on fetal development,” the doctor continued carefully, “this pregnancy is closer to sixteen weeks.”
