93. ANGEL

“This will help with the nausea.” The doctor held a bowl with cookies out towards me. “Ginger.” I hesitated a few seconds before I took it from him. “Thank you.” He smiled and then instantly moved away. Nate settled at my side as the doctor rolled a machine closer to the bed. He was silent as he set everything up until he smiled at us. “Lift your shirt please,” he ordered me. Nate reached out and pulled my shirt up to under my breast. The doctor placed cold gel onto my lower stomach and pressed something to my skin. He moved it around as he stared at the screen. I reached for Nate’s hand and gripped it tightly. We couldn’t see the screen because the doctor had turned it so that it was only visible to him. His hand on my stomach suddenly stilled and his brows dipped into a frown. “Is something wrong?” Nate instantly questioned. “No.” The doctor moved the wand slightly. “Everything is fine.” “I’m not sure I believe you, doctor.” He smiled at him. “I’m going to be honest here.