A week has passed since we both found out about the baby. I called in for an appointment the next morning with a highly appraised doctor.

"Love. Wake up. We need to get going soon." The gentle voice of my fiancé says from his spot on our bed. His hand resting on my stomach.

I let out a loud, extremely unattractive yawn and stretch. I look at Tom who is staring at me with a lovestruck look.

"Help me up Tom." I poke his cheek. Tom smirks before pulling himself off the bed and over to my side. He grabs my hand and gently pulls me to his chest.

"Are you ok love?" He asks wrapping his arms protectively around me.

"Yeah. I'm kinda nervous about the appointment today..." I say resting my head on his chest.

"I'm very excited. We get to see our little baby for the first time." Tom exclaims.

"I'm hoping everything goes right. You know me, I read so many articles online that I-i don't know what I actually need to do so me and this child stay healthy." I say spilling my worries.

"Everything will. Love, everything will be fine. We can ask the doctor today what is the best thing to do." He rubs my arms comfortingly as he slowly erases my worries from my mind.

Tom parks the car and helps me out. He insists of treating me like a princess, which is very sweet but occasionally overwhelming.

We walk into the office and fill out the what feels like millions of papers and return them. Now that's left is the waiting game, which doesn't last long at all.

"(Y/n)" I hear my name called and Tom and I follow the nurse. She weighs me, measures me, and checks my blood pressure before leaving us in another room.

"Tom please sit still. You are making me more anxious." I say to my bouncing fiancé. I place a hand on his thigh and he looks at me.

"I'm sorry love. I'm just excited." He says kissing my knuckles. And as his lips part the door opens. Another nurse comes in to draw some blood. I absolutely hate needles and have extremely sensitive skin.

"Is there anything we need to be aware of?" The nurse asks routinely.

"I have extremely sensitive skin. If that is something you need to know." I squeal looking at the array of needles.

"It's ok love. Just look at me and everything will be fine." Tom says gently prying my attention from the needles to him. Tom starts peppering my face with kisses as the nurse takes blood.

Soon I'm set up on the table, lying down. The doctor has finally come in to give an ultrasound. I have my shirt pulled up and have a freezing gel on my stomach. The machine is turned on and the quick sound of a heartbeat fills the dark room.

"(Y/n), oh my gosh there's a heartbeat!" Tom says squeezing me hand happily.

"You are... I'd say about seven weeks along " the doctor says moving the wand around.

"Our little baby." I take my eyes off of the screen and look at Tom. His eyes are sparking with tears and I wipe them away.

"I love you so much..." he whispers to me.

We leave soon after. We received a disk with the ultrasound on it and we stop ice cream on the way back home.