Free Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) by Chelsea Roy Page B

anything to her, but he was secretly terrified she would come to resent him for getting her pregnant.
    “ I’ll get in as soon as I can.” She promised softly. Brent pulled her tightly against his chest. He rubbed his hand down her stomach and it came to rest there. He might be imagining things, but he thought it definitely felt harder and rounder there. Aimee was pretty slender, so any changes to her body would be apparent quickly. He didn’t know much about pregnancy but he had a feeling Aimee might be off in her calculations by a few weeks. Baby bumps weren’t supposed to start showing up right away.
    “ I’ll go with you.” He vowed to her. Supporting her through this mess was the least he could do.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
    “ But I can’t be 15 weeks along!” Aimee protested to the doctor. After calling a doctor recommended by a local social media site group, they’d had to wait two weeks into the semester before going to see him.
    She had just finished an examination that had her face burning. A boyfriend should never, ever, see his girlfriend in such an undignified position. Scooting down on the bed after her feet were in stirrups while Brent looked on was beyond humiliating. The little paper drape the office provided for modesty covered nothing.
    The doctor snapped off his gloves and smiled at Aimee. “I’m going to get our ultrasound cart to confirm what I think, but I’d be surprised if it shows anything different.” The doctor was disgustingly jaunty and Aimee irrationally felt like sticking her tongue out at him. When he left the room, Aimee turned to Brent a little frantically.
    “ I can’t be 15 weeks along!” She cried softly. “He said my due date was July 22. That’s too close to my birthday!” Aimee was barely hanging onto her composure by a thread. This was worse than she thought.
    “ I know it’s not ideal to have a baby at seventeen,” Brent told her calmly, “but the world isn’t going to end if it arrives a few days before your eighteenth birthday.” Aimee frantically shook her head at him.
    “ You don’t understand!” She burst out. She drew up short when the doctor came back in pushing a TV monitor on wheels. The nurse who had originally accompanied the doctor into the room helped Aimee lay back again and arranged Brent by Aimee’s head. She tucked Aimee’s gown up under her breasts while simultaneously spreading a blanket over her girl parts. Only Aimee’s belly was exposed. After the exam she just endured, Aimee wasn’t sure why she bothered. It was a little late for modesty.
    The blob of goop that was squirted on was oddly warm. “We have a little warmer for it,” the nurse said, smiling at Aimee’s expression. Aimee relaxed a little. That made more sense than just magically warm goo.
    Aimee watched intently as the doctor swirled the ultrasound wand in the goo. A rapid whooshing noise filled the room and Aimee’s breath caught. She knew what that sound was.
    “ That’s the baby’s heartbeat!” She told Brent, excited despite the cold fear gripping her insides. She realized in that moment that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for this baby. This heartbeat was part of her and Brent.
    “ That’s…” Brent struggled for words, looking awed. “That’s so damn awesome.” He finally said. They watched as a little blob was outlined on the screen. Aimee could clearly see the pulsing heart in the little alien-like body. The doctor took some measurements and printed out a couple of stills of the baby for Aimee.
    “ Well?” She asked him impatiently.
    “ Do you want to know the sex?” The doctor asked blandly. He had probably done this song and dance hundreds of time.
    “ You can tell already?” Surprise colored Aimee’s tone.
    “ Yep. Baby isn’t shy.” The doctor waited patiently while Aimee glanced at Brent, who looked emotional. He gave a brief nod.
    “ Let’s go for it.” She said, excited in spite of herself.
    “ You’re having a