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looks like a perfect time to me. What do you think?”
    My smile slipped and I was sure my face had turned white. Hell, no . It was time to get out of crazy town.
     
    It wasn’t like I was opposed to grotesquely bright colours and Disney characters painted on the wall, but staring at the sad-face Eeyore made me want to pull out the magnolia and repaint the waiting room. Liam was antsy. His knee bobbed up and down and it was pushing me over the edge. I had no idea what to expect when we arrived for my twelve-week scan, but it most definitely wasn’t the level of anxiety sweeping through my system. Having a full bladder ready to explode wasn’t helping, either.
    “If you don’t still your knee, I swear on Eeyore’s pinned-on tail, I’ll find a pin to stick on your arse.” I stood and re-paced the room, hoping the movement would distract me enough to ignore Liam, who was more nervous than I was, and stop me from opening my bladder in front of the young couple to my left. I was reaching the point of squatting in the corner of the room. Hell, right in the centre was not beneath me.
    The loved-up couple looked horrified at my sneer. The damn woman wasn’t even jiggling on the spot. I grimaced and was on the edge of a disparaging remark, which would no doubt get me kicked out, when a nurse entered the room and called our names.
    Sighing in relief while still clenching my pelvic floor muscles—it was the only way to stop my pee from trickling—I sped ahead of Liam, not looking back to see if he was following. I needed the scan over as soon as humanly possible. I’d already eyed five possible routes to the toilets.
    Lying back on the hospital bed, the doctor talked Liam and me through the procedure and explained what she was looking for. Fingers brushed against mine, drawing my attention to Liam. He looked down at me, a nervous smile flickering across his face, and his hand found mine more securely. At the contact, I released a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding, glancing back at the screen just as the sound of what was undoubtedly a heartbeat filled the room.
    I gripped Liam’s hand and squeezed, all thoughts of peeing my pants forgotten. On the dark screen, an amazing image appeared—an alien Liam and me. It was bloody perfect, beyond amazing. Most definitely an alien life form, which explained my aversion to all things citrus and my projectile vomiting whenever I was in a car for longer than fifteen minutes, but the wriggling baby before us was at that moment the point where everything clicked.
    Everything truly happened for a reason. The epiphany hit me with my knickers halfway down my arse and a glob of sticky wetness on my slightly swollen stomach. Despite the crazy and regardless of the pitfalls, the squirming image on the screen made everything make sense.
    “Damn, Jo…” Liam trailed off.
    “I know.” And I did. Liam’s lips found mine, and he kissed me sweetly. Opening my eyes, I didn’t brush away the tears that escaped.
    “Perfect,” he murmured with another kiss.
    Pulling away, we looked at the doctor who cleared her throat. “Okay, everything looks wonderful. I can tell you that August 31 st is your predicted due date.”
    I knew I should have been listening to everything the doctor explained afterwards, but my brain swam with dates and lists, and my bladder chose that moment to remind me it was time to get the heck out of there. With a jiggling body while pulling my trousers higher up to cover my knickers, I said my thanks to the doctor and raced out of there, only half-listening to the information she was sharing with Liam.
    It wasn’t until after I could finally think and breathe again that sad-faced Eeyore didn’t look as sad as before. I reached out, stroked the paint on the wall, and smiled. Maybe I could cope with the cheery crap that seemed to come with pregnancy, because if experiencing the wondrous moment of hearing my baby’s heartbeat and seeing the munchkin dance its