#tiny surprises

If anyone had told him a year ago that he would be fidgeting at the thought of an impending ultrasound exam - and not even for himself - he would have laughed in their faces. Here he was, however, rolling from his toes to the ball of his feet and back, biting his lower lip nervously, as they were sat in the comfortable waiting room of the Gynaecologist-Obstetrician Phoebe had chosen as a primary care doctor. Taron could remember accompanying his mother once, when she had been pregnant with Katie, but he had remained outside - this time, he was going in, too, and he had no idea what to expect. “How come that out of the two of us, I’m the one fretting? I feel like a proper fool for doing so, but - we’ll finally meet Bean!” As much as he was anxious about it, he was excited, too, and grabbed Phoebe’s hand and squeezed it. Leaning in, he murmured, “What do you think? Is he or she bothered by us going at it? I feel like they’ll show up showing me the middle finger for disturbing their peaceful sleep...”