I press my hand to her stomach, and a ghost of a smile spreads over her lips. My clinical brain knows there’s a baby in there. I know all the medical nuances about everything happening in Harper’s body. The how and why and when. But this is my girl, the woman who I’m so in love with, it’s a living, breathing emotion in every cell of my body, carrying my child. And that makes every bit of my medical degree go right out the window.
