Tessa nods and reaches for my hand to squeeze. “Okay.”
Dr. Robbins works quickly and lets us know that we’ll have the results back in a day or so. “Everything looks good, though.”
I finally exhale and expect Tessa to drop my hand, but she doesn’t. Her large eyes find mine. I let Tessa’s hand fall and shove my hands into my pockets.
The doctor prints out a few ultrasound images for us and answers Grandma Ann’s questions about the amnio test and genetic markers.
As they chat, Tessa turns to me, her face laced with concern. “Every time I see these scans, my heart overflows. I feel so lucky. But also…a tiny bit overwhelmed.”
This woman likes a plan, and there’s probably nothing scarier than having her body taken over by another developing human. “I’ve got you, darlin’. We’re in this together.”
“Thank you.” The worry lines on her forehead fade, and she tries for a smile, which is worth everything.
“Do you have time for lunch? I heard there’s some good pizza in LA.” It’s a guess, but there has to be pizza here someplace.
She laughs. “You heard that, huh?”
I shrug. “I’ll take you anywhere you want. Grandma Ann too, of course.”
“She won’t come. I’m guessing she has plans with one of my sisters, but I’ll take you up on lunch. There’s a taco place near the beach that’s great.” She holds up her hands. “I know, I know. It’s no Maria’s tamales, but I promise, you’ll love them.”
I nod. Hard to turn down a plate of tacos with a beautiful woman.
CHAPTER 20
Tessa
Five MonthsPregnant
Fitz:
Morning
Me:
Hey there, cowboy
Fitz:
Are you getting enough sleep?
Me:
Not great. Apparently, a dinner of tomatoes, spicy Doritos, and lemonade isn’t the best idea
Fitz:
I’m sending you a proper dinner tonight. You taking your prenatals?
Me:
Yes. And you don’t have to send dinner. I’ll do better
Fitz:
Do better
Every day starts with a check-in about how I’ve slept and ends with Fitz asking about my day. He never tells me about his, even when I prod. The problem is that I don’t know enough about his life to know what to ask.