Upon hearing the news, everyone was overjoyed.
Martin immediately wanted to buy a house for the child in my womb as a gift from an uncle to his niece or nephew.
Ray, with a silly smile, kept touching my flat belly, calling out, "Baby, I'm your daddy!"
Linda, on the other hand, was grateful to God every day, and her prejudice against Martin lessened.
This pregnancy was hard-won, and everyone was very careful with me.
Linda racked her brain to prepare three meals for me every day, trying to make each meal different.
Ray's business became very busy, and he often had to travel.
So, Martin volunteered to take on the task of driving me to and from work and delivering meals to me every day.
He joked, "Since the hospital is invested in by our family, no one would dare to say anything even if I'm late or leave early!"
Thus, every lunchtime, my colleagues would praise Martin for his unwavering commitment to delivering meals to me.
I was also grateful for his kindness towards me.
When it was time for prenatal check-ups, considering the baby's age was still small, I wanted to go to the hospital alone.
Martin disagreed and insisted on accompanying me.
"Your condition is not very stable yet, and the hospital is crowded. What if you get bumped into halfway? Linda can't make it. I'm free now, so I can go with you!"
I stood there, thinking about how to refuse politely, but Martin didn't give me a chance.
He took the prenatal check-up form from my hand and walked forward without another word.
I could only smile at Linda and follow him.
At the hospital, the situation was extremely awkward, just as I had anticipated.
After waiting in line for half an hour, when it was my turn, I was about to sit down when Martin quickly took out a cushion from his bag and placed it on the stool.
The doctor who was examining me couldn't help but tease, "This dad is so nervous. Is this your first child?"
At that moment, embarrassment, speechlessness, and awkwardness all washed over me. I didn't know how to respond.
Martin, however, was very composed and could still chat and laugh with the doctor.
Fortunately, the doctor didn't dwell on the topic and began to ask about my pregnancy condition.
To my surprise, Martin answered the doctor's questions fluently, even more so than I did.
After the routine check-up, we went to the pharmacy to get the medication.