An assistant in light blue scrubs led Liam, Gunnar, and Olivia into the exam room. The ultrasound machine was already set up, though turned off, next to a large patient bed. Liam fiddled with the ties of his hospital gown. At eighteen weeks, his belly had only begun to show the slight roundness of pregnancy. His mom hadn’t shown much either, he remembered her telling him, and he wouldn’t most likely until the seventh month.